DM149: Sorry I left you on a cliff-hangar for this one.

I loaded a single shell in the bottom of the SAS-12.

"Would you drive straight? I can't get a bead!"Dimitri shouted from the shotgun seat. He fired off two shots at the cop car behind us.

"I AM driving straight! YOU shoot straight!" Murray defended himself from the driver's seat.

"Murray you crazy bastard!" Dimitri yelled at him before turning his attention back to the cops.

I loaded another shell.

"Hey! Hey these are Eddy Shrote's boys!" Dimitri yelled. I took a look behind us to see if he was right. Eddy Shrote was a high-ranking cop in NY that apparently Paulie had convinced to be on his pay-roll. Now with money in his pocket, Shrote commands his men to overlook and sometimes assist in Paulie's operations. If HE was trying to kill us, that definitely meant Paulie was pissed.

"Why the hell are they shootin at us?!" Murray asked. "Fuck em! Paulies gonna go apeshit on us anyway so keep shootin!" he answered himself before he took out a pistol himself and blind-fired a few shots himself. The bullets whizzed past my ears towards the police officers who were doomed the minute they tried to mess with us.

I loaded a third shot.

I heard a violent screech followed by a hair-raising crash and explosion. "Ooh! Sorry bout that officer!"Dimitiri yelled back at them before he continued firing off shots at them.

I loaded a fourth shell.

A cop van seemed to come out of nowhere on our right side. Dimitri tried to pound it with bullets by leaning a little too far off of the edge. The cop was apparently pretty smart cause he rammed into our car and that sent Dimitri over the edge, barely hanging there.

"OH, FUCK ME!" He screamed loudly. He probably could have made it up just fine if not for the truck in front of us that Murray barly dodged but as for Dimitri, well…. Let's just say that there was blood, lots of it. And my friend's body was now missing a head.

"Oh shit!" Murray yelled as he saw Dimitri's lifeless, headless body hanging over the side of the car. "Sly get the hell up here! I can't shake this guy!" I loaded a final shot before pumping the gun and climbing over the seat into the front. I used my foot to kick my friend's decapitated body off of the car. I know, not the most respectful thing to do but sacrifices must be made.

I sat myself down just as a car with a blown out front wheel slid in front of us and flipped over causing it to catapult into the air. Murray saw the opportunity cause he drove straight under it. "That was for my buddy Dimitri asswipe!" he yelled at the destroyed car that was now behind us. I threw up my hood and lifted my shotgun.

I aimed at the window of the van beside us. The German shepard in the driver's seat took one look at me and tried to duck the shot. He was too slow.

I turned my attention back in front of us and pumped the SAS once more, readying it to fire another shot. I noticed the sudden drop in the sound of sirens chasing us. I looked behind us to see the two crashed cars blocking their way into following us.

"Looks like we lost em Sly. But don't but that gun away; there'll be plenty of those Irish boys at the construction site." Murray said as we drove straight through a 'Do Not Cross' barrier into the site.

I spied a cat in a green jumpsuit and yellow safety helmet just barely turning around in time to have about 12 lead pellets embedded in his torso. I cock the shotgun as we turned the corner to meet some more workers, all of which pulled a gun out of their pockets. One of which got run over and stuck to our hood. He got up and aimed his gun at Murray's head just as I aimed mine at his. I pulled the trigger and his face got blown off and his body went limp.

A quick turn got the body off the hood. We sped along the straight away, noticing quite a lot of construction men all pulling guns on us. Apparently, if the foremen knew he owed Paulie money, he must of equipped his men with pistols. I fired off the last two shots, hoping they hit. Murray was speeding along too fast for me to get a proper bead.

"I'm out!" I yelled. Murray didn't even hear me; his eyes seemed to be transfixed on the road in front of him. He was panting loudly and had a strange worried look on his face. He was starting to scare ME.

"Murray!" I shook him. "You ok buddy?!" I asked him. His hand shot up and clenched mine to his shoulder. He squeezed so hard it was actually starting to hurt. "Sorry Sly It has to go this way." He said in montone voice. His eyes never left the road.

All of a sudden, I felt the car leave the ground. I looked out and realized we had just hit a jump that propelled us towards a wall. We crashed loudly, and it went black.

You think that was the first time I died? HA! It takes a lot more than that to get a Cooper down.

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