Hey readers! You know it's probably bad when you get too many notices like this. But along with an apology in this notice is some news about the story Saints Row. I recently finally got my long anticipated copy of Saints row 2 and it has sparked so many ideas that I can't express in this story. So I am going to try to finish up this story as soon as possible (Of course without rushing it and making it a bad ending) so I can move onto new things, perhaps a sequel to this or more likely something totally new. I again like to thank everyone who has been loyal readers despite my horrible consistency. I also have made several changes. For one I moved the story to the Saints Row category, I had it in GTA because when I originally wrote the story there was no Saints Row category. Secondly, because I put it in the Saints Row Category I put a title. That title might change but for right now I'm pretty happy with the title. If anybody has some suggestions, again I'm very open to suggestions. Enjoy Chapter 20.
Sawyer
20
Control of Power
Julius suddenly regained consciousness through scorching pain running through his back. He shot up with a yelp. All he could see were flashing lights flashing red, blue, red, blue. As he vision began to clear up he saw a man walking towards him and he crouched down so he was eye level with Julius.
"Hello Mister Little." The man said. There was something familiar about the man but Julius was too out of it to think about how he knew this man. "You're in the middle of a Standoff Mister Little. We need to get you away from the scene." Suddenly Julius felt himself being raised up and pulled away from where he was sitting. He felt himself being pulled into a car with the flashing lights on top of it.
As the door closed, the car started to move and Julius looked up to see two men behind a grate that separated the back seat from the front.
"Mr. Little if you don't know yet, I'm Police Chief Monroe. And with me is someone who you will be very pleased to meet. This is Special Agent Ron Wellston
Jason exited the cramped bathroom out of his black clothing and into a beige suit white dress shirt that was unbuttoned on the top two buttons. He returned to his seat where a brief case of money was and a drink in a holder on the side of the seat. He sat down and grabbed his cell phone. He connected the cell phone to a headset and dialed Dex's number.
"Yo!" Dex's voice came on quickly.
"You sound relaxed for someone who's robbing a bank." Jason said almost surprised.
"Sampson pulled through. He set up a roadblock in the route that the police would take giving us enough time to get out of there. How'd you know that would be it?" Jason smiled. He used his FBI clearance to figure out which police routes they would take and he quickly calculated how he could disrupt their path until Dex had time to escape.
"I have some connections in Liberty City Dex. In fact I told Sampson to bring you to some buddies of mine in Liberty City. Just lay low for a little bit until I can bring the jet back and the cops aren't so heavy." Jason said pulling up a laptop onto his lap and accessing the FBI databases.
"You're a pretty handy guy to have around Jason. I'll talk to you soon. I've always loved Liberty City." And with that Dex hung up. Jason clicked his phone shut but kept the earpiece in his ear for the time being. He accessed his account and got onto a FBI communications line. He quickly connected with an online video with Alex Ottman.
It took a few minutes but finally he received a response. Alex's round face appeared on the screen with his bold rimmed glasses.
"Holy Shit Jason. What are you doing?"
"This is almost over Alex. I'm in contact with a woman who's been running the financial branch of the Third Street Saints. If I can get her to talk and I think I can, we'll have access to all of Julius and his Saints financial records. That and the fact that I have Johnny Gat and Point Dexter held up in LCPD monitored safe house in Liberty City. I'm on my way to a meet where I can bring in the leader of the Grove Street Family CJ Johnson in. I need to talk to Ron to get a green light to end this all."
"C'mon Jason, from what I've gathered you've only got enough to bring down the Saints, Wellston isn't gonna end this thing just because you bring them down, he wants all four gangs out of the picture." Alex contested. He looked convinced but it also looked like he needed to say something like that.
"Listen the Carneles are crumbling due to some bullshit with the Colombians, doesn't matter, the Lopez brothers are out of the picture. I've got a contact in the Stillwater PD about to pull the trigger on the higher ups in the Rollerz and the Vice Kings are going through a Civil war that will leave them inactive when it's finally done. The Saints are only going to profit big time if we don't take them out now." Jason quickly argued.
"I just got a call from Dale and Lorrie saying that they're on their way to pick up King from Stillwater Emergency Hospital. I don't know Jason, I still feel like this isn't quite done yet."
"Let me talk to Ron, we'll see what he has to say." Jason persisted. Alex finally gave an embarrassed look.
"Ron has gone missing Jason. He's not answering his cell phone and he's been gone for a while. I don't know what it's about but things are getting weird."
Jason sat uneasy. Even without Jason telling Ron he knew that Ron knew that this was coming to a close. Why would he disappear after knowing that they were so close to the end?
