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"Victim to the Streets"
Written By MissaSmoke
Rated M for violence, strong language, heavy drug use, and some crude sexual humor.
Author's note - This story is based on the TGS saga. It occurs after the events in "Tengu" and CSHayden's prequel/continuation of Tengu, "Ronin".
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Chapter 1 - The First Strike
Manhattan Harbor, 11/08/2017
"What do you think you're doing! Get off your ass and load up those crates! I ain't got time for this bullshit!"
Chris gave a frustrated yell, and continued his walk of the docks. The man he had just yelled at was now busy helping the others load the large, wooden crates into the back of a truck. 'WHY' he thought, 'WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS RIP HAVE TO HAPPEN TONIGHT!' Groaning, he shook off his worries, and cracked his neck in an attempt to loosen up. It worked at the moment,
but just barely. With a sigh, he walked up to a teenager like himself, who was holding a clipboard.
"How's it going, Z? We set?"
"Nah, man, we still gotta get this shit into the SoBro. And how many times have I asked you to call me Zack?"
Chris chuckled. "Not enough." He and Zack helped load the last few crates into the two large F-250 pickups, and covered them with canvas. "A'ight..." Chris began. "It's showtime." He put two fingers to his lips, and let out a loud whistle. "LET'S GO! EVERYONE OUT!" The silence at the docks turned into a panic as workers raced to their cars. In a matter of seconds, ten respective engines roared to life. Chris started up the first truck. He watched through the rearview as Zack got into the driver's seat of the other. He inserted the key into the ignition, and turned it. The truck's engine gave a loud roar as it started up. After putting it in first, Chris slammed his foot on the gas. The truck immediately began to speed up, beginning at twenty miles-per-hour, quickly climbing to at least sixty-five. His tires gave a loud screech as he swerved the fully-loaded truck onto the freeway, with Zack following close behind. He kept the pedal floored, as he shifted from fourth, into fifth gear. Zack was doing the very same. Together, they dodged between cars, trying to get to their destination as quick as possible. Unluckily for them, four shadows were growing closer with each inch. They noticed. Chris grabbed the CB radio. "Heads up! we got company! Flying company!" In the truck next to him, Zack grabbed his own CB radio. "Shit! Someone got the drop on us! What the fuck do we do now!" Chris growled through gritted teeth as he shifted into sixth gear. He reached for the radio once again. "ROCK EM'!" At that, he slammed on the brake. Zack did the same. Their trucks slid to a halt on the side of the freeway, drawing loud honks and shouts from furious drivers. But they ignored it. Chris reached under his seat, and came up with a pistol. He yanked the keys from the ignition, and got out. Aiming his pistol at the shadows, he fired once, twice. Zack got out of his own truck, and started blasting away with an Uzi. Unable to clip the shadows, both teenage boys took off running. The shadows used this to their advantage, and landed a few feet ahead of them. Chris and Zack screeched to a halt. "Dude, we're fucked." Zack remarked. Chris shook his head. "We ain't out yet. Take em'!" Chris dropped his weapon, and went in for the first strike. The first creature, a beaked gargoyle with green skin and short black hair, threw the first punch. Chris blocked it with his fist, and countered with a roundhouse to the creature's beak. It fell over, groaning in pain. "GRAEME! NO!" Came a yell from one of the others. He was a green-skinned male, with a muzzle, and a large array of horns and antlers atop his head. Chris saw that he would need help for this. "Z! A little help!" he called. Zack threw down his gun, and ran to his friend's side, where they both assumed fighting positions. The new creature leapt into the air, and came down with an expert kick. Chris dodged it, and swung a backhanded fist at his attacker's muzzle. The creature dodged, and grabbed Chris's fist. With a loud roar, he attempted to throw Chris onto the ground. Zack went into action. He jumped up, andplanted both feet directly into the creature's chest, causing him to release his grip on Chris, and reel backwards. Chris got back to his feet. Just then, the other two creatures began to run at them. He and Zack exchanged puzzled glances. Chris nodded. A female creature, with red skin and a red beak, leapt at him with a strike. Chris ducked, and did a sweep kick, only to be blocked, and flipped onto his back. Frustrated, he got back to his feet, and leapt into the air. He swung a kick to the female's right temple. It was a direct hit, and sent her to the ground. A roar came from the remaining creature, who, Chris noticed, also had red skin and a beak. "Shit! We got family!" he yelled. Zack whimpered in reply. But, it was Chris the creature was after.It grabbed Chris while he was stunned, and proceeded to deliver blow after blow to his face. Zack rushed to his friend's rescue. He wrapped his arms around Chris's foe, and liftedthem up, before bringing him down hard on the asphalt. Chris groaned, and got to his feet, a hand over his new black eye. He delivered a sharp kick to the downed creature's gut, causing him to cough out blood. Chris turned to Zack. "Do him." Zack nodded, and raised up his foot. He brought it down hard on the creature's chest. There was a sickening 'CRACK!' as a few ofits ribs broke, followed by a roar of pain. He turned to Chris. "Blast him?" After a moment, Chris replied 'no.' They got back into their trucks and sped away, leaving the four creatures lying on the freeway.
