Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction ❯ Angel of the Nightmare: The Mountain ❯ Mourning doth come ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

Chapter 2: Mourning doth come

 

Andrew Jenkins looked at the reflection in the mirror; Jenkins was tall enough to be a basketball star, he had short thick red hair that went almost to his brow, he had light skin as he, like Kazuki wasn't one given much to tanning. Jenkins used to be a US Marine before he joined the Seattle Police Department and then he'd finally after many years been reunited with his friend Kazuki. Jenkins, unlike his best friend was an extrovert and had a more tactical mind, but he wasn't as good as Kazuki was with split-second decisions. Jenkins looked from the mirror to see Liz sleeping ever so calmly on the bed they shared, he hadn't been blessed with children yet, or as Kazuki called them `crotch spawn'. So for the time being at least it was just Liz, their cat and himself in their house.

 

Jenkins walked over to the closet, being ever so careful not to make too much noise and wake Liz up. He opened the closet and grabbed out his tactical vest; sliding it on over his dark green shirt. He then grabbed his dump pouch and put it on.

 

“Old friend” Jenkins grabbed the shoulder holster rig out of the closet, nestled in the brown leather was his pistol; a Colt Python .357Magnum revolver with a blued finish and a six and a half inch barrel that Kazuki had bought him as a wedding gift before he went to Iraq for the third time. Jenkins wasn't very good with semi-automatic handguns, despite his army training he shot much tighter groups with the .357 then he did with a 9 millimeter automatic. Jenkins reached up and grabbed down from a high shelf the box that he kept the rest of his gun-stuff in (save for the stuff for his Papoose and his Browning Hunter's Gold shotgun) and took it down stairs; inside it was several boxes of 125-grain .357Magnum jacketed hollow points, six racked speed loaders for the Colt and a small .38 snub nosed that he carried as his back up pistol.

 

He set the box down and spread the contents out across the kitchen table. After he'd rigged the holster up he began dumping the .357 rounds into his pouch, he took all six of the speed loaders and at least three extra boxes worth of ammo, plus the .38. He'd been getting bad vibes about the whole thing ever since they'd been assigned the case, so call him paranoid, he was loading up for a war. After he'd finished loading up he put his boots on and tucked the tops of his fatigues into the boots' tops and he poured himself a cup of coffee, waiting for Kazuki's call. Kazuki didn't like driving so he would bum rides off of his few friends whenever possible, he pitched in for gas money naturally but other then that he was just a passenger.

 

“You should go make sure he's even up.” Liz said from behind him, Jenkins smiled. His wife was a tall woman, around 5' 10” she stood taller then Ferret and she was just as thin with porcelain skin. Liz had long brown hair the hung in her face; she was attractive but no supermodel, she had beautiful blue eyes that when they'd met five years ago had instantly drawn him to her. She'd been a nurse back then, now she worked out of the home designing websites and editing books and articles for the local newspaper.

 

“Nah, it's only seven thirty, he's got some time.” Jenkins turned to his wife and took another sip from his cup, “Good morning sweetie, how'd ya sleep?”

 

“I slept okay,” Liz rested her hand on Jenkins' shoulder, “I'm just worried about you and Ferret, he's a good guy and I know he's got your back but I'd just feel a lot better if I knew he was actually going to get up in the mornings. He's got a nasty habit of sleeping in you know.”

 

“Don't worry, I bet he's already up and cleaning his guns.” Jenkins gave Liz a kiss

 

“I think he's married to those things.” Liz smiled playfully at her husband, “Will he ever find Miss Right?”

 

“As much as I love him as a brother; probably not he's just too anti-social.” Jenkins set the cup down and gave Liz a big hug, “I love you.”

 

“I know, and I love you.” Liz patted her husband on the back, “Just stop being such a worry wart, okay? You're the only one I know, besides Ferret who'll go so loaded out for a search and rescue mission.”

 

“Call him,” Liz handed Jenkins the phone, “if you're really nervous about the mission, then Andrew Thomas Jenkins I want you to call up Kazuki Kisunazaki Ferret and tell him to grab up some buckshot because you're bringing the Browning. Wake his skinny ass up and tell him to get ready.”

 

“You don't know Fox-Ops very well.” Jenkins took the phone from his wife, “I bet you don't even know Ferret as well as you think you do.”

