DISCLAIMER: I do not own Grand Theft Auto or any of the trademarked characters, cars, etc. I do however own my original characters, and the city they run around in though, and etc. So don't sue
A/N: Here it is, and in record time too! Chapter 21! Read and Reply. Any suggestions or ideas would be great. Enjoy! :)
It took David a few minutes but he finally got used to being in the air. He looked down and saw how little everybody looked like. He cocked the M240H and took a few potshots at the ground. The bullets hit against a few cars, and a window to a boutique. The music was still playing loudly as, David fired off more shots getting used to the feel as well as the recoil of the weapon while making sure the weapon didn't overheat. Randy turned around and saw David maneuvering the machine gun left and right while, tapping the trigger lightly.
"Having fun David?" Randy sneered.
"Yup! This gun's got a sensitive trigger, but I like it so far." David said as he set the weapon down and sat down. "What about you? You aren't going to test it out your stuff?"
Randy shook his head. "It's an automatic grenade launcher David. Why bother testing it?"
David shrugged. "Your loss. Just make sure you know how to aim that thing, and not get us blown apart."
The song ended and, Brett's voice came on the speakers. "How's everything?"
"So far, so good." David yelled back. "How much further to the farm?"
Brett checked his watch and said, "About ten minutes. How are we going to do this?"
"We punch right through, and kill anyone and everything down there. Paul wants to make sure nothing is there but dead bodies and burned crops." David explained.
"Sounds like a plan. Check ya shit and get ready!" Brett clicked off.
"Hey Randy, you ready to do this?" David asked as he squared his shoulders getting ready.
"Hell yeah!" Randy yelled cocking the automatic grenade launcher. He shook slightly, looking way too excited for words as he looked at the outskirts of the city.
The Annihilator continued moving passing over swamps and trailer parks. Some of the trailer park residents looked over staring at the helicopter.
"Five minutes boys!" Brett's voice yelled over on the speakers. He went through a small pack of CD's and, set the copter to autopilot. He continued looking through a bit, till he found a silver one and smirked. "Heh, the perfect fighting music."
"David, check it out!" Randy pointed out from his side.
"What is it?" David asked as he looked.
From Randy's side, there were several acres of farmland and swamp. Several Rumpo vans and Rancher pick-up trucks were driving on the dirt roads while; workers were dressed in jeans, shirts, and boots, tending to the crops. Some of the workers were carrying pistols, and submachine guns of the like, while a few of them had farming tools. The only ones that were really carrying anything heavy were Yardie's and Triad soldiers.
"What do you think they're armed with?" Randy asked.
"I wish I knew," David answered regretfully. "I don't think Brett has binoculars around here."
There were several farmhouses both big and, small including several silos and propane tanks around. A few Sanchez motorbikes were parked around the place, while two Cavalcade FXT trucks were pulling up to the largest barn and stopped near the doors.
One of the drivers of the trucks came out and, walked up looking around and nodded. He then walked over to the Yardie leaning against the wall smoking a joint. "We got in some more chems to produce Spank, and we should be…" He realized that the joint in the Yardie's mouth was lit and quickly pulled it out of his mouth and stomped on it. "Are you fucking crazy?!"
"I should be askin' ya the same damn question now." The Yardie spoke in his thick Caribbean accent.
"You're smoking around a bunch of ether and propane canisters!" The Triad yelled. "Do the words 'extremely flammable' mean a fucking thing to you?"
"Relax now boy, I know what I be doin' seen? You jus worry about putting them chemicals inside the barn."
"Yeah well see that you do. One spark touches these open containers and you'll barbecue us."
Back on the Annihilator, Brett's voice came back on. "Everything ready?"
"We're ready to go Brett." David answered.
He placed the CD in and pressed play. He then turned up the volume as 'Flight of the Valkyries' started playing.
"Is he playing what I think he's playing?" David asked looking completely thunderstruck.
