Monday, May 20th 1997. 10:33 AM
"Where's my cash?" The man asked.
"I'm gonna give it t' ya," the client replied, opening the bag and taking a whiff, "juss' don' worry, I'll get th' stuff. Kay?"
"How do I know you wont just get high and never get me my doe? You're the one who contacted me! Not the other way around!"
They were on top of Luigi's Sex Club 7, making a deal. Faint sirens were heard.
"Shit! The feds! Give me the cash now!"
"I sai' you'll gettit!"
The man pulled out a knife and quickly killed the client before taking back his SPANK and running down the fire escape. Bruno Muniz jumped the last few stairs, ripped open the door of his Red Stinger Sports car and started a burnout, speeding away a couple seconds later.
He turned north onto Red Light District area of Portland Island, Liberty City. Bruno took his second right and then knocked over a street-lamp while drifting into a left turn, continuing north until he reached Hepburn Heights. The sirens were getting louder. He took the right, heading east. He was just driving into the three way stop when an LCPD Squad-Car rammed into him from the left, shattering his window, breaking his leg, and causing a long deep cut beside his eye.
Damn! What kind of an effin' cop would ram into me from the side? He thought, wiping away the blood, but it continued to flow, Forehead cuts don't stop bleeding easily.
He reversed a bit, then turned south, going 90 and dodging traffic. He swiped a green Bobcat, the driver proceeding to finger the Stinger.
The Squad car was tailing him, less than ten feet away. Bruno drove through an alleyway, hitting a few crates, side of the car gliding across the right wall, creating a large display of sparks.
As he broke out of the alley, two more Squad cars appeared behind him from the right and left.
Bruno changed the station to K-JAH while he continued to speed through Chinatown, heading towards Callahan Point.
"Damn it!" He shouted in pain. His leg throbbed, sending surges of angst through his body.
He turned left at the end of the street onto Atlantic Quays, and took his first right, attempting to shake the cops.
Note to self: Next time I shake the cops, go into a busy area.
He took his second right, and continued driving off of the street, eyeing the cargo ship. Bruno drove onto the docks, feeling the rumble of the gaps between the wood planks below him.
What the hell was I thinking?
He braked, skidding 160 degree to his right, back right tire inches from the water.
Five Squad Cars pulled up in front of him.
"Shit!" He screamed, hitting his bloody head on the steering wheel.