Harvest Moon: Guns N' Roses
Chapter One
Flower Bud Village was not as it has been for the past 30 years or so. Long ago, in the 1930s, lived the people of the times. They were what you call today, 'Big Timers' playing their games and learning to win, lose and sometimes die. Many were not as rude to kill but preferred to rid of their foes in proper manners, If you know what I'm talking about. Yes, it was the life of crime and coppers in those days. The life that made some people hateful and others to love it. Crime subdue in the underground, but only those with the right touch and skill knew who was who.
"So what do we go this week, boss?" the taller short-haired man mimicked the smile his asker had, "Got ourselves a cargo straight from York (New York) and its loaded with candy for the boys. Of course, you know as always that my enemies are impatient as am I to get a hold of a bite like this. That's why I have called for you, Weasel, you know more resources than anyone else," Weasel smiled with a kind of crooked symphony in his face, "As you know, the only one out for this series jobs is Jack the Pirate. Get him and get me that cargo, Weasel. Understand? I want no failures!" Weasel scurried out the small office and walked into the hallway which held the fragrance of a just lit cigar, "Is it done?" the stout man flashed the same smile once more, "Good." It was only minutes before the building was turned into hell ruins.
"Jack, I got us another job. Cargo from York coming here straight," Jack kept on reading his paper and his feet didn't leave the top of his desk, "I'm telling you, this is our chance to get with the big boys. Don't waste it!" at last, Jack turned out the cigar in the crystal tray and took into his friends words, "Nick, Nick, Nick…you know that sooner or later we still get called for those jobs and at times get part of the share. Why make enemies of our dear friends?" Jack laughed and placed his eyes on the paper once more and it was only then that he noticed the news. "Hey, Nick look at this," Nick released his tightly grabbed hair and came to his side, "Building burnt to crisp in downtown plaza. No survivors." both men looked surprised to the news and Nick was able to mutter some words, "Johnny…"
"It was Weasel, boss!" the man's confessions didn't make it easier on his torment. "What do you take me for, an idiot? I know it was Weasel, what I want to know is for whom he worked it out!" another quick yelp as the bat came swinging hard on his bleeding back, "I don't know…" the man drew his cigar and kept his stare on the punished man. Then, he made another of many glances towards the executioner making a series of more yelps come from the hurt. "Ok, ok… I'll talk," a deep laugh came from behind the burning cigar, "good boy, now spit it." After some seconds of recovering, he revealed the names, "Cecil Mandan and Michael Anderson. Both are working together on a plan to take over our business and everyone's else who is involved in the underground. Look, Jimmy, I'm sorry for the accident for what happened to Johnny." Jimmy drew the rest of his cigar and shook his head. "You should have thought of that before." This time there were no glances but the shine of the pistol in the man's forehead. Between the air, one had just lost his breath.
Far from there, a small club known as the Coco Tropical, hosted families of the big boys. More than several making businesses, others just having a relaxed time. Everything was going smooth until the doors broke in and the music went out. In some tables, murmurs of "the Pirate" and "its Jack" went about. While the tall and built man didn't care about the words that came from the families, he kept his notice on the faces. Searching for one in particular, Weasel's. Losing the last face, he noticed small table far back in the dark shadows. Unafraid and willing, he kept his smooth walk with everyone's stare behind him. "Well, if it isn't Jack the Pirate. What brings you and your sea mate there around here?" Nick ran his hand through his hair showing his impatience of beating the crap out of him.
"Nothing much, except we would like a little more details on Johnny Carmon's 'accidental' death." weasel gulped slightly noticeable. "I have no clue, Jack, honest." His fears were quickly growing by the second, but Jack wanted amusement first. With a quick, painful blow, Stile 'The Weasel' Jenson was on the floor with a crump on the stomach.
Most of the girls screamed and ran out of the bar as they often knew that this was about to become messy. "Weasel, he has nothing to do with this. It was that rocker (Drug Dealer) Carlos Guzman who set up Johnny's death." Nick turned away from Jack towards the confessor. "Lance Masters, I've seen you in TV more than once. What are you doing down here?" Jack's attention was now taken from the Weasel by this man who claimed information. "Ok, Lance," he said mimicking the name in slow tone, "let's go to my office and talk."
Jimmy was known by half the city. He ran near 1/3 of the cities underground industries for Johnny. And according to Johnny, if death ever neared or got a held of him, Jimmy would inherit his 'Business' to his pleasure, Jimmy was already way ahead before Johnny had even thought about death. Of course, Jimmy was in his own ways, dangerous as well. Running most negotiations he had good knowledge and contact with high leaders in the underground. One by the name of Lance Masters.
"So as you see, it was all set up by Carlos, I have tried to take him out and it nearly cost me my image among the syndicate." Jack nodded thinking about the links and adding things up. "So Guzman, where can I find him?" Lance stood up and punched his cigar down on the ashtray. "First off, if this is for business, I can give you work. Is that what you want?" Jack smiled, back turned to both Lance and Nick. "Work is not my problem. Its more personal," Jack turned with an angry expression, "Johnny was my father."
End Chapter One
12/16/04
