And Then It Rained (Sequel to Rain Again; Stand Alone Book) (Completed)

Chapter Thirty-five: The Rescue Operation

"I can truly be alright going inside with you," Victoria suggested for the tenth time, hearing how they had physically hurt Sumaia and guessing that the poor girl was perhaps petrified beyond imagination. "She would probably feel more safe seeing me."

"No way," George denied for the tenth time as well. "I doubt you will be able to move ahead swinging a baseball bat around in all directions at the speed of a helicopter blade, which is our actual plan. And we're also short on these gas mask-like things Pinti had stolen from somewhere. You will be blind in seconds from the chili pepper we're going to spray."

"Also dust—" said one of George's teammates excitedly. 

Ah, so that's why some of them were carrying those sacks.

"Yeah," George agreed. "That too. Praying some of them nasty ones have dust allergies."

Her heart beat fast and crazy as she watched everyone put on their helmets, and other steel plate-like body covers. Since none here wanted to bring firearms, these self-protection-related preparations made perfect sense. But it didn't mean they weren't looking like some funny versions of Galliot warriors. 

As the sun set and darkness slowly began to settle, George moved with his men inside the house. 

Victoria chewed her nail in the meanwhile as she waited, leaning against her car and peeking out to see if she could see them coming out. And she prayed for everyone's safety who had gone in there, not only Sumaia's. 

Hollers broke out from inside the house. 

Distant noises of stuff getting smashed, people getting battered, screams, and enraged voices could be heard. Victoria flinched with the loudest and most vivacious of them. 

Her tapping foot was almost beginning to dig a hole into the ground.

A smoky substance began to come out of the open windows. Victoria wondered if it was the spice and dust they took inside.

Chewing her nails, she wondered if letting the cops handle this was a good idea. She wondered if calling them was a better option. But then again, that would have jeopardized Sumaia's future, and Victoria had some plans to sort it all out. Her plan was scary, alright, but there was no other way to gain the ultimate freedom. 

Not a long time passed before George and others came out. Most of them were sneezing.

Victoria walked out, no more able to contain herself. Simultaneously, she texted the truck driver, who stormed the vehicle closer as well. 

Two of George's men were carrying Sumaia, who was barely conscious. 

"Sumaia!" Victoria shook her gently. "Hey, can you hear me?" When the girl just hummed in reply and looked at her with disoriented half-opened eyes, Victoria turned to face George. The guy sneezed twice and shook his head, looking a little irate. Victoria said with urgency, "She needs to be taken to the doc as soon as possible—"

"No worry about that—my men will see to it. Now, get to the next step of the plan, girly," George said urgently while Sumaia was being transferred into the back of the truck. "We did beat and bind them and locked the house somehow. But considering their muscles, size, and firearms—it's hard to say how long they will remain like that."

"I'm on it," Victoria said quickly, dialing the emergency number of the police station as George hurried his men to jump into the truck as well for fast evacuation. 

The person who picked up the call asked a round of questions, and she made sure she gave carefully cut information about Adi and his illegal activities, and most importantly, how this house in front of her now was his probable crime-related basecamp or an office. 

After her conversation was over, Victoria turned to George and called his name. His sneezing had considerably slowed down now.

"Yeah?" 

"Thanks, George," she said earnestly. "It wouldn't have been possible without you."

"Ah," George chuckled it off. "You could have thanked me later. I'm staying with you until the end."

Victoria frowned. "But the cops will arrive in a few minutes and question anyone they will see in this spot—"

"Let me take some credit too, girl. Besides, I won't let you stay alone in those few minutes so close to those goons inside that house, knowing it is a possibility they can break out any moment."  Leaning against Victoria's car, George was brushing down his shirt with his hands to clear the residue of dust, spice, and brawling with the enemies off of himself.

But who knew that before the cops, someone else was going to arrive? 

Victor's car couldn't have found a better time to pass by. 

The car slowed down to a stop and parked off the street. 

Victoria was already staring, and her heart quickened seeing Victor coming out of the car. 

"Victoria?" he asked, walking up to her. "What are you doing here? Are you in any problem? Did your car break down?"

"Er—" Victoria didn't know which one of his questions to answer first or how. She could also see that Victor was looking suspiciously at George, and she couldn't blame him. The guy still bore signs of the rescue operation.

"Well, hello there, young man," George's tone was cheerful. "Is this a model of yours?" he asked Victoria.

Victoria was at a loss as to how to answer George's question as well. The relationship she and Victor now shared or did not share was a greatly complicated matter itself, especially after the signing and submitting of the divorce papers. "Huh? Er—" 

Police sirens couldn't have found a better time to advance their way, blaring in all glory. 

Victor frowned, commenting, "An accident or crime must have transpired somewhere." 

"Oh, gosh, buahaha..." George burst into laughter and even bent down, holding his stomach. "This guy is such a comedy!"

Victor's frown only deepened. 

The police cars stopped in front of the house, just a bit away from where the three of them stood. Uniformed men came out of the vehicles. While most stormed toward the house, a pair of them approached the trio. 

Victor looked confused beyond limits, and one of the cops asked Victoria, "Are you, Victoria D'Souza? Are you the one who called the police, ma'am?"

Victoria nodded. "Ah, yes, that's right. It's me. I'm sure you'll find the criminals with proof of their illegal activities inside." 

The cops nodded.

Victor, however, was berserk. "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on over here?"

The cops looked at each other's faces.

George laughed again.

Victoria sighed, closing her eyes. Well, it was a long story she now had to tell.

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Word Count: 1640

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A/N:

Hello everyone,

So, Victoria has transformed into a fearless, scheming warrior. What are your feelings about this new form of her?

Also, Victor has made an entrance. Although he wanted this transformation in Victoria, he seemed quite shocked by the enormity of it. But what will be the consequence of it all? Is evil truly forfeited already?

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Love,
Lara.