Chapter 10: How The Story Goes
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Nathan and Drake were both the first ones to leave the hideout. Nathan hopped on his Dinka Double-T and Drake road backseat, Eagle loaded and ready. Noah was riding shotgun in, Aaron's truck, while Emory rode in the back.
April kept in touch, via headset, and kept track of everything through traffic cams and GPS.
"April, where are we going?" Noah shouted through his mic.
"You are going down to, Grape Seed." She informed everyone. "Into the forest region in the north."
"I hope we don't run into anymore cannibals on the way over." Aaron chuckled while fumbling to grab his 9mill from his glove compartment.
"Ha, ha, ha…" April laughed sarcastically before explaining the situation. "I picked her trail. She has six bikers and a van after her."
"Is what's her face with her that biker chick?" Noah asked.
"Carly, I didn't see her."
"Shit, well, I guess her flunkies will have to do." Noah grunted while holding onto his car door as Aaron took a sharp turn.
"What were you hoping to gain if she was there?" Emory shouted from the back. It was hard for him to hear since Aaron's truck had no roof.
"I don't know, leverage against, Doug." Noah shrugged. "It doesn't matter let's just make sure they don't get, Nikki."
Nathan drove through Grape Seed at the speed of light and into the forest surrounding the small town. As he drove, he could hear the faint sounds of gunfire off in the distance. He followed the sounds that led them deep into the woods and to Nikki, who was firing her machine pistol at the bikers.
"C'mon, Darling!" One of the bikers shouted. "We are here to get you alive, if it ain't us, it'll be someone else."
She responded with a barrage of bullets from her pistol, keeping the bikers at bay, but in doing so, she had just wasted her last clip. She peeked up from her cover and saw at least ten bikers surrounding her.
"Shit," She snapped before ducking down further into her cover. She feared for the worse when she heard another bike engine echoing throughout the woods. She noticed that this one sounded much different than the other bikes, more high pitched than the deep rumbling of the others. Suddenly, gunfire started going off. "What the hell?"
She looked up from her cover once more, and to her surprise, Nathan and Drake were both shooting at the bikers from an expensive looking sports bike. Soon after, a few men on a truck drove in and laid down some covering fire as well.
Noah aimed his combat pistol at one of the biker's gas tank and fired a few rounds at it, causing the bike to explode, taking a few bikers with it.
Aaron drove his truck straight into a nearby biker, while Emory put two more down with his revolver.
Drake ran out of bullets for his eagle, so he switched to his tomahawk. One of the few remaining bikers was trying to reload his AK-47, so he raised his weapon behind his back and threw it across the field and into the man's chest.
He fell, leaving the remaining two to surrender. Nathan reloaded his combat pistol and aimed it at one of them.
"Why did Freddy want her?" He said in a demanding tone. The biker answered his question by spitting on his shoe. Nathan pulled the trigger and the last remaining biker yelped when he saw his friend's brains splatter all over the dirt. Nathan aimed the gun at the last man. "Go ahead, piss me off."
"I-I don't know," He stammered. "But, Carly, she said it was something to do with leverage. It was mostly for some guy named Doug."
"Of course," Noah chuckled. Nathan looked over at his friend, expecting an answer. "Your boy Freddy told Doug, so he could get leverage on you, just in case you decided to get rebellious."
"We should smoke him now." Nathan demanded. Noah shook his head.
"We do that and we'll have the I.A.A and Merry Weather on our doorstep." Noah nodded his head at the biker. "Kill him, that will make you feel better."
"Wai-" His final words were silenced by the bullet from Nathan's gun.
Nathan looked over at Nikki and smiled. Not knowing what to say, he chose to say what came naturally.
"Hey, long time, no see." He chuckled with his arms held open for a welcoming embrace. Nikki slowly approached him and embraced him with the back of her hand across his face. Everyone watching broke out in either laughter or painful expressions as Nathan staggered back.
"Long time, no see?" She repeated bitterly. "I wake up from a coma and find out that your folks are dead, you're both gone and get chased by bikers looking for you?" She started swinging her fists into her cousin's shoulder.
"What the hell are you hitting me for?" He shouted at her while blocking her attacks.
"I thought you were dead, Nathan!" She shouted while her fists pounded into his shoulder.
"I screwed up," He shouted back. "Drake and I had to get out of town and we didn't have time to linger. So we packed up and shoved off to Blaine County."
"Why the hell didn't you come after me?" She asked, she was breathing heavily after her pounding into Nathan. "Why the hell didn't you ever call me?"
"I had to lay low, Nikki. Otherwise the damn cops would have me hauled off to jail, or just kill me, whichever would work better." He shrugged. She calmed down a bit allowing her cousin to step closer to her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her.
