The Big Job: Part Two

Part 1

It was time to move out. David Cooper ushered in the prisoner into the van. "Why are we transporting Harvey Weinstein ?" he thought to himself. The took off from the basement parking. David sat opposite Harvey.  Harvey looked straight at David, never leaving his eyes off him. He seemed never to blink.

The Van full of operators was focused, never knowing what danger to expect. Hands on their firearms with trigger discipline. "I notice you have a NASA issued Omega Speedmaster," said Harvey Weinstein, breaking the silence in the van, "I'm something of a watch collector myself. The courts seized my possessions and now all I have left is this." 
He raised his hand revealing a black Corrections Department issued Casio F-91W below his handcuffs. David wouldn't fall for Weinstein's tricks, he had read Machiavelli and 12 Rules for Life back to back, this combined with his espionage experience meant he could spot deception from a mile away. 

"We're gonna have to divert through the financial district. Accident up ahead caused a traffic jam," said the driver. The entire convoy then changed their route. 

"I'm a big fan of your work Lt. Cooper," said Harvey Weinstein, "I read about your work in Adm. Jocko's memoirs. I was even working on producing a film about you. Its a shame a man of your skills and talent is reduced to protecting an old man like me."

As they passed the Wall Street Synagogue, Harvey had a slight smirk on his face. David noticed the microexpression. Something wasn't right! His tactical sense was going off, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He didn't know what, but Harv was up to something...

Suddenly the convoy was attacked. The van was knocked over after being hit from the side by a super heavy duty Ford Raptor with a customized frame. The convoy was flanked by marksmen firing from windows in adjacent. The operators in the beamers we're all shot down. "SITREP!" shouted David in the overturned van. No one responded, the attack had knocked out the other operators. "SITREP!" he shouted again into his radio but there was no response only static. Only Harv was still conscious in the van, his stature protecting him from the crash.

David cut himself loose from his seat belt and peaked through one of the armoured vans peep holes. The attackers left their positions in the adjacent buildings and took positions on the street beside the crash. There were about a dozen of them. They were all wearing black tactical clothes and balaclavas. They were armed with fully automatic Draco
Romanian PM md. 90s, probably bought from local Puerto Rican and African American gangs. David grabbed a flash bang and stun grenade from the harness on his Elon Musk made sneaking suit.

He kicked open the van door, pulled the pins on the grenades and after counting to 4, threw them out. The attackers were stunned and blinded. David then stepped out of the van, drew his 2 Colt Single Action Army revolvers and began to spin them like a cowboy in an old western. David exhaled and his extensive training allowed him to enter a "bullet time" trance where time appeared to slow down. He then slowly shot at the attackers one by one with his revolvers. To him it felt like 1 minute, but to an outside observer, all they would have witnessed was 12 shots fired within one second. David reholstered the revolvers as the attackers slowly fell one by one.

He decided to go back to the overturned van to check on the prisoner and his fellow operators. "Well well. The legends are true, you're even better in person," said a voice in a southern accent. David looked around but could see no one. Out of no where, a grenade was flung in his direction. David quickdrew his revolver and shot it out of the air, deflecting it. The grenade went off releasing plumes of smoke that filled the street. From the smoke emerged a man wearing tactical gear and a black leather duster. His balaclava also had a skull on it. David drew his revolvers and had lined up a headshot from his hip.

CLICK! CLICK! They were empty. "Colts carry 6," said the man. He then pulled out his golden Night Hawk .50 cal pistol and shot David in the shoulder, immobilising him. The man walked past David and to the overturned van, freeing Harvey Weinstein. David was on the ground in pain. The man then crouched over him and slipped a card into his pocket. "I could have killed you but I didn't," said the man, "When this is all over kid, give us a call. We're gonna need you for this team we're putting together." He walked off with Harvey Weinstein.

"Wait!" yelled David in pain and out of breath,"who the hell are you ?" The man's back was turned to David. He pulled off his mask and dropped it on the ground. He turned back to reveal his face. It was none other than Kevin Spacey. He then smirked and disappeared into the smoke.

TO BE CONTINUED.