"I don't think we're going to have time to answer that one." Randy said as he felt the helicopter lurch forward.
"TIME TO UNLEASH HELL!" Brett screamed through the speakers as he pulled the trigger on the control stick. A stream of hydra missiles zoomed forward towards the ground striking anyone in their way.
"Showtime Randy!" David shouted as he started pulling the trigger to his M240H. The sky rained red tracer fire as David moved his gun hitting a Rumpo van trying to get away. The back windows including both of his back tires were torn to shreds as; the van barrel rolled and went into a marsh.
"Get some motherfuckers! GET SOME!" Randy yelled at the top of his lungs. Shell after 40mm shell flew from the Mk19 towards a few of the Sanchez motorbikes. One of the bikes exploded while the Triad was still on it. He flew in the air screaming for dear life and came crashing down onto the dirt road dead as a doornail. Randy saw some of the workers raising their weapons up and start shooting at them. He ducked his head and shot off a few more 40mm shells down at the workers. He heard various screams and cries as the 40mm grenades either blew them apart or exploded near them, sending white hot shrapnel into their bodies.
Brett was continued shooting out more Hydra missiles towards anything. He then pressed a button sending a Hellfire towards a silo. The moment it struck against the silo, it completely blew up killing anyone that was near it. He rapidly pressed both buttons sending more Hellfire and Hydra missiles towards the ground, killing thugs, workers, and anyone that was in the way. He chugged a beer, laughing at the carnage happening.
David was running low as he shot up a worker trying to hide. There were a bunch of workers that continued to shoot at them. Some of the bullets hit the Annihilator but nothing serious. Small caliber weapons…pathetic, he thought. His M240H ran dry as he ducked down and grabbed a box of ammo and quickly reloaded. "How's your side Randy?"
"There are more people than I fucking thought!" Randy yelled as he ran out and grabbed a box with a large white piece of tape and reloaded. He pulled the trigger a few times and sent a couple of 40mm shells their way. The loud explosion followed the intense; scorching heat of eight hundred degrees would do the trick.
A group of Yardies glanced at what happened and, started to run away shooting at the Annihilator with their AK-47's and PKM's in panic. They ducked behind burned out cars, dead bodies and, wooden crates filled with Spank. Some of them didn't bother trying to fight as they decided to haul ass.
"Run Yardie!" David yelled as he pulled the trigger back sending death to each thug who tried to run away. He saw one of them hop onto a motorbike and tried to drive away. "Randy, you got a biker trying to leave the party!"
"I see him," Randy sneered and sent a 40mm WP shell at him. The Yardie was burned and, blown away into the chunks along with the bike. Randy laughed manically. "YES! I got that son of a bitch!"
"Nice shot bro," David commended. He shot up a worker in his face and then, another one in his gut. The worker that was shot in his gut collapsed on the ground. He tried crawling away slowly spiting up blood, but was torn apart by more gunfire from David.
"I'm going to set this thing down on a spot that isn't too hot. Get your gear ready, cause you got about two minutes!" Brett yelled.
"You heard the man," David said as he emptied his M240H spraying it back and forth frantically.
"You get ready little brother; I'm still having too much fun with this baby!" Randy said grinning as he reloaded another box, this time it was just 40mm fragmentation.
David nodded as pulled away from his side and checked his guns out. He glanced and checked if the M870 Master Key shotgun on his M-16A2 had enough shells in. Once he was done, he saw a small box of twelve gauge slugs. Agreeing with himself, he picked up the box and grabbed out a couple. When he was finished he checked his FN P90 and grabbed a flare. This should come in handy, David thought. "Come on Randy! Get your shit ready!"
Feeling upset, he nodded. "Fine," He pulled away from his spot and checked his HK 21E. Once he was done, he pulled a high explosive 40mm shell from his bandolier and armed his M79. "Ready, David! Tell Brett to set us down!"
David nodded and yelled "We're ready! Drop us down!"
