Take Down

Chapter One As I listened to the intense sounds of sex I couldn't help but get turned on by it. It was times like these that made me absolutely love my job. As our men drew closer to the target, the sounds of some serious lovemaking continued to get even louder and more intense, and in the process I got more and more turned on to the point where my panties were actually a little moist from the excitement. I remember laughing and thinking to myself that whoever the chick was that was on the receiving end of the dick, either she was just the loud screamer type who scream during sex just for the sake of screaming, or she really just couldn't handle the pounding that she was getting. All of our people on the team were now in the exact positions that they needed to be in and every one of the team members was deathly silent. "Oh my gawd!!!! OHHHH!!! UGHHH!!!" That was only part of the screaming sounds that we heard, and it almost became comical to everyone on the team. But no one dared laugh because in every sense of the word, if we laughed our lives could end. Mixed in with the moaning and screaming of the female, were the loud grunts and commands of the six-foot-four, two-hundred-and-eighty-pound target that we were after. "G-One to TOC . . . Do you think we should let them finish?" one of the G-Men whispered and asked me through his bone mic that rested on his jaw. "TOC to G-One . . . Have a heart, it's almost four in the morning. . . . Let him cum and then you guys should go in." I relayed those words to the earpiece listening devices that the entire team was wearing. I actually had some reasoning as to why I had said what I said. My reasoning was that our target would be much less of a threat if we nabbed him right after an orgasm. And if anything he would at least be in a better mood so to speak, as opposed to us nabbing him without him at least being able to finish what he had started with his little sex kitten. "Woooo!!! Woooo!!! Woooo!!! Ahhhh!!!" The chick just wouldn't let up with the screaming . . . But I shouldn't really criticize her because I was still getting turned on by it. "TOC to G-One . . . On second thought, we gotta get in there and save that broad. Obviously she can't handle it," I jokingly said to all of the men. I could hear the small sounds of laughter coming from the others on the team. I was positioned about five blocks away from where the raid was taking place. I was inside of the Tactical Operations Center, which was the most obscure-looking surveillance cargo van, watching and listening to every detail of the predawn raid that we were conducting. We were raiding the sprawling seven-thousand-square-foot Queens, New York home of hip-hop's hottest record producer/record mogul/entrepreneur, who was known on the streets and in the music world as Horse. Yeah, his celebrity status had grown to the point where he was one of those infamous one-nickname celebrities, sort of like if you say "Suge" everyone would know that you were referring to Tupac's former Death Row Records label head Marion "Suge" Knight. Horse, whose real name is Tyrone Hopkins, gained his notoriety, fortune, and prominence by producing hit records for some of the biggest stars in music, and not just rap music, but music across many genres. But unquestionably, his infamous reputation stems from the fact that he is the owner and CEO of Gun Clap Records. Tyrone "Horse" Hopkins has a very feared reputation and an imposing Hulk Hoganlike body to help further that feared rAnthony, Mark is the author of 'Take Down', published 2006 under ISBN 9780312340797 and ISBN 0312340796.