11
Mr. Wong (Part 1)
Jason got out of the new SUV he borrowed from Mitchell the night before. The morning air was brisk and out of place for the usually mind weather of Stillwater. There was a light fog on the Pacific where Jason was looking out. In front of the SUV was a small set of stairs leading down to a dock where a black boat was docked. As Jason had pulled up to the dock, Agent Dale stepped out up and onto ground level. Below on the deck was a small black motorboat.
Agent Dale was wearing his long black trench coat. Jason walked up to him and he said,
"How are you holding up?" Jason didn't respond. He walked to the trunk of the SUV and opened the door. Agent Dale followed and stood by him. In the trunk was Kerry's body. There was a blanket from Jason's apartment over her to cover her. Agent Dale lifted the blanket and saw the face of the dead agent. Jason looked away fighting the tears back. Agent Dale didn't respond much. He nodded with a semi-sad look on his face. He didn't need to say anything. Jason and him grabbed the body and brought it down to the boat.
As they loaded Kerry onto the boat, Jason started to have flashbacks of his history with Kerry. They had met the first week of the academy. They immediately became friends and never thought about getting into a serious relationship, but Kerry was one of the greatest friends Jason had had. He remembered birthday parties and Kerry would always be there. And then he remembered the last words he said to her.
"Meet me back at the apartment."
Jason considered the words as a death consent. He had sent her to her death.
It was almost like Agent Dale had read his mind.
"This wasn't your fault." He said. The words were meaningless to Jason. The night before he had called Director Foreman and told him about the events that had occurred the night before. He directed him to Agent Dale who Jason had only met once.
Jason finally stood up and walked up back toward the SUV. Agent Dale followed. When he reached the car, Jason turned to Agent Dale.
"You gotta find that mole." He said solemnly. Agent Dale nodded and said,
"Yes and I'm doing my best…" Jason interrupted him,
"Well your best isn't good enough now. This mole is not only working with the Carneles but the Vice Kings as well."
"Why do you think that?" Agent Dale asked. He shouldn't have asked it. Jason exploded.
"The fucker who killed her knows my name! He knows where I live! Now unless the Saints are feeding information that I'm a FBI agent it's one of the agents on the team. Now plug this leak before this bastard starts talking to the Saints and I'm totally screwed."
Agent Dale wasn't affected by the outburst. He kept the same solemn look.
"We are going to find this mole Jason. You're going to get out of there, but this takes time." Jason was about to burst out another time but he took a deep breath.
"Just get it done." He said quietly, almost a whisper. He then turned and got into the SUV.
Lin awoke in the Silk sheets of the Price mansion once again. She was completely naked and her hair was down. She recalled what had happened last night and she sighed in what she was making herself do to stay undercover with these assholes. She didn't hear anything in the mansion. She lay there for a while. Though she hated sleeping with Joseph Price to get in deeper with him, she enjoyed the perks of the job. Living in the Price mansion. Driving the fastest Lamborghini in Stillwater. It was things like that that made this job just a little easier. She finally sat up and got out of the bed. Price had encouraged her to walk around without any clothes but Lin politely declined that offer. While most of the time there was nobody in the house, there were always the guards outside the house who wanted a look at her body. She walked to the closet and grabbed a silk navy blue robe. She wrapped herself in it and walked down stairs.
The house was almost too quiet for Lin. She walked over to the living room and turned on the stereo. She turned it to the Hip-hop station. The voice of Aisha blasted throughout the mansion. Lin sighed in frustration. Back in the Row, Aisha was the only thing the men there would talk about. Now Lin wasn't the biggest fan of men parading over her like they did to Aisha but the little bitch took it all in and bragged about it to every girl in the gang. Here Lin was being paraded around but she had the liberty to turn them down. She enjoyed that.
