THE STRATAGEM ASSAULT BEGAN when the nonpareil Hummer infiltrated from the main entrance gate. It swerved into the yard, knocking down the Mexican linked fence. Reeves and all the Blacks and Asians on rooftops opened fire at the armoured vehicle — but their bullets could not penetrate it — Reeves cried to Troy...
"Fuck! It is also bullet-proofed!"
The armoured vehicle then halted in the middle of the yard — it was continually barraged with the hailing bullets of the rifled inmates — that deflected off, scratching its hood...
The high calibrated machine gun on the roof of the Hummer was activated — from inside the vehicle, an Elite soldier spotted hundreds of red dots on a heat-sensor tablet screen device — detecting the file of reckless Intersexuals outside in the open yard...
The gun soon triangulated at them...
"Bailout! Take cover all!"
Hajja shouted while the assailable Hummer's heavy artillery gun swept on pounding rounds of slugs at the Intersexuals in the open yard — tearing their limbs off — everyone rushed for cover, into both Block A & B to avoid the annihilation...
The slow revolving turret on the vehicle's roof countered the next focused target — the gun barrel blasted A-Block with more thumping rounds — it took down chunks of the concrete off the block's wall — killing those hiding behind it...
"Die you bastards!"
Warden Erica Graves ire out loudly from her top-floor office window, witnessing the superiority of their attack on the fleeing pf the truculent Black mandrill-like rebels, whom she despised very much during her calling in Tombscradle...
Their death gave her a temporary alleviation and a certain satisfaction of vengeance — and also from her grave mistake in trusting the scar-faced monk — who had currently caused her career to down-slide with the uprising he created in her prison.
*
From the watchtower, Marlin gazed below at the rest of the Elite Force foot-soldiers moving into the compound from the main gate. Marlin took them out and Reeves followed pursuit with Troy from the rooftop. A soldier fired an RPG-launcher onto F-Block's rooftop — it caught the duo off-guard when the explosion ripped off the roof tiles — Reeves and Troy tumbled and rolled...
Troy descended down further and hung for his life on the ledge of the roof. Reeves moved forward and heaved Troy up towards safety — while Marlin covered them, by killing the female soldier with the RPG below, who was about to take another shot.
*
The assaulting Hummer continued to hammer bullets until a large section of Block A's wall collapsed — exposing many of those unarmed hiding inside — the gun pointed at them and the inmates were now sitting ducks...
Doran knew many more prisoners would perish if this beset prolonged — he needed to move in fast and find an occlusion.
*
The fifty weaponless forlorn-hope Intersexual group with a few armed Black riflemen ran towards the exterior of the IMU admin building. The slower Joe lagged behind with the equally physically unfit Kiki-boy and Hank — the Wesleyans were also unarmed like most.
The Intersexuals ahead of them were then ambushed by Capt. Olsen and her guards. A machine gun shootout between the guards and the rebels followed — the unarmed Joe and his friends took cover by entering a side door of the IMU admin building.
"Damn, that was close!"
Kiki-boy was relieved to duck the hail of bullets that the guards blasted outside. Hank peeked out of the window and he spied that the rest of the shooting Intersexuals were now dispersing. He anxiously responded to the impede situation...
"Fuck that! We are separated from the rest."
Kiki answered back in fright. "But, we can't go out now into the open unarmed."
Joe looked at a staircase nearby and pointed...
"Let's go up, who knows we can find some weapons."
They agreed and started ascending up the stairs...
Capt. Olsen checked the six carnage kills of the Black rifle-men — and then, at the dispersing Intersexuals survivors fleeing ahead — her guards were still shooting at them...
"Oii! Forget them!"
She knew the fleeing group was headed to the second entrance where another incoming Elite SWAT team would deal with them upon arrival. Olsen's priority, for now, was the warden's safety — after she had earlier seen a few shemales accessing into the IMU admin building.
Earlier at her top-floor office, Warden Graves had cut a deal with Olsen that if she protected the warden, they both would escape from Tombscradle through a secret exit if the e-SWAT's assaults went south — then outside in the free-world, Graves would then use all her influence to threaten Governor Gertrude Harris so to reinstate both their careers as warden and Head of Guards — or else — Graves would expose to the press of the clandestine orphans' milking scheme that was happening illicitly in Texas prisons.
Three prison guards headed by Olsen stormed back into the IMU admin building — and they went up the stairs. Joe and his friends skulked around on the second floor before they were cornered by the four Rastafarian Jamaicans who pointed their weapons to daunt the Wesleyan boys — Zinga then questioned them...
"What are you all doing here? You should be fighting out there!"
"Yo, look here, Mon — we got no weapons, and we were ambushed back there, yo!" responded Kiki who tried a bad impersonation in speaking in their Jamaican lingo...
"... We are looking for weapons, Mon — so we can fight dis revolution like you all, yo!"
Zinga was about to break Kiki's face with his rifle-butt, but, he refrained himself from doing so. He felt that he was wasting time talking to some dumb White asinine wiggers with no warfare experiences in hand — where else, their Boss Hajja had assigned the task to the Rastafarians to oversee if Ramirez had done his number on Warden Graves...