"Oh I am great, especially after being shot at by a bunch of fucking bikers for no reason." She looked over at the rest of the crew. "Who are they?"
"It's a long story." He stated. "Look, we have gotten into some trouble, but we may have a solution as well and you are a part of it." He placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him and smiled. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around her cousin's waist and hugged him tight.
Nathan returned the gesture while the remaining three were starting to feel awkward. Noah clapped his hands together and he started to lay out a plan.
"So, I can only assume those two will be riding together, so Drake you will ride with us in Aaron's truck." He explained. "Emory, I want you to take that van back to your workshop and fix it up as best as you can. We may need this van in the long run."
"You got it." Emory said before stepping in the driver's seat of the van and taking off to his workshop. Drake joined Noah in Aaron's truck and they were followed by Nathan and Nikki.
Nathan gave his cousin her helmet before revving his bike and taking off out of the forest. He smiled when he felt his cousin's arm wrapped tight around his waist. Despite all the bullshit that was going on with his life, this was the happiest moment of his life.
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The group had returned to Drake's bar and to Noah's misfortune Douglas and Darius were both waiting for them. Noah let out a few curse words and turned to Drake who had the same expression on his face.
"You have to keep your friend from tearing apart these two while I get rid of them." Noah said as he quickly stormed out of the truck. The two approached him with smug grins on their faces. It took every fiber of his being not to shoot them.
"Hey buddy, you miss us?" Douglas snickered.
"What the hell are you assholes doing here?" Noah growled at the two. Douglas held up his hands defensively.
"Hey, hey, hey…no need for the hostility." Doug motioned to Darius. "Unless you want my friend here to send a team of mercenaries to your mom's house."
"Fuck you, Doug." Aaron snapped from behind Noah. "You and your stupid ass friend here need us, not the other way around."
"Really, first my dumbass friend is giving me lip, now I got this white trash hick." Doug said, sarcastically appalled.
Aaron went to reach for his pistol, but Darius had already drawn his desert eagle. The large barrel was pointed at his head. Nathan and Nikki quickly pulled up to the bar and drew their handguns instantly. Douglas casually pulled his SNS pistol and aimed it at Noah.
"Noah, you and I both know how this is gonna end." Douglas cleared his throat. "I kill you and your story ends here or you kill me and my associates kill all of you and or send you all to prison. Either way, I win."
Noah let out a deep throaty growl before holstering his gun. Douglas smiled and did the same.
"Now, here is what is going on and what we need help with." He started. "My associates and I are currently under a lot of bullshit at the moment and we are hoping that with your help we can dig ourselves out." That's when Darius stepped in.
"You see, some of the active gangs have been flying under the radar lately. So, what we need is for you to kick that hornets' nest. The city is under the threat of a gang war, Douglas calls in a favor from yours truly and my boys go in and save the day."
The gang looked at them like they were insane.
"You mean all of this is just to make yourselves look good?" Drake asked skeptically. "It seems like a huge risk for little reward. Won't your superiors think it is a little odd that right when a gang war starts you just happen to get ahold of Merry Weather, a mercenary group that has been prohibited from working on American soil."
"That's not your problem, your problem is this." Douglas goes to the trunk of his car and pulled out an evidence bag with a handgun in it.
"This gun was used in the death of a Baller gang leader yesterday morning." He explained before tossing it to Noah. "I need you guys to go to the Vago's hangout and plant this gun in a stash they are planning to sell to the Ballas. This will be the spark that starts the gang war."
Noah held up the bag and examined the gun inside. It was a gold plated Wide Body 1911. This was fitted with a silencer and an extended mag. Noah shook his head.
"I take it the, Vagos, had nothing to do with this man's death." Drake asked.
"Well, no, but my associate, Jorge Marcos saw the whole thing." Douglas smirked with a tap on his nose. Noah rolled his eyes. I guess that explains what was his that envelope earlier today. "And the remaining Baller saw the handgun that was used."
"How do we do that?" Noah asked.
"I don't know you figure it out, jackass." Douglas said.
"You realize that this won't grant Merry Weather the authority to work in America, jackass." Nathan retorted.
"Your friend, Fredrick will be the grease on those wheels. He hears shooting, they show up, get pinned down and a few of Darius's friends, who are former Merry Weather, swoop in and save the day."
"How does that benefit you?" Noah asked.
"Not your problem, your problem is getting that gun into the Balla's hangout." He turned to Darius and nodded over to his car. His large friend nodded back and followed him. He stopped at the passenger seat door and turned to look back at the gang.
"Oh, Aaron," He called out to the cowboy. "I would stay out of L.S. for a while. Mr. Carmichael knows you are here and he has been itching to find you. He won't even listen to us whenever your name comes up. All he ever talks about is ripping your balls off with his bare hands."
