Mayhem in Miami Conclusion

Written by Poseidon Productions

Frank was back in New York City, the jungle he knew. After Badman got killed, Miami PD, the SWAT Teams that volunteered to help them and the Florida National Guard swooped in on remaining Yardie groups and businesses, either arresting or killing the remaining gangsters. They effectively destroyed Badman's criminal kingdom. Frank and Domino stayed for a bit longer, taking out particular hard ass groups. After the Yardies were declared defeated, Domino disappeared.

She left a note back at the gas station base, telling Frank that it was a pleasure to work with him and hoped they would meet again someday. She did the cliché kiss with paper with lipstick thing, it actually made him crack a rare grin. After reading the note, Frank packed up and headed back to New York City.

Good thing he returned, things seemed to have gotten bad while he was away. The NYC criminal underworld went into overdrive after they figured out he went down south, crime went up sharply. That was the problem with Frank's war, if he stayed in one city, crime went down but another city had to suffer. Frank simply shook those thoughts out of his mind, he needed to focus on the mission on hand. Frank was scoping out Brighton Beach, an area know to be a hot spot for the Russian Mafia or Bratva.

Because of Frank's departure, the Russians flooded the streets with guns, being their main source of income. It seemed that Frank stopping the CSC gun running op made a vacuum for high end military firearms and the Zaretsky Bratva wanted to fill the void. Frank managed to track down Fedor Zaleski, the Zaretsky brothers middle man when it came to their weapon dealings. The man is a skinny, greasy bastard with long hair going down by his neck. He was standing by a van with four of his body guards, they are armed with silenced 9mm Vz. 68 sub-machine guns. Fedor was armed with a soviet made Makarov chambered in 9×18mm.

With them, a couple of men who seemed to be speaking in a Turkish language, Frank pegged them as Azerbaijans. The Azerbaijans are a big force for the Russians and supplied them with the majority of drugs in both Russia and America. They were armed with full size 9mm Uzi sub-machine guns. Frank could see them all from the safety of his perch on a building with his binouclars. The Azerbaijans held out a suit case, opened it up and revealed the money needed to complete the trade.

Fedor nodded his head and clicked his fingers, signaling his men to show the goods. The men opened the back of the truck, showing the contents of the van. Several AK-74's were in the back, plus some ammo and Russian made accessories like Korba red dot sights and GP30 grenade launchers. That's all Frank needed to see, taking out a M249 light machine gun with a M203 grenade launcher on it and aiming it at the group of criminals. Frank took a few deep breaths before opening fire on the group.

The 5.56mm armor piercing rounds tore through Fedor chest like warm butter, his chest bleeding profusely. Next, Frank strafed the area and hit all of the Russian body guards, two met similar ends like Fedor, one head exploded in a gory mess, and the last one took multiple rounds to the gut. Frank switched up and fired his M203 at the van, firing a HEDP(High Explosive Dual Purpose) round. The round struck the van, making it explode and took the Russian weapons with it.

The shrapnel from the grenade and the car took care of the Azerbaijans, causing deadly and horrific wounds. Yet again Frank had caused massive carnage in less than thirty seconds. He just announced his return to New York City.

Miami, Florida

One Month Later

Kenny Parlov was home, resting after his harrowing experience with the massive shoot out with the Yardies. It had been confirmed that Badman was dead and had been identified as a former Jamaican Defense Force Sargent. For Kenny, he was sent on early retirement from his injuries, but the MDPD gave him his pension for good service rendered. Now he could spend time with his wife and kids, enjoying what he has. He decided to tell his wife the truth of what happened, Frank calling him, Rodriguez allowing him to run free and the female mercenary the governor hired. She was surprised what she heard, also a little angry that she was kept int the dark about Frank. But after the raid on SRT headquarters and Kenny's injuries, she agreed with what Frank and the mercenary did.

Kenny was sitting in the living room watching cartoons with his children when the doorbell rang. Helena walked up to the door and answered it. A minute later she came into the living room with a box in her hands.

"What's that mommy?" Kenny's daughter Anne asked.

"I don't know sweetheart," Helena said, "But it's addressed to me and daddy."

There was a card attached to it, it read "Thanks for being there for me, won't be needing these anymore."

Helena opened the box and saw two necklaces in them. Kenny picked the first one up, it was a set of dog tags. Kenny looked at them and realized they're Frank's old ones, the ones given to them during their days in the Marines. Helena picked up the other necklace, which was gold and had a crucifix on it. Tears ran down Helena's face as she recognized the necklace. It once belonged to Maria Castle, Frank's dead wife. It seemed Frank decided to pass these along to them as thanks.

Kenny went up to his wife and let her cry softly on his shoulder, the memories of her dead friend flooding her mind. All Kenny could do is think about his friend, who was probably sitting in some abandoned building or some other hellhole, cleaning his weapons for his next assault.

But Kenny knew that was the choice Frank made, to punish evil until he couldn't do it anymore or died fighting the evil that claimed his family.