An American Crime Saga: Part Five
So, welcome to the fifth and final part to the series! So, let's get right on down to chapter one! Oh, and REVIEW.
Chapter One:
"So, I suppose this is where our little adventure together ends, huh?" Jimmy turned to the gang of ex-con's he had escaped with. He had mixed feelings. As eager as he was to get going and avenge the life he once had, he was going to feel something missing.
"Yeah, guess so." Kenny replied, looking at the ground.
"Hey, you know what? Why don't we just go with Jimmy? He needs some extra god-damn muscle! We know people! Hell, he probably couldn't even do it without us?!" Ace started looking around at the guys. The Garcia's soon joined in, as did Kenny. Wild looked around and did the same.
"So, what do you say, Jimmy?" Kenny asked.
Jimmy thought for a few moments. They had some strong points. They knew people, and they could get information, weapons, and more. They would be loyal, and were probably much more experienced in the way of crime and getting to these kinds of people.
"Look, this is my personal problem. These guys took my life away! I thank you for getting me out of jail, but I've lost too much from these men to let anybody else pull the trigger." Jimmy finally said.
"Jimmy, we ain't talkin' bout pulling the trigger on one of them! All we are saying is, we know people who can get you there! I mean, do you really thing you can just storm into Castillo's mansion and shoot the bastard?! You need your own group of guys to watch your ass for ya!" Wild added.
"I still would prefer to make my own decisions." Jimmy turned away.
"You know, I happen to have information on Salvador's dealers. I could get you the information necessary to get to him. Face it, you need your own guys." Ray Garcia brought an unknown piece of info onto the table.
"What can you do about Lazanno? What about West? Castillo is not the only guy I'm after!"
"C'mon Jimmy! You know my brother lives up in Queens! He'll get you to Lazanno. As for the detective, he lives here in California, right? Now, I don't know about you, but I can drive, and it is very possible to drive down there any day! So, what do you say?" Kenny made the final point.
Jimmy stood in deep thought for a moment. He knew that he would be one against possibly thousands. There were the Red Cats, the Italian Mafia, and the Retroville Police Department all up against him. If there was a one in a thousand chance of him succeeding in the first place, it would be stretched into a one in 900 if these men were at his side.
"Fine. Let's go get to Castillo." Jimmy spoke at last.
"Adda'boy, Jimmy! Let's get down to Retroville now, see Raul Cortez." Ray laughed.
"Raul Cortez?" Jimmy asked.
"He does work for Castillo. If there is anything going down at the mansion, he knows about it." Carlos answered.
"Hey fella's, it probably ain't a good idea to go around the city dressed as prison guards." Ace budded in.
"Yeah, is there a J.C Penny 'round here?" Kenny laughed.
"I have an idea. Drive down to East Retroville and visit 1440 Park Street." Jimmy said.
"Who lives there?" asked Carlos Garcia.
"I did."
Cindy's car pulled into Sheen's driveway and came to a stop. Out came Cindy, with dried tears on her cheeks. She walked slowly into the house and collapsed onto the couch.
She drove all the way up t California State Prison and only got the bad news out. Well, the for-sure bad news. Now she would not be able to tell Jimmy's reaction until she visited again, but when would that be? She had other immediate concerns.
She couldn't just go on living in Sheen's messy, single-floored home. She needed a house again. She needed a place to raise a child. But something occurred to her that heightened her spirits. What had Jimmy said? "I'm gonna get out of here, Cindy. I'm going to make things right again! I promise!", he had yelled as he was pulled away from the visiting room.
However, she didn't get her hopes up. How could Jimmy escape one of the most respected prisons in the entire western United States! She tried to put it behind her, and so she went to grab a newspaper and look for a home.
"Listen! I have a big thing going on with Castillo! I'm trying to get into his inner circle and find out some god damn information about the gang war!" Detective West yelled into his cell phone outside Castillo's mansion.
"Yeah, but why do you need two police cars?" Jack, the chief of he Retroville police asked.
"I need to cars accompanying Castillo's shipment tonight! Look, I'm undercover right now, I just need you to do this one thing, please!"
"If you are undercover, than why do you want police cars with the shipment! If you are supposed to be with them, than why would you want the cops there?! It doesn't make sense!"
West rolled him eyes and mouthed a curse word. Just then, he had an idea and pulled of the highway he was driving on.
"Just do the damn thing, Jack! You are supposed to be 100 support on my end! Now when I say I need two cars, you don't ask god damn questions! You got it?!"
"Don't ask questions?! Have you forgotten that I am your direct superior! I am the head of this police department that you work for! You work for me, not the other way around!"
Detective West spun through turn after turn on the curving roads ahead. In the distance, a building was visible just a few streets up. On it read, "Retroville Police Department". West popped open the glove compartment and grabbed a long black piece of steel wit openings on each end. Holding the phone with his shoulder to his ear and steering the car with his knees, West pulled out his pistol and screwed the piece onto the pistol's head.
"Listen Jack, if it weren't for you, I would be chief of police! I'm next in line! I am the future!" West pulled into the parking lot out front of the building and walked in, phone in one hand and pistol in the other.
"The future?! Our discussion concerns the present, and I'm the present! Like it or not, Troy, this is my, ugh...!" Jack dropped the phone and fell back in his chair, bullet in his forehead and all.
"Sorry, Jack. I've gotta hang up!" West laughed as he stood above his old boss' corpse. He walked behind the huge desk and pressed the button labeled "call" on the speaker.
"Yes, Jack?" the female voice on the other line asked.
"Hi, Kathy. Jack is going to be out sick for a long time, so spread the word 'round. Detective Troy West is the new acting chief of police. Oh, and I want two cars at North-Retroville Plaza by seven 'o clock tonight." West laid his feet on his new desk as he spoke.
"Umm.. okay Troy." Kathy replied. West laughed and pressed the button again.
"Yes?" Kathy asked, annoyed.
"Please, call me by my proper name."
"Alright. Right away, Chief West!"
"Good job!" West chuckled once more. He set his feet down, and they hit against the body beside it, "Yeah, I might have to do something about the body..."
Dete... I mean Chief West pushed the body out of the office window, which was luckily on the first floor, and followed. He looked around, and dragged the body around to his car. One big lift left Jack's body in the trunk of Troy West.
And nobody even heard the shot.
How was it? Chapter two will be up soon, so be on the lookout as always! P.S: REVIEW!!!