Small Town Sheriff, Big Problems: Chapter 5: Showdown
This is the last chapter of this series, plus a sneak peak of the next series in my trilogy about Dan O'Bern and friends.
There is yiff in this chapter, so adults only.
Comments and votes are welcome, and i hope you enjoy it!
Chapter five.
The five furs piled into Zack's suburban, one of the few undamaged vehicles involved in the chase and resulting shootout. Dan's cruiser was now being pulled onto a tow truck, most of its windows shot out, some of the seats had holes and filling spurting out, and the light bar and radio were shot to hell. Two hub caps were also missing and one wheel was slanted outward due to the struggle with the HL van. Another cruiser was in similar shape, and the new 2011 Ford Taurus the department was testing was dinged up a bit, but repairable. It'd probably be cheaper for them to replace his crown vic and the three year old Dodge Charger, because of all the bullet holes and equipment damage, Dan wanted to consult the department mechanic first, money didn't grow on trees, and squad cars with the latest law enforcement tech weren't cheap.
Zack pulled into the nearly empty secure employee lot behind the mansion that served as the HQ, folowed by another FBI sedan, with two of Judy's men, and the ever-present Town Car with the company guards. When they got out, Judy directed her men.
"Agent Dowel, call in all available agents in the area, and bring in the Mobile Tactical Command Post and station set up tents. We need to coordinate the assault with the Sheriff, DoD, and State Troopers."
"Yes ma'am."
"Sheriff." The beaver addressed Dan. "We are going to use this lot to set up the assault rendezvous."
"Sounds good. Allison! Call in all available units, keep a few behind in the town to keep the people safe, have the units address the citizens and tell them to stay indoors, and have the schools send the kids home and go into lockdown. If this gets out of hand, I want no chance of a hostage situation cropping up."
"Yes sir!" Allison said, running inside to get a new radio since she left hers in the squad car.
Zack, Kristen and Judy then followed Dan into the garage, eager to know what the sly wolf had up his sleeve. The entered and first saw a black bear hunched over the open hood of a county Jeep Wrangler Off Road Pursuit Vehicle, one of the three the department had. He swore and mumbled every few minutes.
"EARL!" Dan shouted, startling the oblivious bear, making him jump and bump his head on the opened hood.
"Shit!" He said, shaking his hard head. "What ya need Sheriff? Just about to finish up the tune ups on this bugger. Its the last one i gotta do for a month or two. Unless you bring in any cruisers back all scratched up."
"About that, I need to ask you some questions about the financial pros and cons of replacing a few of our, more old, cruisers than fixing them." Dan said before being interrupted.
"Whadya mean replace versus fixin? They may be old, but they're in good shape, you didn't wreck any did you? I told Ally not to let you drive with that stiff shoulder..." Earl said.
"Earl. We'll talk details later. I need you to pull out Betty. She ready?" Dan asked.
"Oh is she ever! Just put on a new coat of paint, and put on all the fancy decals. Got the symbols and such, added lumbar to the jump seats, pulled out the eleventh, and put in an equipment rack. It can either hold guns, or mount computers and a radio, also made a chair swivel so it could be turned into a mini command post if need be." EArl said, beaming with pride.
"Betty? Eleven seats?" Zack said, shaking his main and cocking a snow white eyebrow. Judy's tail lightly tapped the floor in impatient expectation, and Kristen just looked on, with her business poker face. Dan hated that face, couldn't read her.
"Help me get her out." The sheriff and the bear left the beaver, wolf, and stallion sitting there as the two disappeared behind a massive, metal curtain closing off a corner of the garage. Suddenly a roar was heard, like a massive cracken ready to wipe out its enemies. A massive vehicle emerged as Earl pulled back the curtain.
"Its a TANK?!" Kristen shouted, while Zack and Judy looked on shocked.
The vehicle stopped its slow driving ten feet away from the group, and shut off.
"No. It isn't" Dan said, pooping out of a hatch on the front. "Its an M113A3 Armored personnel carrier, circa 1985. Bought it legally but quietly for the department, and had Earl fix it up. He had a ton of fun doing this."
Dan hopped off, his black boots clacking on the floor as he landed. He pointed up at the open top turret.
"It is mounted with a fifty caliber machine gun, which is surrounded by 1.5 inch thick armor, protecting the gunner. Two crew members sit up front, the driver, and the gunner when not needed. Ten men and their equipment plus some can sit in the protective interior, bit cramped, but hey, its a freaking APC. I'm thinking you might want to use this Judy, Allison is certified to drive it, and I have a gunner as well. This will greatly reduce casualties and spear head an assault. It could provide the cover fire we need to get SWAT inside, and could back into the house itself, and let them out."
"Of course, this could turn the tide." Judy said, still in awe. Dan drive the APC out to the lot, earning many shocked, and some excited, stairs from the FBI and DoD and Staties. Dan, Zack, and Judy climbed into the MTCP's tractor trailer, which housed tons of computers and communication equipment in the space. The three, plus the State Trooper Commander, looked over intel from the house, and analyzed the satellite images Zack provided, using his DoD contacts.