"Fuck." Aaron snapped as the two corrupt officials drove off back to L.S.
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Inside the bar, with the rest of the crew, everyone had a beer in their hands as they talked about the events that had happen today. They talked about how they saved Nikki and how Douglas gave them their job. This made everyone feel like shit.
They had signed up for doing some risky stuff, but setting up two gangs to be fall guys was something that left an empty pit in their stomachs. Then there were all these other lunatics surrounding them. There was the homicidal hitman, the corrupt cop, the heart broken biker girl and the ball-less dirty cop. Top that off with a backstabbing agent and his nutty ass mercenary friend and this gang was pretty much fucked.
Drake stood behind his bar and held his homemade tomahawk in his hand. He never did like being the stereotypical Native American, but he always did like this style of weaponry. It was a weapon of an honorable warrior who respected the land and its inhabitant. Douglas and Darius were greedy bastards taking what they wanted and how ever they wanted.
"Noah." Drake called out to his friend who was currently faced down on the bar's countertop. He was so pissed after being strong armed by Douglas. He stormed right into the bar and started pounding moonshine until he passed out. Drake shook his head and slammed his hand on the bar. "Noah!"
"What!" He groaned drunk and annoyed. He didn't turn to face anyone.
"I need to know how this is going to end. I think we all do." Drake said in a demanding tone. Everyone who was sitting around the bar started to get up from their chairs and gather around their leader. "This man is going strong arm us into doing his errands until he and his friends are back on top. We need to know how this will work for us."
"He's right," Aaron said. "You promised us the world, but here we are still fighting to survive."
"What's going to happen, Noah?" Melena asked. Noah looked at all of them and slammed one more shot before turning in his stool to face everyone.
"Here is what is going to happen," He cleared his throat. "We do these odd-jobs for him and he and his boys rule the city by making everyone think they are heroes. They get back on top and they leave us the hell alone, for a fee, and that will be that."
"Really?" Jackie asked optimistically.
"Hell no!" Noah shouted. "That's how he thinks we expect it to end, but here is how the story goes. When we are done with these jobs, he'll bleed us dry of whatever money we have earned, hell he will kill me right after I give it to him. Then you guys will either get killed or arrested after he's dealt with me, the Ballas, the Vagos and whatever other gang he screws over next. I hate to break it to you, but you will be lucky if you make it to prison, but even if you do manage to avoid getting killed you will likely get killed in prison by either Douglas or one of our many rivals. Then from there he will screw over the boys he knows he can't fully trust like Carmichael, Jorge Marcos and Caroline. The more crooks he puts down, the better his career looks with a lack of rivals and witnesses. By the time the final nail goes in our coffin, that is if we aren't just tossed in a ditch somewhere, your friend Freddy will be the chief of police and Darius will lead Merry Weather back into America's good graces."
"What about your friend, Doug?" Nathan asked.
"I.A.A. Director." He groaned. "He will probably get an office decorated with a stone waterfall and marble walls and all that other shit. Then in the long run Darius will be the secretary of defense, Freddy will be elected mayor and with all of his back channels that will make our stock market rinse look like peanuts, Douglas will have more than enough money to build a fucking mansion on an island he most likely owns and spend his sunset years living the life I promised you guys. They will be remembered for being heroes and we will be forgotten forever. And that will be that."
"Jesus…" Colvin said. "So, what's our move?"
Noah didn't know what to say. He could lie to them, but he promised himself he wouldn't do that to them. Suddenly, they all jumped when Drake had slammed his tomahawk into the pillar next to his bar.
"What the hell man?" Jackie asked.
"This crooked bastard wants a war then we will give him one." Drake explained. He looked over at Noah. "You said you wanted to be a leader then be a leader otherwise get the hell out of my bar and deal with this shit yourself." Noah still didn't feel that fire inside of his belly.
"You know this guy and how he thinks this will play out for him now make it play out in our benefits."
"Okay, first thing is first, we do this fucking job for them and let them have their war." Noah said with the authority of a leader. "After that we started to pick away at bother Freddy and Caroline."
"Why them?" Nathan groaned.
"If he is as much of an ego maniac as you said he is, he will most likely give you shit for saving your cousin, then there is Caroline and she will most likely want blood for those bikers we killed."
"Pick them off one by one, smart." Emory complimented.
"Yes, but we still need to get ahold of that evidence Douglas has on us. I still have to figure out where he keeps it, for all I know he could have it in a box buried in the desert."
"Well, let's just do what we can for now and go from there." Drake said.
"You guys, I want you to know right here and right now that I will not let Douglas have his way. That goes double for his bitches. I failed my last crew, I am not going to fail you, promise."
"And we won't let him take anymore away from you," Nathan smiled at his leader. "Promise."