 

“I know that Kazuki sleeps next to his phone and on his nightstand is a loaded .44 magnum revolver, under the bed is his Mossberg 500 and in the corner is one of his AK47's and he's got another dozen loaded firearms throughout his house, most colorful place was the Beretta in the drawer in the bathroom, and the sawed-off shotgun behind the toilet.” Liz smiled, “He's just a little paranoid isn't he?”

 

“He has those around for the same reason I have the SA-80 and the SPAS-12 loaded in this house; our undercover work left us as marked men, you know that, you knew that when you married me.” Jenkins looked at his love, “And why I leave those here for you, I worry.”

 

“Just call your captain, Andrew. Please?” Liz crossed her arms, “Do it for me and my piece of mind.”

 

Kazuki fastened the drop holster to his leg and tucked the .45 inside. He was wearing forest patterned army fatigue pants and a black t-shirt under his tactical vest, on his belt was his med-kit, a multi-tool, a magazine holder for two magazines for the .45, his dump pouch and his K-Bar knife. The vest held the six loaded magazines for the AUG and several pouches for the .45's magazines. He had two extra boxes worth of .45ACP rounds in his dump pouch and several dozen more .223's for the AUG and one extra speed loader for the .38. He looked at the Remington laid against the door frame of his front door; it was a powerful weapon with a great scope on it and it had a great wood finish for the furniture.

 

“I really wish I could take the M70.” Kazuki frowned. Most people from the States don't view a guy carrying an AK-style weapon as a cop, a fact that Kazuki exploited during his undercover work. Towards the end of the Rios case he'd begun keeping the M70 and his second S&W m29 the one with the chrome finish and the Rios brothers thought that he was just being showy. But the AUG was a decent enough gun, Kazuki just liked the extra punch behind the 7.62 Soviet and it busted through cover much better then the 5.56NATO would, hollow-points and the polymer tipped rounds he liked to use really negated that but the 7.62 still made a bigger hole then the little 5.56 did. And the M70 was one of his favorite guns of all time.

 

Kazuki stood for a moment, stretching and adjusting himself until he was comfortable with all the added weight of the gear and ammo, then the phone rang.

 

“Kazuki.” He said as he answered it, surprised to hear Jenkins' voice on the line

 

“Yo, hey man I'm comin' to pick you up here soon can you do me a favor?” Jenkins said, and as he always did accentuate the question mark, he always changed his tone to audibly let anyone listening know that he was asking a question.

 

“Sure, what is it?”

 

“Can you loan me some buckshot? I decided to take my Browning along and I'm fresh out of buck for it.” Jenkins said in his usual upbeat tone

 

“Two and three fourths inch or three inch magnums?” Kazuki asked bluntly

 

“Two and three fourths inch double aught buck, I'd prefer Federal if you have it.” Jenkins knew his guns well; three inch magnums don't really offer all that much better of a performance over regular two and three fourths inch shells, they just had a lot more recoil behind them and threw pellets all over the place.

 

“Okay, hey better idea; bring the SPAS, your's has the folding stock right?” Kazuki walked into his office, taking out his keys as he walked, still talking with Jenkins

 

“Yeah, but you know I like to leave that for Liz.”

 

“Bring it, it holds more shells then the Browning does and it has a shorter overall length.” Kazuki opened a gun cabinet's bottom drawers, taking out a bin full of boxes of Federal buckshot, “Bring some slugs as well, they'll drop bears `lot quicker then buckshot will.”

 

“You're worried about bears?”

 

“I'm bringing the seven millimeter for Scott to use for that very reason.” Kazuki was afraid of bears, well no he respected the raw power that a big grizzly possessed, power which he didn't so as a consequence Kazuki approached bears with the utmost caution.

 

“I'll be there in ten minutes man, be ready to brief the team, you know that area well?” Jenkins knew Kazuki was a big hunter and hiker so he already knew the answer but he wanted to make sure if this was one of Kazuki's favorite haunts or if it was out of his territory.

 

“I used to hunt that area all the time for bunnies but that was awhile back, like before I transferred to Narc but I'll get my bearings soon enough and I'm really familiar with the whole topography of this whole area. My usual deer spot is only a mile from our landing zone so I'll know where we are.” Kazuki thought back, Yeah that big field used to be full of bunnies back then, but Hex-Corp bought up the land and now it's their private… what the fuck do they even do with it? There's nothing there, I mean they haven't touched a single blade of grass in five years. I guess it doesn't matter.

 

“See you soon.”

 

“Bye.” Kazuki hung up and looked at his AUG, “It's almost show time.”