----------The Castle, the next night----------
"...So tell me again. The buy that we set up got robbed by a couple of kids?"
Brooklyn groaned, and sat up in bed. He had a bandage wrapped around his chest. The stone sleep had helped to heal some of his wounds, but the broken bones would last him a while longer. "How many times do I have to tell you? These two kids came up to the docks, loaded up the stuff into two trucks, and just took off!" Elisa sighed, and took her seat next to the wounded gargoyle. "I can't beleive this. We lost two million dollars in guns and drugs to two KIDS... A deal that took the NYPD three months to set up! Shit... There goes my career..." Brooklyn leaned over, and gave Elisa a pat on the back. "Don't worry. As soon as we're all healed up, we can go after them." Elisa groaned, and got up from the bed. "I just can't beleive you guys nearly got killed by a couple of kids...jeez..." At that moment, Ariana walked into the room, followed by Kirin, who also had a bandage around his chest. "Brooklyn-san." he began. "We asked Graeme-kun to find information regarding the children who attacked us. He found this." Kirin tossed a stapled stack of papers to Brooklyn, who handed it over to Elisa. She flipped the first page over, and began to read.
"Let's see... First off, we got a kid named Christopher Edwards. He's fifteen, has green eyes, brown hair, and, it says here, goes by the name of 'Justin Sane' on the streets. It also says he's wanted in Oregon, Nashville, Memphis, and DC for. DAMN... twenty-three counts of Reckless driving, ten manslaughter counts, multiple drug possessions, plus, he escaped prison. And I wonder why he's not on the FBI's most wanted list. Let's keep going. Up next, we got a kid named Zachary Johnson. He's seventeen, with brown eyes, hair, and they call him 'Zack the Ripper'. He's wanted in LA, Houston, Chicago, and Detroit for multiple counts of Grand Theft Auto, Drunk and Disorderly, Homicide, and it looks like he's wanted in Mexico for three counts of smuggling illegal materials. He and Chris went to the same prison, and shared the same cell. Seeing a pattern here,
guys?"
Kirin stroked his chin. "Perhaps, the two children escaped prison together, yes? And they formed a kind of friendship."
Elisa nodded her head in agreement. "I'm gonna take these down to the staion, and see what I can dig up. Tell Graeme to keep looking for info. I'll come back and check up on you guys later."
-----34th Street Homes, South Bronx, NY, Room 1206-----
"Yo, toss me a beer."
Chris sighed, and threw Zack another forty-ounce bottle of Olde English. "So what happened today?" he asked.Zack shrugged, and laid back on the ripped-up sofa. "I made the exchange with the guns. Your cut's on your bed. It's five-hundred each." Chris chuckled, and walked over to his friend. They slapped hands together in a high-five. "Now THAT's what I'm TALKING ABOUT!" Zack gave a hearty laugh of his own, and cracked the top off his beer. He quickly downed a quarter of the bottle in one drink. Chris turned around, and went back to the desk. He sat down, and reached into one of the drawers. He pulled from it one of the metal briefcases that they had stolen the night before. When it was opened, he was greeted by the extremely strong smell of well-grown marijuana. Chuckling to himself in delight, he took one of the bags, sliced it open, and removed some of the sticky green bud. Zack watched from the sofa as his friend took a pack of zig-zags from the drawer, and pulled out a single paper. He watched as Chris shredded a big bud, and lined it up on the paper. Chris rolled the joint into a perfect cylinder, and licked the edge of it, so that it sealed shut. Then, he took a lighter, and ran it under the wet part of it,
causing the saliva to quickly evaporate. When he was finished, he turned around in the chair to face Zack.