Brett heard him and, jerked the control stick to the side, moving away from the gunfire going on. He continued moving away till he saw a small convoy of rusty looking cars. He slowly worked the controls as the Annihilator touched down on the ground. "It's game time!" Brett shouted as he pulled the trigger several times sending multiple short burst from the minigun, killing off any stragglers that were hiding or running.
"Let's do it," David said as he ran out of the gunship and met one thug hiding by a rusted 1992 Primo. Not wasting a second he pulled the trigger to his assault rifle, striking the Yardie in his jaw and neck.
"I'm right behind ya!" Randy yelled as he jumped out spraying his HK 21E. As soon as Randy was off, the gunship pulled up and moved out of the way. Randy ran towards the rusted Primo and blind fired, giving his little brother some covering fire.
One worker aimed her Skorpion and, shot at David. The .32 ACP round didn't even slow David down as; it only struck against the bulletproof vest, flattened and, fell on the ground. The worker tried to aim a little higher towards David's head but David proved to be a little faster and, sent a two 5.56mm rounds into the worker's face, killing her on contact.
David hurried towards his brother, and squatted down by him. Every few seconds he would come up and fire off a few shots killing a worker. His M-16A2 went empty as he ducked down, narrowly dodging a hail of bullets. "Shit! Gotta reload," David said as he grabbed a clip from his pocket.
Randy stood up holding on to his machinegun and ran towards the next rusted vehicle; a burned out 1986 Stallion. He saw a group of Yardie's trying to hide behind several 1986 Mesa Grande jeeps. "I see you!" Randy smiled as he set down his HK 21E and brought up his M79. He pulled the trigger and a distinctive 'bloop' sound came from it as, one 40mm high explosive shell came hurdling towards them. The jeeps went up in a spectacular blast sending twelve Yardie's up in the air. Some of them were in the air in pieces.
David finished reloading his assault rifle and ran towards Randy, shooting at more workers. One of them ran at David swinging a hoe with a battlecry that could be best described as hilarious. David shook his head, but gave the guy some credit for charging at him with a melee weapon. He sent shell, containing twelve-gauge buckshot towards the worker's hand and, in a Liberty City minute, it was blown off. The worker fell back crying out in agony only to be quickly silenced by a bullet to the brain. "We gotta find some cover fast Randy."
"One smoke grenade coming up," Randy said enthusiastically. He broke open the M79 and let the empty casing slide out and put in a green colored shell. Once he cocked it, he aimed it near the burned Mesa Grande jeeps and fired. The non-lethal projectile flew right towards them and went up in a large cloud of thick white smoke.
"Let's move!" David yelled as he brought up his M-16A2 waiting for his brother to move.
As soon as Randy switched back to his HK 21E, the two of them ran from cover and open fire. The two of them opened fire towards a cowardly Triad, opening his stomach and revealing his guts in the open afternoon sunlight.
Three more Triad's appeared, from one of the small barns shooting at the two of them while screaming in Chinese. Each of them carried Mini-Uzi's and sprayed with little to no accuracy. Only one nine-millimeter bullet, dug into Randy's arm, causing him to yelp in pain and become pissed off.
"Motherfucker!" Randy yelled.
"What, what happened?" David wondered as ran to a tractor for cover.
Randy ignored him and grabbed his M79 and a yellow 40mm shell from his bandolier. David called for him but Randy didn't answer as he clutched a weapon in each hand and, ran after the three that shot at him.
"CONSIDER YOURSELVES FUCKED!" Randy screamed. He fired his machinegun into one Triad's chest, exposing his vital organs and blood for the world to see. The other two wrestled with him, trying to bring him to the ground, but Randy wasn't going to have any of it. He jabbed the hot barrel of the HK 21E against one Triad's cheek, and swung the M79 like a lead pipe against the other Triad's skull. The Triad that was hit with the grenade launcher fell down instantly whimpering and, bleeding, while the other one held the left side of his face crying out in pain. Randy didn't care as; he kicked him to the ground and, raised his gun firing off a short burst into the Triad's face.