"Look here. At least 40-50 heat signatures. Its well guarded. The place is surrounded by a low brick wall, the only opening we could get our trucks through is near the motor pool, too far from the house, and too narrow, We'll be fish in a barrel. The APC will easily crush the wall, opening it for our armored SWAT trucks. The chopper could also provide sniper support, and combat drop a SWAT team on the roof, going into the servant's quarters through the windows on the roof landings. We will surround the house itself with the armored cars and trucks, and keep them pinned down and distracted, while the SWAT go in." Judy said.
"By the look of the trucks, they are halfway through packing up or loading off. Can't tell because they are neither uploading or offloading them." Dan said.
"Look Here." Zack said, pointing to another feed from a different type of camera on the satellite. "The density of the area above the grand front door suggest a machine gun nest, the APC will have to destroy that."
"And check out the thermals here, hear and here." The state commander said. "Most likely snipers in the trees. Without the APC, this would be a nightmare, still is in fact, but not nearly as much. We will lose men today."
"Yes. But the target's value to the security of this nation is of upmost importance. Every agent, trooper, and deputy have sworn to protect that. We will let them know the odds, I do not want to send them out there without knowing what to expect." Judy said.
Half an hour later, the small army headed out. In the lead was the APC driven by Ally, and filled with FBI SWAT. Than the armored trucks of the County, State, and more FBI SWAT teams. Over head, the chopper held six more SWAT, and two snipers, plus a pilot and co-pilot. Following the SWAT, were the regular FBI, DoD, and cruisers. The APC was flanked by four State motor cycles, who raced ahead and blocked of intersections and highway routes, as the convoy moved toward the HL headquarters.
The APC soon stopped at the outer gates of the supposedly abandoned estate. The deputies and troopers not directly involved in the assault, blocked of the streets, and held back the swarms of reporters and onlookers.
"GO GO GO!" Judy said from the MTCP, providing the tactical instructions and monitoring the HL for traps and heat signatures, so her men knew how many were left or in what room.
The APC effortlessly broke down the Iron gates, followed only by the six armored SWAT trucks. Gunfire rang out. The turret on the APC swung around, and fired at the sniper nests. Shredding the trees, the nests, and the snipers with fifty cal fire.
"No more snipers, proceed." Judy said.
The APC came into view of the mansion, which had heard the gunfire and taken cover. They still never expected the APC. The turret fired at the humans and few anthros at the motor pool, sending them diving for cover. The SWAT rucks and police trucks and cruisers took the opportunity to surround the house, using the low brick wall and their cruisers as cover. Then all hell broke loose. Gunfire rang out from every window in the house, every cop responded in kind. The APC still crept forward, firing at the windows, and killing a dozen gunmen before using its tracks to climb the old marble front steps backwards. It backed into the double doors, smashing them open, and brushing them aside. The fifty cal turned toward the balcony and swept it with fire, killing all 8 of the gunmen waiting to ambush the SWAT.
The ten men burst out the APC and up the grand stair case, splinting into teams one and two, each of five taking different sides. More SWAT poured into the house from behind the APC, taking the lower floors. The gun battle outside died down as either the HL rebels were killed, or turned their attention to the intruders. Six SWAT jumped onto the roof from the chopper, covered by the snipers as they cleared the HL machine gun nest and sniper teams. Soon the house was clear, and Dan and Judy walked in, only the vault in the basement was left to clear.
The FBI techs made short work of the massive, but old vault. The SWAT got ready as the explosives went of, and it smashed to the ground. The SWAT poured in, and came under fire from guards. SIx were killed by the SWAT, nad the remaining four surrendered, along with 9 technicians in lab coats.
"Clear!" the SWAT reported, and Dan and Judy entered in awe. The vault was a massive control room. Slanted heavily in one direction, with computers and stations facing the massive screen at the bottom. At the top of the slant, were two rooms. One an office, the other a massive conference room, both over looking the control room, which looked like it was right out of NASA or a missile control room. The screen showed images from security cameras around the compound.
Dan looked into the conference, noting many papers, blue prints and such splayed out. The file cabinets held more. Judy walked in as well, as the prisoners were processed.
"Good news! We got the leader! We knocked him out and loading him into the APC. We'll drive him in that back to Austin, and have it returned tomorrow, its the safest way. He won't say a word, but he isn't struggling."
"HHHMmmm." Dan said, looking at the room, something was not right. "I don't get it, it took us thirty five minutes for us to get in here, they had plenty of time to destroy the computers and files. YOu guys can use these to take down EVERY cell and agent, and freeze all their assets. I just don't get it. They are WAY to idealistic to let this happen so easily...."
"Well, either way, their going down. We'll pour over all this at the FBI station, i'll let you know if we find anything pertaining to your count. We'll return the APC tomorrow, and i'll put in a glowing statement on the news and with my bosses. We may have a position for you in the FBI sheriff." Judy said.