So he chased the annoying Wesleyans away...
"Hah, get lost you mothafakas! Go and die elsewhere!"
Zinga then heard one of his boys ululate out a warning — pointing below at the stairs — where Capt. Olsen and her guards were coming up...
"It is Olsen!"
"They followed dis 3 idiots up here."
Busta cried out vexing — before both sides started to discharge their weapons — the heedless Joe, Kiki and Hank screamed and scrambled away fast to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
*
Some of the unarmed, restive Whites and Arabs hid behind pillars and they saw the ruthless uniformed slayers' arrival outside at the prison's rear entrance — more than thirty menacing homogenous elite troops, marched like battlefield Roman soldiers in stratified formation — their see-through bulletproof Plexi-shield were held upfront for protection...
The shield they held — had a monitor with a video-feed of red heat-signatures, of the hiding rebels ahead...
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Some redneck Intersexuals stood up and started shooting at them — but the Kevlar-vested, antipathetic female military-police, kept marching on — the strategized columned army wall then, inserted the nozzle of their machine guns into a slot in their plexi-shield — and they returned fire...
The Intersexuals stopped shooting; many were taking cover — after some were hit dead by the organized counter-fire...
Russell Collins orchestrated next...
"Okay, they are close, guys — booms away, start the sprinklers!"
The stylized utility sprinklers on the grass lawn were activated, with the unsuspecting monolithic soldiers advanced on. More sprinklers on the pavement started showering the runny, in spiral lariat at the striding soldiers, who kept on pacing forward...
The sprinklers were attached to long garden hoses that trailed to the open car park...
The ends of the hoses were affixed to gasoline drums — with three hiding Intersexuals, hand-pumping the fuel out — that was dousing the looming adversaries...
The Intersexuals resumed and returned fire — their bullets created friction on the oleaginous laved plexi-shield — resulting, multiple small fiery explosions — with the consequence that transformed the gasoline sodden troops into human torches...
The bellowing policewomen were now scrambling aimlessly on the flaming lawn, before dropping down like wingless fireflies.
Sergeant Desiree Brown who was in charge of the second entrance assault mission — she beheld in aghast, at her hors de combat troopers screaming out by the dozen...
Witnessing first-hand, the charring female combatants going skinless — whose inner flesh then, razed to their slow crisp-death.
The redneck prisoners celebrated their inestimable victory of killing an entire palatial platoon — with a minimal casualty on their side. The Christian rednecks then made their "Jack Raisin' dance moves and dragged the Middle Easterners to join them in their victory joy.
One of the dancing Middle Easterner said to his countryman while seeing the burning carcasses of the dead soldiers around them...
"That is good combustion — it must be our Iraqi oil!"
*
Elite Commander Petersburg was in hilarity laughter while witnessing the sortie juggernaut Hummer's destruction of A-Block — with half of the building's wall collapsing by the firepower, and followed by the killing of scores of Intersexuals trapped inside...
She hollered out at ear reach...
"Die you freaks! I have got more surprises coming for you all, you fucking she-bitches!"
The sergeant inside the Hummer passenger seat — monitored, and saw lesser red dots in her tablet screen. She then gave an instruction to the gunner...
"Okay reload!"
She rechecked coordinates the heat-thermo of Intersexuals holed up in B-Block, while the gunner attached another bulky magazine of bullets into the gun chambers to hit the B-Block next...
There was an inhalation of enormous clamouring, where many Blacks yelled out before their eyes — many were witnessing a figure dashing into the open yard...
"Look! It is the Preacher!"
"Oh Allah, what is he doing now?" Hajja exclaimed in disbelief...
Every onlooker in the cell-blocks, and on rooftops — eye-witnessed the blanket-clad, scar-faced, intrepid bald monk who exposed himself out into the open big-yard...
He was running on the mud soil towards the Hummer, armed with only a rifle in his hand — while the soldiers inside the vehicle were reloading the ammunition. The e-SWAT sergeant who was monitoring the heat-scan monitor spoke out troublous...
"Quick, one of them has come out in the open!"
The woman-gunner at the back, mocked in an unshakable high spirit, after killing scores of the gaolbird rebels earlier — while manning the artillery from inside a bulletproofed vehicle...
"What can he do — stick his dick into the Hummer's tail-pipe, and shoot us all?"
"I would love an anal too!" The female driver, rejoinder back. They all then laughed aloud.
Commander Petersburg chewed on her half unlit stogie and spotted the figure on her binoculars — she recognized the one known as the Preacher, now in the open...
He was someone whom she had once, held a gun at him, many years ago at the Cathedral — ready to execute him for killing five of her troops back then. If it was not for that Secret Service Wolfe intervention, Petersburg would have pulled the trigger...
"I know you, you motherfucking bastard! I should have killed you that day...