"Fine, if Ron is gonna ditch on the project, I'm going for it." Jason said after a moment of thought.
"What do you mean?' Alex asked nervously.
"I'm bringing Johnson in. Once I have Johnson, I'm gonna have LCPD arrest Gat, Dex and the accountant. I'll have her brought back to Stillwater and I'll get her to hand over the records in exchange for immunity."
"Can you do that?" Alex asked in his nervous tone he had been carrying the entire conversation.
"Alex I need you on board with me. I can't do this without FBI help." Despite the nervous tone Alex had had the entire conversation, he barely had a beat between the question and the response.
"I'm with you Jason. What do you need me to do?"
Jason smiled and opened a file of criminal records on several of his main suspects.
"Tell Lorrie and Dale to bring in King. Perhaps we can cut a deal for him if he gives up the dirt on Tanya and Warren. We can work on the remnants of the Carneles after the whole situation with the Colombians is settled. What is going on anyway?"
The was a silence from Alex as he turned to look at another computer. After a few moments he finally said,
"There's a Standoff at the Carnele Mansion between Hector Lopez, Victor, some Colombians and the Stillwater PD."
"Alright well we got them on something there. Once my contact in the Stillwater PD gets back to me about the Rollerz we can start to build a case on them. Finally, the big show. Gat and Dex are covered, as for the organization the Saints have, after I get those records that'll go down the drain. When I cut the deal with the accountant, there's gonna be a lot of people in Stillwater we're gonna have to bring down, Julius Little being one of them. I need you to get a hold of some extra hands and keep them on stand by until I can get a location on Julius. I want this to be a clean arrest but that's probably only a pipe dream. Just get me those extra hands."
Jason watched as Alex vigorously wrote these things down on a simple pad and pen. As technological as the guy was, it was strange to see him with simple instruments like that.
"Anything else?" Alex asked looking up from his pad.
"Yes." Jason said confidently. He wasn't done yet. "I'm gonna need you to open a file on police corruption in Stillwater." Alex started to write but when Jason finished his sentence he looked up in confusion.
"Jason, our main objective here was to clean out the streets of these gangs. You wanna go after the Police? Aren't we gonna need their help to take some people down?"
"Yes." Jason said reassuring but he quickly came back. "But I've been in Stillwater too long that I know that the people protected by badges and are given the duty to protect the streets are looking the other way when crime erupts. I want badges to start piling up when this is all over." Jason paused and gave Alex a minute to regain his train of thought.
"But yes, your main objective is the gangs. We'll put the most work into that when we're dealing with the fallout."
Alex sighed and nodded. He quickly wrote more down and asked one more time if that was all Jason needed. When Jason said no, Alex quickly said,
"I'll start workin. One more question. Where you gonna bring Johnson after you've arrested him." Jason didn't answer right away.
"Let me worry about that for right now." Jason said, not giving a straight answer. Alex saw the suspicious look on Jason's face and his nervous tension came back. "I'll talk to you soon Alex." Jason said and before Alex could say anything more, Jason closed out of the chat.
Troy tailed the limo and began to get nervous when they started to cross the highway bridge over the Ultor Dome and Julius was not answering his cell phone. He knew he didn't have much time until the limo entered the suburbs and the Saints were ready to take down the limo. It was a sad substitute to arresting Sharp and Troy wanted to avoid it if at all possible.
Suddenly his cell phone started to ring and Troy picked it up so fast that he didn't see who it was.
"Julius?" he answered quickly.
"Jason?" the voice on the other line quickly responded in a mocking tone. "Troy, where are we with Sharp?" Jason quickly said coming out of his funny tone to a very serious one.
"I'm waiting for confirmation from Julius to take him out but Julius isn't answering his cell." Troy answered.
"Forget that, listen, with a testimony from Lin and agent Keaton, the FBI agent who was injured along with a warrant on the Price Mansion, do you think you have enough evidence to put Price and Sharp away?" Jason quickly asked. Troy was taken aback from the statement it took him a few moments to answer.
"I suppose. I mean depending if I do get a statement from Lin… Jason are you talking about pulling the trigger on this thing and making arrests?" Troy couldn't believe that Jason was actually talking about that. He had been undercover for so long that it was almost like he didn't know that that outcome was a possibility.
"I am. We've got Gat and Dex on armed robbery, anywhere from 25 to life. If I can get Juliet to hand over the financial records on the Saints, we've got the entire enterprise plus several other things pinned on all the other members. Listen, you don't have to worry about the details, all you need to worry about is your end which is the Westside Rollerz, because I would like to bring all four gangs down, do we have a case against the Westside Rollerz?"