She turned the radio off and went to the kitchen. She went straight to the refrigerator. She grabbed the jug of orange juice. She grabbed a cup and started to pour it. Suddenly she heard the front door open. She froze for a moment. Nobody came in through the front door with the exception of Coffman and anyone Price let in himself. Lin for a precaution reached for a sharp knife on the counter. She then made sure she was fully covered. She slowly made her way toward the living room. Suddenly she saw someone come into the living room. Before the person saw Lin, she pressed herself against the wall separating the kitchen from the living room. She heard the person walk through the living room, grab a cigar from the lamp stand then sit down on the couch. Lin peeked just barely into the room. Inside was a man wearing a black leather jacket. His head was shaved. He had one arm spread out on the couch. She crept away from the living room toward the back door. Suddenly in front of her, the back door opened. She brandished the knife quickly.
"What are you doing Lin?" Joseph Price said when he saw the knife. Lin quickly dropped the knife.
"Someone's in the living room. I didn't recognize him." She said trying to sound brave. Joseph just laughed. Unfortunately Joseph, being the man she was suppose to spy on, was the only man who could see through her tough side. He walked up to her, grabbed the knife and said,
"Don't worry he's cool."
"Joseph." A scruffy voice said from down the hall, it was the man in the leather jacket. Lin suddenly noticed that the man only had one arm.
"Hey Phil." Joseph said waving with one arm and grabbing Lin by the arm, with the other, and leading her up to the man. "Lin, this is Phil Cassidy. He came up from Vice City to help out my boys get uncle Sharp back." Phil offered his one arm in a handshake with Lin. Lin hesitantly shook it.
"So how's Vice City treating you Phil?" Price asked when Phil moved his hand over to him. Phil shrugged.
"I can't complain. I'm getting business from one of the biggest gangs in Vice City. Vercetti's taking care of me. I can't complain." Joseph smiled.
"C'mon Phil, let's talk business." Price led Phil and Lin back into the living room. Phil placed himself where he was before and Price sat across from him. Lin sat on the armrest of Price's chair.
"So Phil, here's the pitch." Phil leaned in close and took a whiff of his cigar. "My uncle is under federal arrest here in Stillwater. His lawyer made sure that the trial would be here in Stillwater but we need to eliminate some witnesses before the trial."
A smile sprouted on Phil's face when he heard the word eliminate.
"A you need my help." He assumed very quickly. Price nodded with a keen smile.
"The arrest took place in a Teahouse in Chinatown. The Teahouse just so happened to be the property of Mr. Wong, a big supporter of the Rollerz and my uncle. Unfortunately we gotta take out some of his men. But let me worry about that. That's not really even the biggest problem. One of the biggest witnesses at the trial is gonna be an FBI agent by the name of…" Joseph was interrupted suddenly. Phil took the cigar out of his mouth and started to laugh.
"You're fucking with me right?" He stood up and started to pace for a minute. As he paced he started to mumble and laugh to himself. "He's joking with me." He mumbled every once in a while.
"Phil." Price called.
"A fucking Fed!" Phil shouted suddenly. "You gotta be out of your fucking mind. I love you like a bro Joseph but a fucking fed! I'd feel safer going and cutting off Tommy Vercetti's fucking head. That way I would die faster."
"Phil we can protect you. I give you my word." Phil shook his head quickly and took a deep breath of the cigar, which he ended up choking on for a few moments. After he was done hacking up phlegm in his throat he took his seat again. Joseph waited till Phil calmed down then he continued,
"Agent Marcus Keaton. That's the Fed's name." Price opened a drawer on the coffee table and pulled out a black and white picture of their target. Phil still looked at Price like he was crazy.
"You still don't understand this Joseph do you? He is a Federal Agent. We kill him we're done. The Fed aren't gonna stop till we're either dead or in prison for life." Joseph nodded and said,
"Don't worry about that. I'll make sure the feds never come to your doorstep, you just need to trust me."
Lin looked at Phil. He looked at the picture for a minute or two. She couldn't blame him for hesitating. Going after a Fed isn't the greatest move on a gang member's part. But finally Phil looked at Price and said,
"I'm in. What do you need from me?" Price got another grin on his face and simply said,
"Guns, lots and lots of guns."