"... but what a twist of fate now — you got your ass out-open in the oven now, like a pickup delivery-boy in my kitchen — to make your final delivery to heaven today — I am cooking your ugly Holy-ass as a chunky bullet-ridden pork-steak, to be served hot on Jesus' lunch plate," the chuckling stodgy officer mumbled inwards to herself in delight, witnessing Doran the Preacher pacing forward towards the stationed Hummer.
The Preacher envisioned ahead of 'seeing' the seven-year-old boy of himself...
Dressed in coal-soothed clothing, standing alone in the open yard — the seven-year-old boy said to the passing blanket-monk...
"Doran, it is the Devil's will to lust for blood spill — it should stop — turn back and surrender now!"
The blanket monk-priest ignored his guilt...
The Preacher was now twenty feet away from the stationary armoured vehicle before he started to scurry sideways along with the Hummer. The minatory turret gun following him from above the barrette roof...
It was triangulating to lock on the spasmodic Doran...
The monk kept looking above towards the sunny heavens — he then saw a flying white bird — gliding above the prison skies — he positioned himself on the fitful move...
The white bird descended and perched on the power cable, which ran across the prison yard — he thought that it was a sign that Sister Lisa Marie was calling him...
He was at peace with himself...
He needed to make the sacrifice to give up his ghost away — just like how the nuns before who had given their lives — to protect him and his monk-brothers — when the enemy attacked the Convent...
His current death would result in the rebels' surrender — and that would stop the further bloodshed in Tombscradle...
The perched white bird on the line watched him from above — and Doran heard a voice...
"You are special..."
The bird flew away from the extended power cable line — Doran saw it as another sign now — that was totally contrary...
Every eyeball in Tombscradle waited for the imminent horror to follow...
No one had stopped him, nor had stood along beside the lone monk's final moment — when he was about to face his immediate death...
Peter the monk was with some White inmates who were also in lamentation — he wiped his tears, saying out to himself...
"God has made him so heroic and fearless."
The equally sadden Hajja was beside him — and overheard Peter's conspicuous attribute mention of his devout brother's sang-froid courage — but, Hajja was instead swallowing his angry words, and he muttered out to the Blacks...
"What a stupid fool! It is a real shame to go out as a martyr — when he was destined to lead us."
The Black leader's thoughts of the Preacher's inestimable but short-lived insurgency attempt that had only momentarily given hope to every inept willed prisoner of Tombscradle — but it was now coming to an end — as kismet, where the Soldier of God was now about to die for them...
Hajja then accepted of what was to follow after the oblation event of the Preacher's death — every one of the prisoners would next be massacred — after losing their faith and hope, to put their final-fight on for their Redemption Day, as promised in his sermon to all prisoners for five years...
Those present there at that moment, were waiting for the Hummer to open fire — and everyone anticipated Doran's instant demise — Warden Graves was looking closely down at him, with a wide grin, inveigled for a similar outcome from her office window.
On the roof, Reeves and Marlin at the watchtower waited solemnly for it to also happen. Reeves particularly was livid by the day's outcome — which he felt was similar to Doran's empty promises of freedom as in the past — where he would self-sabotage and end up in solitary...
But now, the monk has opted for fulfilling his death-wish — as he said once before, in the cage — to be on time to chow with his God at the supper table...
Even the elite force troops had stopped attacking. They watched and anticipated for Commander Petersburg's retaliatory nub command...
It then amplified on the radio channel, to the gunner inside the armoured vehicle...
"NOW!"
The Hummer's machine gun fired simultaneously, with Doran diving straightaway backwards, and he rolled on the sloppy mud — lying unscathed on his back — the Preacher next shot his rifle on automatic upwards towards the sky...
The volley of bullets from his AK47 struck a power-cable, which streamed across the yard — snapping it into two — one live, serpentine end of the lengthy electric cable alighted — and oscillated on the rooftop of the Hummer...
The women police-soldiers inside the metal armoured vehicle jumped, thumped and jolted on their seats. The driver's door then opened — and the toasted trooper dropped dead, with her face down to the muddy ground — her uniform was smothering from the electrocution...
Commander Petersburg, who gaze at, in total disbelief — the half-cigar dropped from her lips as the woman self-exclaiming...
"Holy Jesus, come fuck me..."
Warden Graves looked aghast out from the office window at the mystique Doran's indestructible presence of him — still standing undefeated and alive in her prison big yard...
The entire shemale gen-pop leapt up in jubilation, like a stadium of spectators celebrating a last-second miracle soccer goal being scored — in witnessing their providence of the heroic Preacher — who had just surmounted the odds in their Redemption Day...
With the immediate propitious moment, Hajja and Li Chi led the hundreds of Intersexuals outside from their prison blocks — they were spilling into the big-yard — to salient their counterstrike on the remaining sixty-odd undermine elite soldiers survivors who stood still, looking dazed in conquest with their guards-down. The Black prisoners fired their weapons and cried out...
"Redemption! Redemption! Redemption!"
Commander Petersburg scuttled in falling back from the festered fires — to hide behind their last line of defence near the buses.
She radioed in desperation for backup...
"Quick, send them now! Send them now!"