"Time to enjoy the fruits of our labor."
Zack laughed, and finished off his beer. He fired up the joint, while Chris put on some music. Dr.Dre's "Xxplosive" boomed throughout the small apartment from the stereo in the back of the room. Zack took his hits, and passed the joint to Chris. Chris took two hits, and held them in, while Zack took his. This process of smoking continued until they were finished with the joint. Chris then got them both beers, and they drank until they fell asleep.
-----NYPD precinct in Downtown Manhattan, the next DAY-----
Elisa sighed. She slumped over her desk. A whole night at the precinct, and she had come up with squat. Nobody knew of the two kids in New York. Groaning, she got up, and was about to leave, when the door opened. It was Matt. "Elisa! You better come see this."He gasped. He sounded as if he had been running a marathon. She grabbed her coat, and was out the door with him in a matter of seconds. Matt led her into the lobby. Everyone in the precinct was glued to the TV. Matt pointed to the screen. "Aren't those the kids you were looking for?" Elisa gasped, and grabbed the remote. She turned the TV to maximum volume.
"...Police say the gunfight has been going on for at least half an hour. The two suspects, visible to my right, are apparently the victims of a drug deal gone bad. As you can see, They are firing across the street at a group of what looks like five people with automatic weapons. Make that four people. Police say they have SWAT teams en route to the site, and are looking to make an arrest."
Elisa chuckled. There was absolutely no way those kids could escape a SWAT unit. Many had tried, but all had failed. Just then, sirens sounded on the TV. She directed her attention back to it.
"The SWAT team has arrived! This is Diane Moore, LIVE, for NYC news at noon, and I gotta say, it's turning around quickly! It looks like both groups are now fleeing the crime scene. The SWAT team has apprehended the group of four. Which leaves the... Well, It looks like the other two suspects have disappeared! The SWAT team is combing the alleys behind the warehouse on 29th Street, in hopes they might find them. From the looks of things, it appears their search was unsuccessful."
Elisa groaned, and threw the remote at a wall. There was a loud 'CRACK' as the plastic shattered against the wall. Everyone turned to see her. The Captain asked what the problem was. Elisa told her and the rest of the officers of the events that had occured at the docks.
"So, you think these are the same kids?"
"I'm positive." Elisa replied. The Captain paced around the office, still taking in the infromation from the papers Elisa had given her. "Well." She started. "It looks like we're dealing with pros. According to these documents, the boys haven't been seen since September 2015. That was about two years ago, when they jumped prison. No wonder There's no info on them. They live off the grid. Probably in a shack or a ghetto somewhere in New York, but it'd take forever to find them at this rate" Elisa nodded her agreement. "Cap, can you do me a favor? Can you cross-check the aliases we found to any of the apartment buildings in the immediate area? We're bound to find something." Captain Chavez nodded, and walked to the door. "I'll get Mendez and Wattson to run the cross-check. In the meantime, do you mind if I borrow these?" Elisa chuckled. She didn't mind.
With that, Chavez left the room, leaving Elisa to herself.
-----The Red Room, South Bronx, later that night-----
"GOD-FUCKING-DAMN-IT!"
