Trouble at Club B part 4
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Rama saw a fight breaking out across the room, but before he could
do anything, he felt the blow to his face. For a moment he was disoriented and stumbled backwards. He barely had time to blink before he saw the flash of movement
coming at him again. This attacker was quick. Rama shifted his weight and fell
back again, but this time turned away from the coming punch. He could feel the
fist glance across his face but it barely connected and there was no force to
knock him back again.
Rama took another step back and readjusted. His vision cleared and
things seemed to slow down.
The face of the attacker was familiar. A split second later, Rama remembered
– this was the police officer that tried to arrest him a couple weeks earlier. Rama
had fought him off last time, but last time he was on the run and had room to escape.
This was a packed nightclub with a lot of bodies blocking any path towards the
doors.
Rama didn’t relish the prospect of fighting another officer, but
he didn’t think he had another choice. He wondered about the fight across the
room and if that was another policeman. And if so, who else the police were
here to arrest and why. If the police were here because of Naxis, then maybe
his undercover investigation wasn’t necessary and was only getting in the way.
He considered telling his assailant that he was a fellow officer, but wasn’t certain
and didn’t want to ruin his cover if the police were here for a different
reason.
The officer pushed past a patron and charged Rama. This guy seemed
a little unhinged. Rama wasn’t sure how to dodge or deflect in such a small
space. The office yelled something about resisting arrest, but Rama wasn’t
paying attention. He was trying hard not to hurt the other man.
Rama took another strong hook to his jaw and fell to the ground.
The officer climbed on top of Rama and out came the zip tie
restraints. The man’s knees jutted into Rama’s arms, and he was having trouble freeing
himself. Rama might have to let himself be arrested and explain things later
that he was undercover. Hopefully being attacked in such a public way would
help alleviate any suspicions anyone in Naxis might have about him getting
arrested.
Before the officer could get the handcuffs on Rama, someone kicked
him off. Rama was shocked to see his savior was Maliq. Even if Maliq hated him,
he was a loyal to the crew. Good to know, thought Rama.
Maliq extended his hand to help Rama stand.
“We’ve got to get out of here.”
“What about Yaz and Junko?”
“In one of the karaoke rooms. Let’s go find them. We can take the back
stairs.”
Rama looked across the room at the other fight. What he assumed
was another police officer was fighting two men. They all seemed especially
skilled.
“What do you think is going on?” Rama asked as they headed towards
the back of the club.
“I don’t know. But cops nosing around isn’t good.”
“You think they’re here because of the money?”
“If they knew what we were doing, there would have been a full-on
raid and they would have shut the club down. This seemed like two cops got
suspicious and stumbled into something.”
“Even so, they might figure something out.”
Maliq opened doors to the private karaoke rooms, looked for Yaz
and Junko. “True. This place is probably ruined. We’ll have to worry about that
later. After we get out of here.”
Maliq kicked open a door and entered. Yaz was on the mic singing
with a couple of prostitutes.
“Police. Time to go,” shouted Maliq.
Yaz nodded and hurried to the other door in the room. He opened it
and Rama caught a glimpse of a bed and a naked body laying on it. Junko, he wondered.
Yaz said something and a figure quickly emerged. Junko threw on a
jacket and took the lead in front of Yaz. Whoever it was on the bed was left
behind.
Junko ran out into the hall, gun drawn, pushed past other patrons
and lead the group towards the back stairs.
Junko opened the exit door, and they were all confronted by a tough
looking man in a suit. Not a cop, thought Rama, but who was he?
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