"Okay Lombardi," Johnny said pushing Lombardi into a chair. "We've done our part of the deal you do yours. Start talkin!" Lombardi, Johnny, Julius and Jason were all in Julius's office in the church. Lombardi still wore the wrinkled suit that he had on the night before. Jason didn't show it but he was most interested in the information Lombardi was about to give. In his pocket he carried a tape recorder.
"Okay, were do I start?" Lombardi said with a confident look.
"Who's Carl Johnson?" Jason said before Julius or Johnny could say anything.
"Jason, let me handle this." Julius said sternly. He was almost interrupted by Lombardi asking,
"How do you know that name?" Everyone looked at Jason. Jason wasn't sure if he needed to lie here.
"A friend of mine was killed last night by Carl Johnson." He said truthfully.
"I was wondering who that dame was last night, I wanted to give my number." Johnny said bluntly. Jason ignored the comment and said,
"Who is he?" Lombardi had a grim look on his face. He took a deep breath and said,
"CJ's the leader of a gang based off in Los Santos, The Grove Street Family. Benjamin King met him and his brother when he was taking a business trip to Los Santos. A few weeks ago they started doing business with each other. Drug, weapons trade, Shit like that. I worked with him a couple years ago but that was a small job so I've got no bonds with Grove Street."
"Where would CJ be right now?" Jason asked. Julius was still a little bother on how Jason was taking over the questioning. But Lombardi just laughed,
"Are you kidding me? You're not gonna find CJ, and even if you did find him, you'd have to go through Sweet Johnson, CJ's brother."
"Is there a way I can find Sweet?" Suddenly Troy stood up from his chair and looked straight at Jason,
"Jason can I talk to you outside." He said with a stern tone. Jason was resistant to comply but he walked toward the nearest exit of the church.
Troy and Jason exited the church from one of the side doors. They were just a few feet away from the cemetery where Jason was canonized only a few weeks ago.
"Okay, what's going on in there?" Troy said pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it quickly. To Jason, Troy looked a little bit on edge.
"What do you mean?"
"We did not get this dirt bag to get revenge for your girlfriend. He probably has serious information about the Vice Kings that could expire very soon and you're out looking for a poor dumb bastard who decided to screw Tanya in exchange for deals with King." Troy tried to explain to Jason. But Jason didn't care. All he wanted was to find Carl Johnson and pull the trigger. Suddenly the door of the church behind them flew open and Johnny came out carrying a sawed off shotgun.
"Where are you going?" Troy called. Johnny didn't respond. He ran down into the cemetery, across the street and in an alley behind Friendly Fires. Julius soon came out behind him with an M16.
"What's going on?" Troy said. He was cut off by the suddenly roar of a speeding car coming toward the street. A purple Corvette with a gold dragon on the side door pulled up to the church with Johnny at the wheel.
"Lombardi's been put on hold. I just got a call from a big supporter of Joseph Price and the Rollerz. Something pissed him off and he's selling his business. Bad part is, the Price isn't the biggest fan of his business turning on him. We're going to Chinatown." Troy looked at Jason with a look saying he wasn't done. They rushed to the car and Johnny tossed them both a submachine gun. Troy caught a CZ model 25 that he quickly checked the ammo on and jumped into the back of the Corvette. Jason caught an UMP. He was amazed at the kind of weapons Johnny Gat got him hands on. Jason only saw an UMP when he worked a week with SWAT.
He jumped into the back of the Corvette and Johnny sped off. Jason nearly fell out Johnny was going so fast.
Suddenly Jason's phone started to ring. He struggled to grab it and put it to his ear.
"Hello!" he yelled.
"Jason this is Brea." Jason was surprised to hear the voice of someone from the FBI team besides Ron.
"This really isn't the best time B." Jason was pretty good friends with Brea and B was a nickname that he had given her a long time ago.
