CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Miles away.
Frederick radioed Marson.
“Sending attackers. Gold scriptures were stolen as we speak. I repeat the gold scriptures have been stolen.”
Marson roared pushing his men inside the GRB
“Attack now!”
He got the machine gun and ran forward too.
“I will kill these motherfuckers before they have their hands on my gold scriptures.”
Marson roared sending everyone in.
“Someone is very upset, and all are running in.”
“Not until the Fatladies sings.”
“Launch. Arm. Attack Now!”
“Phrase accepted!” This was a voiceover on the system. Instantly a gunshot sound rocketed the skies.
Frederick caused.
“What is going on? Hold on, the men are being slaughtered; they have no chance with the Fatladies.”
“Damn it! Don’t give me that. Chase them from their hiding holes. F