"Dude, you need to chill the fuck out." Chris tried to reassure his friend. Groaning, Zack called for the bartender to give him another round of beers. "Now listen, we can't do anything here in this city. We're blown." Chris downed his shot of vodka, and called for another. A few seconds later, the bartender came back with the drinks. Zack sighed, and cracked open his can of beer. "So now what, man? We move again?" Chris shook his head, and tried to think. Then, he got it. "No. Fuck moving. Hey bar-boy, give me the phone." The bartender handed Chris the cordless phone. "Who you callin'?" Zack asked. Chris began dialing the number. "I'm callin' O.E. We need the backup." Zack choked on his beer. "O.E.! We ain't seen him in like, two years since we moved here!" Chris nodded in reply. "That's the whole point. Him and his gargoyle boys can probably give us all the backup we need, along with a place to stay." Zack paused. "A place to stay? Dude, we live in an apartment already." Chris nodded, and put the phone to his ear. "That's the whole point. They'll be digging up shit on us. They'll find the place. Now chill for a second."
:LINE RINGING:
: "Hello?"
Chris: "O.E.? That you, man?"
O.E.: "Chris! Long time, homes, long time. What do you need?"
Chris: "Shiiit. We're in the South Bronx, and shit has been CRAZY. We got the NYPD on our ass"
O.E.: "No fucking way! Let me guess, you decided to jack another load?"
Chris:"Something like that. Listen, I heard you was in New York with your family. Any chance of a place for me and Z to stay?"
O.E.: "Ehh... I don't know, man, but I guess you can come stay with me for a while..."
Chris:"That's all right, we cool with that. Where can we meet you?"
O.E.: "Shit, lemme see... You're calling from the Red Room, right
Chris:"Yeah."
O.E.: "I'll be there in about five minutes."
Chris:"Cool. Buy you a drink?"
O.E.: "Get me some Jag."
Chris: "Will do. Peace."
O.E.: "Out."
:END CALL:
Chris hung up, and tossed the phone back to the bartender. Zack nudged him on the shoulder. "What'd he say?" Chris told him to hold on, and downed his vodka. When he was done, he cleared his throat, and spoke. "He said he'll be here in about five. We're gonna be staying with him for a couple of weeks, until we can find a place." Zack finished off his beer, and rested on his chair. "Hey bartender!" Chris called. "Gimme another round, and a glass of Jag. We got a friend coming." The bartender left to go get the drinks. Zack tapped Chris's shoulder once again. "You got a cigarette?" Chris reached into his pocket, and came out with a pack of Newports and a lighter. He handed them to Zack, who lit up a cigarette. They sat at the bar for a few minutes, drinking, smoking, and talking about what they were goin g to do, now that they had been found out. some time later, the door to the bar opened, and a figure, dressed all in black, stepped in. In a panic, the bartender brought out his shotgun from behind the bar. He aimed it at the shadowy figure. "I don't know who you are, but get the FUCK out of my place!" Chris, seeing this,was very annoyed. with one hand, he grabbed the shotgun from the bartender's hands, and ejected the shells. "Chill the fuck out, bitch, he's with us!" With that,he handed the bartender back the gun. "B-but..." The man stammered. "He's one of those MONSTERS!" Chris gave him a hard right to the jaw, causing him to tumble back, into the empty bottles lining the shelf behind the bar. Groaning, he picked himself up. The figure walked up next to Chris and Zack, and took a seat. "O.E.! What's been happenin, man?" Chris started. He slid O.E. His glass of Jag. "Nothin much." O.E. replied. He downed the glass, and calmly asked the bartender for another one. Still shaking, the man brought him his drink. O.E. groaned, and stretched out. He ran a hand through his jet-black hair, straightening it out around the two horns that protruded from the top of his head. Using a claw, he scratched the underside of his beak. He cracked his neck and knuckles, giving soft growls of satisfaction as he did so. Finally, the bartender returned with another drink. O.E. downed it all in one gulp, and turned to Chris. "So tell me what happened." Chris sighed, and told him the everything that had happened. O.E. listened with interest as he laid it all out, from the heist to the shootout earlier that day. When he was done, O.E. called for another drink. The bartender, who had also been listening, brought him his drink. "So YOU'RE the guys on TV!" He exclaimed. The trio turned to him, ready for an attack. "That was fuckin' awesome. You guys dodged a SWAT team!" Sighing, the group went back to talking. After a few more drinks, they left for O.E.'s house.