"You guys sped off toward Chinatown right? To save Mr. Wong?" she responded. Jason's mind was going at top speeds so he answered the only way he could, without thinking.
"Yeah?" he answered the wind blowing hard making it hard to hear.
"I'm watching you through the traffic cams but I also have an eye on the highway. There's Rollerz patrols up there and they'll take out any other gang heading toward Chinatown. They wanna make sure Wong goes down."
Jason still didn't think about what he was hearing. All he saw was the Corvette coming up fast to the highway turn. He quickly yelled,
"Don't take the highway!" Johnny heard it right in time. He braked and made a perfectly illegal turn back onto the street. Jason hung up the phone knowing he was gonna get questioned about the sudden command he just gave.
"Why not?" Julius asked. The car wasn't going as fast as Jason thought it was. Jason suddenly realized what he had heard. How did Brea know there would be Roller patrols on the highway if they were even there? "The Highway is the fastest way to Chinatown Egan, you better have a good excuse why you just put us off course."
Jason was silent for a few moments. It seemed like the moments he was silent he was closer to being discovered. Suddenly Troy's voice broke the silence.
"There are Roller patrols on the highway. Some of my boys called Jason cause I don't have my cell on me." Jason was amazed at the way Troy just saved him though he was confused on how it happened.
"Is that true Egan?" Julius asked. Jason was silent for a few more seconds then swallowed and nodded.
"Yes, that's it." Julius was impressed.
"Good job Egan. Those bastards would have slowed us down and that's not in Mr. Wong's best interest." After that Julius turned and looked at the road. Jason looked at Troy but Troy didn't look back.
The car finally pulled into Chinatown. Johnny drove it over the bridge leading into the town and stopped it in the middle of the bridge. Other cars trying to cross the bridge honked but Johnny simply gave them the finger and got out like the rest of the Saints. Julius led the way with his M16 on his shoulder. Julius walked to the side of the bridge and looked out toward the small islands that had little gazebos people could sit in when on a walk. The dusk made Jason's vision slightly impaired but he thought he saw a man sitting in the gazebo. Julius saw it to and led the group to the walkway to the little islands.
When they reached the gazebo, they saw the man called Mr. Wong sitting next to a dead Chinese man in a black suit carrying an Uzi. In front of Mr. Wong was a Roller, his shoulder nearly severed from his body and a series bullet holes in his forehead head. Mr. Wong sat peacefully in the gazebo with a USAS-12 sitting in his lap. Whatever thoughts of the advances of Johnny's weapons back at the church Jason had just disappeared. This was a fully automatic shotgun.
Before Julius even said anything, Mr. Wong said very tranquil,
"You must be Julius Little with the Third Street Saints."
"Yes, we're here to get you out of here. We better move before my Rollers come." Julius said. Mr. Wong smiled.
"All those car fetish bastards have been killed by my men and I." Jason doubted that. He scanned the area around the little islands. Suddenly above on the street he saw a convoy of blue cars. The lead car stopped and there was a man in a black tank top who got out of the drivers seat, A man in a black leather jacket, a woman, and a man in a blue sweatshirt with a large tan cylinder.
"Get down!" Jason yelled pulling his SMG up and firing at the men in blue. He knew exactly what the cylinder was. He quickly unloaded a cartridge of aimless firing while ducking to the ground. Julius, Johnny and Troy all realized what the cylinder was and ducked for cover. But Mr. Wong stayed tranquil and looked straight at his enemies. Suddenly the man with the cylinder aimed it at them and there was a large cracking sound coming from the cylinder. A missile fired from the RPG and was headed right toward Mr. Wong. Jason dove into a roll down the island toward the water surrounding it. The missile hit. Jason wasn't sure where though. His jeans were wet up to his knees but he didn't notice. He looked back and the gazebo was destroyed. One of the pillars had collapsed and the structure was caved in. He didn't see any of the Saints or Mr. Wong anywhere on the small island. He crouched down and quickly emptied the cartridge on his SMG and then he dove into the water.