THE SNEAK PEEK
One year later:
Deputy Director Judy Johnson of the FBI entered the secure interrogation room at the FBI's headquarters, and sat down in front of the heavily chained, and lightly sedated hybrid HL leader.
"So, you finally want to talk after a whole year?" Judy said, two agents with shotguns and armor stood about 20ft behind her.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Ask any question, i will answer just one."
"Okayy. Why didn't you destroy the intel at your base? We dismantled your entire organization in just a few months."
"Because our work was already completed." He said calmly.
"Wha-" Judy said, before the hybrid lunged at her, snapping chains and getting free. She jumped back as his eyes suddenly bugged out, and he dropped dead, blood pouring from his ears, nose, mouth and eyes.
"Suicide. He knew about the implant we installed to kill him if he got out." One agent said.
"I'll be in my office." Judy said.
She entered her massive office, rubbing her arms as she felt a chill. It was warm in the building and outside, but her gut was ice cold. She sat in her chair overlooking DC, and watched the limos drive by. The President and First Lady were holding a banquet at the White House for all the major international leaders of the world. Presidents, Prime Minister, Ambassadors, Kings, Queens, Admirals, Generals, Princes, Princesses and every grand title in existence were there. It had just ended, and the Rolls Royces, Bentleys, Jags, and other fancy cars and their escorts were conveying their passengers back to their grand hotels or embassies.
Judy saw a blinding flash and felt heat. Then darkness.
Thirty minutes earlie r:
Dan walked into his apartment at 9pm, setting his keys down on the entryway table. He waked into the luxurious kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He cursed as he poured some on his suit jacket.
"Need help getting that off?" He heard a voice say, as white arms wrapped around his waste. Dan murred as he leaned into the musky embrace of his mate.
"I do need to get it off, been a stress full day. Had to finish a shitload of case files i was behind on. Closing most of the HL cases." Dan said, turning to the stallion, clad only in work out shorts and a tank top.
"I can help with the stress." Dan said, kissing his boyfriend lustily. The tow explored each others bodies, as Zack undressed the black wolf who's tongue was wrestling his. First the milk stained suit jacket. Than the cuffs, sidearm, and badge. Than his white hands unbuttoned Dans shirt, and yanked it off, revealing a sleek furred, ripped chest and eight pack. The two ground their bodies together, their musk ,that built up over the day, filled the kitchen, as their pants tented.
Zack squatted down in front of Dan, and grinned up, yanking off the wolf's pants and boxers, letting his 9in. cock jump out. He tool the member into his long snout, licking and sucking it, causing Dan to moan in pleasure. The stallion bobbed his head up and down the cock, one hand gripping the base, the other kneading the heavy black balls. The wolf's knot expanded, as the wolf gasped and moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. THe stallion gripped the knot, causing the black ball to tighten, and send their seed up and out of the cock. The stallion moaned in delight, and deep throated the spassing member. Dan howled in pleasure as his seed burst into the stallions greedy maw nine times, before settling down.
"Oh gods..." Dan gasped. The stallion grinned up at his lover.
"Did Special Agent Daniel O'Burn like his BJ?" The horse said.
"Oh yess." Dan said, pushing the massive and sexy stallion onto the tiled floor, now covered in sweat and cum.
"Let me return the favor." He said, using his claws to shred the stallion's shirt and old pants.
The silky white 11in cock sprung out, smacking the wolf in the face splattering it with pre. He grabbed the cock, and used his rough tongue to lick lightly at the mushroomed head, savoring his lover's manly taste. Zack moaned and nickered in pleasure.
Than they were interrupted by an AC/DC song.
"Ignore it." Zack said desperately, as Dan pulled off and checked his phone.
"Its the Austin Field office director using the emergency number, i gotta take it." He said, flipping open the phone. "Yes sir?" He paused. Zack could make out urgent tones. "WHAT? SHIT. Fuck, holy fucking shit. You sure?" Pause. "Sorry sir. But really?!" Pause. "Yeah, i'll be there in fifteen." Dan closed his phone, and slid down the cabinet onto the floor in shock.
"What?" Zack asked. Dan was about to answer, but Zacks phone rang as well. "My DoD boss, gotta take it."
He too had a similar reaction. The two furs wiped themselves off with wet rags, and put on deodorant , not caring the smelled awful, and knowing that in this situation, no one else would care. As they dressed they turned on the TV. Every channel, even the cartoon ones, were feeding in the news stations.
"We do not know what has happened, or what is going on. Reports are sketchy, and we lost contact with our studio there, but according to footage, it appears to be true." The newscaster said desperately, tears rolling down her eyes, even the male bear next to her fought to not cry. The picture of the reporters turned to live footage, that horrified the FBI agent and his DoD boyfriend.
"We are in virginia, thirty miles from DC." Another sobbing reporter said, showing footage from a suburb, the street filled with people out of their houses, pajamas and slippers and robes, some soaking wet wearing just their towels, some crying, some screaming, some in total shock, all staring at one thing in the night sky.
"Lord God have mercy." Dan whispered, a tear down his cheek. "Lord have mercy."
There it is! The sneak peek.
Will post the new series soon.