-----The Castle-----
"...So we got a tip that there was a drug deal going down today. three keys each of coke and heroin. what makes this situation worse, it was the NYPD's to begin with. Now, we will NOT have our city turned upside-down by a couple of psychotic kids. We're gonna get to them on their own turf. The street. Tonight, at nine thirty-five P.M., our 'kids' were seen leaving a place called the Red Room. It's one of those underground bars where they serve drinks to anyone. We have the kids' current location. It's an apartment building on the lower-east-side of the South Bronx projects. It's Forest Homes, number 3154. Chopper caught them entering the room with someone else. He's wanted by three nations."
Elisa clicked on the picture, and it was brought up on-screen. It showed a fierce-looking black gargoyle, with a sharp, curved beak. He had jet-black hair to match his skin; in the picture, it was shown snaking around the two horns in the back of his head. Elisa clicked the side-view photo, and brought it onto the screen. From the side, one could see that the black gargoyle had a beard coming out from under his beak, and that he wore two gold hoops, one in each ear. Elisa pointed out the shoulder-length tribal tattoos on the torso of the suspect.
"His name is Omri Evankovich. He's Russian Mafia. He's twenty-six years old in human years, but don't take it for granted. This guy is a hell of a warrior. He's wanted by Russia for the assassination of one of its top key political leaders, a one Peter Suskovovich, who was scheduled to be running for president in '13. Took a knife to his throat. He's also wanted by the British, for his attempt to assassinate the queen. He was caught during this attempt, and sentenced to die by a hanging. The hanging went on as planned, and everyone presumed him dead... Until the commissioner came to see the body, and noticed that it had disappeared. Finally, he's wanted in Mexico for the murder of Governor Carlos Ramirez in Panama. He's a killer, a genius, and Satan rolled all into one. And watch your backs guys, He's also a bomb scientist. There's no telling what he could've rigged."
Elisa flipped off the TV. "Any questions?" She asked. Nobody raised their hands. "Good. Now let's MOVE LIKE WE'VE GOT A PURPOSE!" At that, Two dozen armed SWAT team members marched towards the elevator, followed by Brooklyn's family. They had a bone to pick with some kids...
-----Forest Homes, number 3154------
"Dude, what the FUCK is that!"
Chris slowly backed away from the off-white bricks. O.E. walked up next to him. "That's C-4. Weapons grade." Chris nearly crapped his pants. "You have fucking C-4 in this apartment!" O.E. tried to calm his friend down. Groaning, Chris got up, and went to the bathroom door. He gave it two loud raps. "Chill! I'm almost finished!" Came a muffled reply. The running shower water abruptly stopped. Chris walked back to O.E. He took out a Newport, stuck it in his mouth, and brought his lighter to it. Just then, O.E. snatched the cigarette and stomped it out. "Are you CRAZY! There's C-4 in the house! Do you want us to fucking DIE! Go outside!" Chris sighed, picked up the crushed cigarette, and started towards the front door. The bathroom door opened, and Zack stepped out, brushing his short-cut hair. He shook the excess water off, and tossed the brush back into the bathroom. He flopped down on O.E.'s couch, and watched from there as O.E. went to work on the C-4. He grabbedsome blocks of C-4, and shoved four of them into a duffel bag, leaving the remaining three. Outside the apartment, Chris was half-finished with his cigarette. He took a long hit, and blew the smoke out, into the night. The apartment was on the third floor of the Forest Homes project. From where he was standing, Chris could see the cars rumbling aboutdown on the streets below. A caravan of black box trucks caught his eye.
"SHIT!"
