Niko was pissed. He was completely silent as he drove back to his apartment. Jacob had managed to pull Johnny out and had taken him to the hospital. Niko at least owed Johnny that much, seeing as he did think to call and show him this Dominican guy that had fucked them over before. But Johnny had been hurt badly, the explosion had nearly killed him. At least Jacob had pulled him out before the garage collapsed. He had given Niko the number of his friend, Angus, and told him to call him. Niko pulled into his parking spot, pondering the number that was dimly glowing on his cell phone, before deciding he would call him. The phone rung twice before a man answered.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hey Mr. Martin? Johnny gave me your number, he told me to call..."

"Johnny's okay? He got out in time?"

"Yeah, he was in rough shape, but he's at the hospital. So, about this phone call..."

"Oh yeah, we need some help! We need to find out who's been stealing our bikes, killing our boys, and who blew up our garage! Think you can help?"

Niko was very displeased. He did not want to be dragged into this, but this Dominican... He had dealt with him in the past, and it was very mysterious, that after a whole 11 years this man was in his life again, just as mysterious as before.

"I'll help you find out who it was. But I cannot kill them, or get dragged into a war," Niko said slowly, making sure the biker knew that he would not do this business.

"I understand man. Try tracking that golden chopper that was on the news. Shouldn't be to hard."

"Shit, I suppose not. I've got to go."

Niko hung up the phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he found out who he was looking for. If there was anyone who knew this city, it was Packie Mcreary.

Johnny lay in the hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his left arm. It had been burned pretty badly, and he winced in pain as he rolled over to grab the wires that were pumping medicine into his right arm. He tore the IV out of his arm and the machine began to beep. He got up and strapped on his boots, then put on his leather jacket. He walked into the hall as a nurse was coming fast to his room. The nurse tried to tell him to go back to bed, but he just kept walking, right out of the hospital. He whistled to a cab and told him to head to Boyden Avenue in Alderney.

The drive was relatively short. Police cars were parked in front of the broken down garage. Johnny could see his bike. A couple of cops were inspecting it. He walked through the barricades unnoticed, at least until he reached his bike.

"Mind if I borrow that?" he said to one cop, who jumped in surprise.

"This is police evidence sir. Back off!" the cop said, turning back to the bike.

Johnny chuckled and placed a hand on the cop's shoulder, causing him to turn, looking fairly annoyed.

"Sorry man, but this ain't shit to the police. That's my bike," he said.

The cop turned, his face furious. He obviously didn't like being argued with.

"I've heard of you one percenters. Hey, just one less of these greasy pieces of shit on the street-"

Johnny cut the cop off.

"You fucked with the wrong bike man."

He punched the cop square in the face, feeling the man's nose break and blood flowed out. The cop howled in pain and fell backwards, while his buddy drew a pistol. Johnny quickly kicked his wrist, sending the gun flying, then grabbed his arm and twisted, breaking it with a snap. He jumped on his bike as cops began to poor out from around the building. He revved the engine and took off, laughing and giving them the finger as he roared down the street. It was time for some vengeance, and that meant beating the hell out of the Angels of Death, at least until Niko could find out who had really fucked with them.

Luis sat in a golden leather chair in Yusuf's apartment. Yusuf was pacing.

"I think those Lost guys will fall apart now. That was their only garage. We have a bigger problem nigga!"

Luis rolled his eyes at Yusuf's choice of word.

"What is it bro?"

"The fucking Angels of Death! They're huge, and we need to teach them a lesson! We'll blow up all their shit! Yeah!" Yusuf said, heaving in excitement, grinning widely.

"Yusuf, just tell me where these guys are. I'll go mess up some bikes and shit, tell em to back off. If they don't, we can launch a full scale attack against them. You'll see, we'll get it done."

Yusuf nodded.

"Yeah, shit man, that's cool. Head over to that Burger Shot in Dukes. They hang around there alot."

Luis nodded and left.

Outside, he got in his green Bullet GT, and sped off towards Dukes. He reached the Burger Shot within the hour. The AOD were definetely active here. He could see them exchanging little bags of coke, smoking joints in small groups, and their bikes were all parked, neat and shiny, near the sidewalk, about twenty of them. Luis got out of his car, holding a baseball bat in one hand, a knife in the other. A few of the bikers turned and laughed loudly. One particularly fat, bearded man stepped foward.

"What are those for pretty boy?" he chuckled, eyeing the weapons.

"For this asshole," Luis said, swinging the bat with all his might against a green Lycan bike's headlight, smashing it to pieces.

All of the bikers suddenly began to yell, drawing knives and pistols.

"What the fuck you think you're doing pretty boy?" the fat biker said angrily, waving a shotgun at Luis.

"Telling you all to fuck off. Don't make me kill you guys," he said, taking the knife and slashing another bike's brake cord.

The bikers were extremely pissed, advancing on Luis. The fat one raised the shotgun to Luis's chest. Luis just laughed and lunged forward, twisting the biker around and holding him in front as a human shield. The man quickly began to cower, begging his hesitating brothers not to shoot. Luis laughed and pulled the trigger of the shotgun, blasting a biker back in a spray of blood. The rest quickly began to fire, pelting the screaming leader of the group with bullets, none of which passed through him. After nearly thirty shots, Luis threw the dead and useless meat shield forward, then reached for his own weapon hidden in his jacket, a Golden Uzi. He sprayed an entire clip at the fleeing bikers. The rest made for their bikes, revving them and racing away. Luis shot as many as he could, leaving only around seven of the twenty bikers alive.

"Tell the rest that if you keep up your business in LC, that there's a lot more were that came from you greasy fucks!" Luis yelled.

He glanced around at the scene. Bodies littered the street. Some of the men were moving about, heavily injured and bleeding, but not dead. Luis drew his 44. Magnum and went to the living, executing each with a point blank shot to the head. He got in his car just as red and blue lights began to fly down the highway towards the scene. He sped off as the sirens grew louder, revelling in his victory.

A/n: It's been a bit, but here's the next chapter. Hope this is a good story, reviews are welcome!