Troy knew the answer to the question was yes but he was still hesitant. He had lived so long in a sense that justice was obtained with a gun and not the law.
"Shit Jason, you spend too much time with the wrong people you start to think like one. Yeah, we got them."
"Then call Stillwater PD, have them bring in Sharp, Coffman, Price, anyone they have to. It's time to take these guys out Troy."
Jason didn't wait for a response. He hung up the phone and left Troy in the car. Although he didn't have much time, Troy waited. It just didn't seem real.
The sound of horns behind him made him come to his senses and Troy started dialing.
"Mitch here." The voice on the other end answered.
"Mitch! I just got a tip saying that the cops are gonna pick up Sharp on his way back to the mansion. You better get Lin out of the mansion and back to the church before the shit hits the fan, I'm trailing Sharp, depending on traffic you maybe have fifteen minutes before he reaches the suburbs. Can you do that?"
"We're pulling Lin out?"
"Julius's orders. C'mon let's go!" Troy ordered. He needed Lin alive and safe with the Saints in order to get a statement while undercover.
"Alright Troy, we'll storm the castle. I hope you and Julius are right."
As Troy hung up he said to himself, "I hope so too."
"Lorrie, what does it look like at the Lopez mansion?" Dale said as was walking down the halls of Stillwater emergency hospital towards the hospital room that he was informed was being occupied by Benjamin King.
Lorrie on the other hand was just pulling up the Lopez mansion. After being called by Alex about Jason's moving up the timetable, the two decided to split up. Dale went to arrest King while Lorrie went to check up on the standoff at the Lopez mansion.
Lorrie exited the car dressed in the bulletproof vest she had changed into and the badge that hung around her neck. She walked up to the edge of the perimeter made around the mansion
A Stillwater police officer started to walk up to her with his hand raised in a stop sign but Lorrie quickly parried with a flash of her badge and continued her conversation.
"Not good Dale, I still need to get a sit rep from the Stillwater officer in charge but it doesn't look good." She looked around and saw Colombian men and gangbangers in bright red being pushed into squad cars. "I'm about to talk to the officer in charge and figure out how things are going inside the mansion. I'll call you soon."
Dale hung up his phone just as he came to the room. He opened the door slowly. The room was dark and only a few lights of the machines by the bed lit the room. Dale didn't know what to expect. In the time he was involved in this entire assignment he had heard and seen pictures of Benjamin King but had never seen him in person.
"Mr. King?" Dale called into the room. He reached for a light switch on the side of the wall next to the door and switched it on.
When the light came on, Dale did not see Benjamin King lying on that bed. He saw the bed empty. His wonder at seeing the crime boss disappeared and suddenly Dale became worried. He examined the room quickly calling King's name and then he bolted out of the room and down the hall.
He stopped suddenly at the receptionist's desk.
"Benjamin King. Where is he?"
"He was checked out by his son a few minutes ago."
"His son?" Dale exclaimed. He didn't wait for the receptionist to finish her sentence. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Alex's number. He began to walk down the hall to the elevator where he would take that to the bottom floor.
"What's up?" Alex answered lazily.
"Alex, I need you to pull up the family records of Benjamin King."
"Family records? What's going on Dale?" Alex was confused but still started to access it.
"Just do it!" Dale shouted.
"I am, I am don't worry." Alex said.
"Call me back." Dale ordered. He hung up then dialed another number.
"I want a perimeter around the hospital. Nobody gets out. No exceptions!" He ordered quickly.
Down below in the parking lot, Ben King was feeling the drugs wearing off from his gunshot wound and he felt blood soak the bandage wrapped around his stomach. He was being pulled along by Devon who with one hand was supporting his father and with the other hand was holding a pistol behind his back trying to conceal it as best as he could.
King was feeling dazed and could barely stand up by himself.
They finally reached the end of the parking lot and were in the street. There was a purple car waiting for them in the street. Their goal was close when suddenly Devon heard sirens ringing loudly and coming closer.
The driver of the purple car rolled down the window and called to them,
"I raced some police cars here. They'll be here soon, we gotta go now." Devon quickly opened the door and threw King in the back. He then closed the door and went to the window.
"Take him to the Airport and get him out of here. You understand?" Devon said. The driver looked confused. "Mendoza!" Devon shouted. The Saint came to attention. "You take my father to the airport and make sure he gets out of this fucked up city. Now!"
The driver, Mendoza, almost hit the gas right there but he paused and then slowly drove off just as King was becoming aware of the situation and before he could protest.