Inside, O.E. and Zack were enjoying themselves. They had sliced open one of the kilo bags of coke, and had begun railing it, when the front door burst open. "THE ENTIRE FUCKING SWAT LINE IS HEADED TOWARDS US!" Chris screamed. This got everyones attention. Zack grabbed the bag of coke, and stuffed it back into its briefcase. O.E. went to a corner of the room, where there were two metal cases. He threw one to Chris. "This is my newest creation! Take care of it!" he cried, and grabbed the other case.Chrisstuffed it into one of his two duffel bags. The other one was filled with his share of the money, along with a change of clothes. O.E. opened the other one of the two cases, revealing a slick, metallic object. A timer. Unlike others, the wires of this timer wereinstalled behind an impenetrable glass, which was guaranteed to withstand bullets and physical strikes. O.E. took a key from his pocket, and unlocked the top glass plate. He planted the timer, linking the three remaining blocks of C-4. After pressing a couple of buttons, he locked the impenetrable glass plate once more. Zack tossed him his bags, and they headed out the door. "Take the alley around back!" O.E. commanded. He ran in front of the group, leading them towards the alley. Chris caught up to him. "Dude! How long did you rig it for!" heyelled.O.E. growled, and kept running. "Thirty seconds!" At that, Chris and Zack exchanged panicked glances. "But that's right no--" Chris's sentence was cut short by a deafening explosion. Turning back, the trio watched as the apartment went up in a spectacular blaze of fire and thick black smoke. Sirens followed shortly after. Chris stayed behind long enough to watch the SWAT vans pull into the complex's parking lot, before taking off after his friends.
-----NYPD HQ, the next night-----
"GodDAMN it, people! Military-grade explosives, in MY city! How much further does this have to go!"
Captain Chavez slammed her fists down on the Conference table. Elisa rose to her feet to speak.
"Captain, these people are dangerous. They proved that last night when they blew their own home off the map. We need more people--"
"--What we need, Detective Maza, Is some fucking competence. If we can't keep up with a group of street thugs, how do you think it makes us look!"
"...Not good, Captain..."
Elisa sat down once more, and was silent for the remainder of the Conference. Once it was over, She headed for the castle.
-----The Castle-----
"I can't BELEIVE this shit! It's been three nights of this shit, and already, things are going wrong!"
Brooklyn roared, and slammed his fist into the castle's stone wall, crushing some of the rock that was there. Sata tried her best to calm him down, but he persisted, throwing himself around the castle. From one corner of the Den, Graeme called out to his sister. Ariana walked over to her brother. He brought his beak to her ear, and began to whisper.
"Dad's fucking pissed! How long do you think this'll last?"
Ariana sighed. "A LONG time." Graeme nodded, and pointed to the computer screen. "I wanted to show you something. See this..." he pointed to a long, rectangular object on-screen. "That's the prototype of the U.S. Military's new weapon, the Unit number HK5-32o94, also known as 'Project Halo'. Simply stated, it's a nuclear bomb. Well, these exact same plans disappeared from a U.S. military base upstate two weeks ago. You know that apartment bomb? I analyzed some of the dust. It's military-grade C-4. Project Halo requires four precision-cut blocks of pure C-4. It combines the explosive elements of the C-4 with the radioactive properties of an atom bomb. Ari, if those guys are the same ones who stole the plans..."
"We could all be dead in a matter of hours."
"Exactly. Project Halo has a blast radius of two-hundred miles. The highest in the world, second to none."
"SHIT! If they detonate one of those things, they'll take out a quarter of the country!"
"Which is why I would suggest we leave them alone, unless we want to have about a million deaths on our conscience."
Ariana agreed. She went to tell Elisa of the newfound information. After hearing of the seriousness of the situation, Elisa nearly fainted. "Two hundred miles..." She gasped. "That would take out all of New York, and put the surrounding area under Quarantine for about--"
"Two-hundred years." Graeme finished for her. Elisa groaned. Graeme gave her a pat on the back. "Don't worry about it. I've got a plan."
-----The Holiday Inn, tenth floor, room 920-----
"That shit was fucking insane!" Chris yelled. He laughed out loud, and did another line of coke. When it was done, he reclined on one of the hotel beds. Zack cracked open his third beer, and began to sip on it. O.E. was hard at work in one corner of the room. He leaned over the table with the soldering iron. There was a loud hiss as he used it to fasten a copper wire to the underside of a long, rectangular object. Zack got up from the floor, and walked over to him. "What're you working on?" he asked, just out of curiosity.O.E. growled softly, and replied "The greatest explosive ever conceived." He looked down at his lap, to the small stack of blueprints. Everything had to be perfect...
END OF PART ONE
Well, that was part one. I hope everyone likes it. I had a helluva time writing it. If anyone has questions, comments, or even FLAMES, feel free to email me at blazeybreele at gmail. com