Gazz arrived on the beach he was tired and the high was wearing off, he needed to lay low to regain his strength and find an exit strategy out of this city, find Daniel if he was still kickin, and get that fucking bitch Playboy. Fortunately for him Bohan was full of crack houses he'd stay low there; he had a few bucks in his wallet that'd buy off any junkie who started to whine.
Gazz walked his way to South Bohan no carjacking no muggings nothing he had to stay low for now. He made his way to one of the tenant buildings and moved to one of the higher floors and just as he planned he paid off some drug whore to get the fuck out and let him stay there and all it cost him was the fifty in his pocket.
The apartment rank of crack, the walls were water stained, and there was a yellow stain on the white carpet that was graying. Gazz muttered, "Home sweet home," As he saw a rat run across the living room floor, "I guess."
Two days later, Gazz was doing much better, he wasn't as sore from his wound but he was starving, the crack head bitch had barely any food in the place when he moved in and he was going to have to make a run out but not until night. He finished installing the tv that he had convinced a crack head to give him for five bucks, at least he'd be able to watch something now, find out what was going on in the city.
He jumped back on the couch spread out his arms and clicked the remote; the station was immediately the news channel. A blonde woman of about 30 spoke, "It has been two days since Notorious Cop killer Sean Washington evaded police after a major shoot out in East Holland. In other news, Trey Stewart better known as Playboy X who is in police custody is on his way to making a full recovery from the vicious shoot out in Middle Park. The reason for the shoot out is unknown at this time but as eyewitness saw Daniel Harrison, Wanted for the murder of a cop, leaving the scene it is believed that he was involved."
Gazz threw the remote across the room breaking it, "Fucking prick, my homie might not have you but I will, you better hide fucker!"
He got up and went to the sink to grab a glass of nasty brownish tap water; he had drunk worse in his life so it was no problem. He chugged it down as he tried to think of where Daniel would be, if he could find him they could get Playboy and then split but for now he had to think of himself and what he needed was some cash, get some supplies together.
As night fell over Liberty, Gazz prepared himself to go out; he was dressed in a grey hoodie stained with ketchup that he had taken out of the closet. He took a deep breath and headed out and incase anything went down he had that gat he had taken from the cop still with him. He wondered down the street, walking past street walkers and junkies looking for a fix, he needed cash and that meant knocking off a dealer.
It wasn't hard for a person in his line of work to spot a dealer, M.O.B member to, he'd get to jack a dealer get some cash and best of all it'd be a M.O.B bitch. Gazz would have had no problem robbing a dealer, but there would be little cash in it for him and he needed a decent roll. So he waited until he saw the runner come and pick up the cash, from their all he had to do was follow the M.O.B bitch wearing a red hat, might have well been a flag, for it was so easy to follow him as he walked all over the hood picking up cash.
After nearly an hour and a half of following the guy, Gazz spotted him going into an apartment building, it would be a perfect time to hit, somewhere where not many people would be around and right before he was going to drop off the money too, of course there was risk but it beat charging into a drug dealer infested apartment with limited ammo.
He entered the building after the bitch and saw him heading up the stair, Gazz quickened his pace if he started running the guy would know what was up but he needed this to happen quick. Fourth floor, the guy started walking down the hall and he was not far behind the moment was know, Gazz pushed his back heel firmly against the ground and then in half a heartbeat released it and burst down the hall, which of course caught the attention of the M.O.B gangster who started to run but it was too late. Gazz jumped in the air and brought his full weight upon the man as he grabbed a hold of him and twisted him to the ground.
Gazz quickly pulled his gun and pressed it against the drug runner's head, "Keep you mouth shut bitch," as he used his free hand to roam the pockets of the dealer until he found the roll of cash. "Thanks for the donation to the Get me out of LC fund, bitch. He raised the gun over his head and quickly smashed it into the back of the runner's head knocking him out.
Gazz stood up and then bolted down the stairs only slowing down once he was safely out of the building. As he walked down the street trying to act casual he counted the money there had to be $1,500 there and that was perfect. His first stop was burger shot to get some real grub in him and then well he needed help but where to go, all of his homies where in the hood and the pigs would be waiting for him there, he would have to go out of his comfort zone on this one and work with someone he didn't know but who.
It was 3 A.M and he was now in his apartment at least his temporary apartment, he was already on his third burger, he had decided not to stay at the restaurant, last thing he wanted to do was get noticed when he was starving. As he took a bit of burger, it came to him that his dead cousin's ex business partner could help him out. He didn't have a clue on how his cousin's associate would react to him but hopefully the fact that his cousin died in a drive by well they were together would mean something. He had only met the gangster once at the funeral for a brief 5 seconds 7 years ago but he remember his cousin going on and on about his homie Ryan Phillips. Gazz grabbed the remnants of his burger and headed out the door, and he hailed a cab, it was a big risk taking a cab but he was smart he wasn't going to have the cabbie drop him off at the club his cousin and Ryan used to work at, he'd walk there but from the looks of it if the Arab driver had told the pigs about him, they probably would have been more interested in interrogating a potential terrorist than finding a cop killer.
Author's Notes: That's the third chapter, I know not a lot of action but I'm going to be trying to add more substance to my stories which means slower plotlines but when the action comes it'll be huge so stay tuned.(Have no clue why I'm compelled to write stay tuned figuring this is a story.)