Just as the car turned the corner, police surrounded the hospital. Devon reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth and tossed the rest of the pack away. He lit the cigarette and took a long drag.
By this time officers charged him and shouted, "Get on the ground!" they saw his gun in his open hand. Devon took one more long drag then tossed the cigarette. He then spun around and raised his pistol.
But before he could get a shot off, a bang rang through the night air and Devon was hit. He dropped the pistol and sunk to the ground.
Behind him, Dale quickly ran out, gun drawn from in response to the gunshot already shot. Before another shot was taken he shouted,
"Stop, hold your fire! Hold your fire!" he ordered. Devon King slumped to the ground wincing in pain but he was trying to fight in his own way.
Dale slowly approached Devon, his gun still raised; he reached the struggling gangbanger and kicked his pistol away.
"Where did you send King?" Dale asked still cautious.
"Go fuck yourself." Devon said. Dale knew he was gonna be fine but he knew that Devon was gonna have a lot of pain in the next few days.
Lorrie stepped forward on the lines and went straight to the officer in charge.
"Where is Chief Monroe?" she asked flashing her badge but not giving an introduction.
"The chief was here but he had to leave to personally overlook the interrogation of a suspect."
"What is the situation?" Lorrie asked. The officer looked at her annoyed, he clearly wanted her to leave and deal with the situation but it was Lorrie's job to figure out what was going on.
"Victor Rodriguez is held up in the mansion with a gas propelled with Hector Lopez, there were some Colombian drug enforcers in the building too but they were either taken down by Rodriguez or our initial team."
"And where is the initial team?" Lorrie asked. The officer looked frustrated and said,
"Those who survived are pinned down in a bathroom on the second floor. They managed to barricade themselves with a vantage point that allows them a clear shot on Rodriguez if he advanced, but at the same time if they move from the bathroom they wouldn't have enough time to move before being shot down by Lopez."
Lorrie analyzed the information she was hearing.
"Anything else?" This question annoyed the officer even more. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"We know where they're being held up but we can't find a clear shot on the room. Also we found the body of Angelo Lopez down the driveway, his car was hit by an RPG. He didn't survive the blast but his girlfriend did. She was rushed to the hospital a few minutes ago but I'm guessing that that won't be grounds for negotiation seeing as she was Angelo's girlfriend not Hectors."
"You're gonna try and negotiate?" Lorrie said a little confused.
"Yes, we wanna avoid any more police casualties. Listen agent Nelson, my men are in there and if I have to go in there myself I will but I can't do that if you're looking over my shoulder the entire way." It was obvious that the officer was trying to get Lorrie to leave.
But Lorrie didn't leave, she observed the scene.
The mansion was surrounded by spotlights and bodies rippled with bullets. There was no way to see Victor or Hector but every few seconds you could hear the rev of a gas propelled mini gun from inside the mansion. Victor was revving the engine so he could be ready to fire at any time.
Suddenly the officer Lorrie was talking to before had a megaphone and started to call out of Hector and Victor.
"Mr. Lopez! My name is Officer Dave Truman. How is everything going in there with your friend?" to nobodies surprise there was no answer. Truman half expected. "Mr. Lopez, I'm going to call the phone so we can talk." Lorrie became a little worried so she started to creep towards the officer. "Please go to the phone and we can talk."
In the next few seconds, Truman had a phone to his ear and Lorrie was within earshot of this conversation.
"Mr. Lopez?"
"This was between my family and the Colombians, there was no need for police involvement." Hector quickly said. By the sound in his voice he still felt like he was in control but there was a strain that Lorrie could tell that he was worried.
"Well Mr. Lopez unfortunately it's our job to get involved." Truman said. Lorrie looked at him as though he was an idiot.
"What are you doing?" she whispered. Truman ignored her and continued his conversation.
"Listen Mr. Lopez. As you may know, I have some officers in there with you. I need you to let them go, they haven't done anything wrong and they just want to get out of there, not harm you. Let them go and then we can talk about how we're gonna get you out of there without a body bag."
There was a silence. Lorrie was surprised things were going this well. Lorrie went through a class to learn the basics about hostage negotiations while in the FBI academy and Truman was not following the way she was taught.
"Alright Truman, this is how it's going to go down." Hector said after a moment. Lorrie knew these were the demands, and with the mind of Hector Lopez moving, she knew it wasn't going to be anything the Stillwater police could maneuver around. "I want an emergency helicopter brought behind the mansion. Victor and myself will take that helicopter with the wounded we have lying all around here to Wardilli Airport then we will hand them over to actual experts once we are aboard a private jet that I will be in control of. These are my terms and they are not negotiable."
The control of power had just shifted.