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Prologue

Claire smiled when she saw the way the swarm of police scrambled for cover. Dodging and ducking from the tremendous firepower coming from the shotguns in her possession. She fired again and again from her perch in the iron-sealed old abandoned warehouse. Claire felt power building in her mind. The same power she felt when she was running the park. She thought she had lost it. Watching her adversaries retreat confirmed what she felt. Claire never wanted to ever relinquish that feeling. She smirked, nodding and waiting. A stretch of calm followed the barrage. The police moved into strategic position, but were unable to completely surround the entire building. Parts of it had disappeared below ground.

The police were tactically retreating with complete realization that shots were coming from only one side of the warehouse. Realizing that the girls were outnumbered and outgunned, the police opened fire and unleashed heavy artillery. The loud sounds of explosion crashed into what had been the silence of the uneasy, but temporary cease-fire. Squads of trained police teams moved in on the warehouse, firing powerful caliber weapons. The resulting explosions spread around the girls like wildfire. They could see that the sun was beginning to set.

“A fine pickle we’re in, big sis,” Candace said, loading her weapons.

“Are you giving me the sad song, Candy?” Claire asked with sarcasm. She watched Candace clutching the weapons. “How’s it?” she asked.

“We’re running out of ammo,” Candace answered.

“I hear you, Candy,” Claire said.

“I’d be damn if I’m gonna be cooped up in anybody’s prison, big sis,” Candace said.

“Me too, Candy, me too,” Claire agreed.

“I’m not afraid as long as you’re with me, big sis. I know Mimmy will be sad that we went out like this,” Candace said.

“People got do what they got to if they want to make it. There is no right or wrong way, Candy.”

“Oh man, what a nice day to go out, huh big sis…?”

“Candy, it’s time,” Claire said, looking at the trap door.

Candace scurried over to it and attached the explosive device to the latch on the door. She grabbed an M203grenade launcher and fired a grenade through the window. The concussion ammunition landed in the center of the police squad moving forward. They quickly fell back, racing behind cover and returning fire. Bullets crashed through the warehouse with deadly accuracy. One hit the explosive device on the lock inside the abandoned building, causing a major explosion. Flames and debris were hurled everywhere.

“Take cover, take cover!” squad leaders sounded off.

There were simultaneous explosions. Newsmen and camera crews jumped inside their news vans. Not far off, the situation was being closely followed by the occupants of a parked black sedan. Quietly observing the scene, Melanie, the only female of the three people occupying the car, shook her head. Pauli, the driver and right-hand man to his underboss, Goldie, made up the observing trio.

“Some friend you are. If those two were in there, then they gotta be deep sixed now. C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here,” Goldie said.

“Ya right, nobody not even my girls could’ve survived that. And I love my girls. Now I gotta go buy something nice for their funeral,” Melanie said. Both men turn to look at her seated next to Goldie in the backseat of the Bentley. “Shame, shame, shame,” she continued. “They had so much talent, them two,” she continued, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing her eyes. “Too bad…”

“Hey Goldie, let’s go find us a spot with some nice peppers and sausage,” Pauli said.

“That’s a good idea, Pauli,” Goldie said. “Get me the fuck outta here.”

“I know the perfect spot,” Melanie said between tears.

They drove off leaving while the tactical squads were arriving. The police rushed into the destroyed warehouse and began searching through the rubbles. Shoulder to shoulder the units of the Miami Police and members of the FBI searched the destroyed warehouse. Their eyes were peeled for any evidence of the girls’ body parts. Nothing was found. The police assumed that they had to have been killed. Their bodies were totally demolished in the explosion.

“I’m sorry, there’s no one or nothing in here,” the lieutenant said.

“Nothing…?” The captain echoed in disbelief.

“So far sir, no bodies, nothing… It’s like they vanished in thin air. There’s a canine unit on the way. We’ll get the dogs in there, but so far nothing…”

“Good,” the captain said in disgust.

He glanced around and walked away shaking his head. Seemingly caught up in sisters’ demise, Lt. Cooksey stared at detective Street.

“Ha, ha, they deserve whatever they got,” Lt. Cooksey said, laughing triumphantly.

Detective Street sat on the hood of the police cruiser watching him. She closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer for the two sisters.