The Standoff

[Reverend Del]

"Time to move." The stocky Libertonian said as he stashed items into a crate. "The Boss has only gone and fracked over the LN. Likely this place will be swarming with cops any instant."

His counterpart looked around the shabby place they called a safehouse, a few crates strewn hither an thither, a couple of pallets meant for sleeping, although the floor was more comfortable. The glass in the windows was as filthy as it could be without simply being dirt packed into a window frame. All in all moving out had to be better than lying low here.

"Okay okay, I'm moving, we'd better get this on the sled, where we goin' anyway?"

"Dogtown, doubt they'll hunt for us there. We ain't important enough to lose cops over." The souind of sirens interrupted the rest of his speech. The smaller man looked out of the only part of the window that wasn't covered in dirt.

"Frakk! No time, arm up, we're gonna be shooting our way out of here any moment." He pulled a fire lighter from his pocket and set it ablaze, throwing it into the crate. As the contents burned the sounds of pounding feet could be heard coming up the stairs.

"Rear exit, MOVE!" said the stocky guy, making his way towards the indicated doorway, just as he got there the doors burst open, and three SWAT officers in full body armour came marching in.

"Hands in the air! You're under arrest."

"Nuts to that, I ain't goin anywhere near Sugarland." The stocky guy raised his gun but before he could fire three blasts tore his face off. The other man dropped his gun and placed his hands in the air.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.