David glanced and saw the one that was cracked in the skull by Randy pull out something from a leather sheath. He didn't have time to sit and think as the Triad slowly walked towards Randy, who was preoccupied for the moment. Quickly David sent several 5.56mm rounds into the Triad's back, hitting his spine and killing him quickly. "Come on Randy! Move it!"
Gathering his senses, Randy ran meeting up with his brother by the tractor. "Sorry bout that."
David shrugged. "Don't be. I'm just surprised that in all of that you didn't get shot up in that. Just don't try to be a showoff alright?"
"Yeah, well I don't want you hogging all the fun too," Randy laughed.
The Triad that drove the Cavalcade FXT panicked as he witnessed the two who were responsible and ran to the truck. He pulled out his only means of defense; a Sig-Sauer P226, and hid behind Yardies. "Kill those guys! I want them deader than shit!"
The Yardies weren't even listening to him as one of them caught a twelve-gauge telegram right into the face. Another one caught a 7.62mm slug in his kneecaps. The second the Yardie fell on his knees, he then directly in his right eye and, fell flat on the ground in front of the Triad truck driver.
"Oh fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck!" The Triad truck driver yelled as he decided to give up and, race to the Cavalcade FXT truck. Once he got inside he went into his pockets and fumbled around looking for the keys. He found them, and started the ignition. "Fuck these damn Yardies…alliance or not, I'm not getting killed over this shit."
"You hear that?" David said as he shot a worker with the last three rounds of his M-16A2. He then, went to his Master Key shotgun and, made short work of two Yardies; killing both at the same time.
Randy peeked and saw someone move their truck. "I see his ass. Hey David, cover me." He set the machine gun down, slung the strap of the M79 over his shoulder and, waiting for David to give him the word.
"Go!"
Randy ran up from their cover while David let off several rounds from his P90 submachine gun killing off at least three Triads and one Yardie. Randy continued running as he saw the Cavalcade FXT truck start leaving. "Oh, no you don't!" Randy shouted as he jumped and held on by the passenger side of the truck.
"Shit!" The Triad truck driver screamed as he seconds away to shitting on himself. He reached over for his P226 that was on the dashboard but glanced and, saw Randy pull out a Colt Delta Elite.
"Stop…this…fucking…truck…NOW!" Randy yelled saying each word while bashing the hardened window at the same time. He had enough and fired at window hitting the driver in his shoulder. The driver cried out as he made a hard left turn causing Randy to fall off and tumble into a bushel of cannabis. He slowly got up and, saw the truck follow him. He saw two workers charge at him holding shovels and, blasted both of them in the face. He then immediately reloaded his pistol and whipped out the grenade launcher and stood his ground waiting for the truck to come for him. "You wanna kill me buddy…you're gonna have to earn this meal ticket chink," Randy muttered. He started running as the truck revved up its engine and charged at Randy. Randy didn't even bother looking behind as he saw several propane tanks including gasoline barrels. He grinned at the opportunity that he was given and continued running.
"Now I got ya!" The driver screamed at Randy as, he drove inside the barn. He tried to turn but, winded up crashing into a steel table and, flying out the truck through the window.
Back outside, David was reloading his second clip for his P90. There were only a few Triads and Yardies remaining. He glanced and saw a small group of workers trying to get away and shook his head. "When will they ever learn?" he said to himself as he popped off a few rounds from his submachine gun. Only three workers were left alive.
"We gotta get the hell out of here!" The first worker cried out of his wits end.
"You saw what that guy just did? We so much as try to, he'll kill us," said the second worker as he tended to pulling out a piece of shrapnel out of his elbow.
"Well, we're going to get our chance," said the third worker. She carefully dragged a dead Yardie and grabbed his PKM, Uzi, and a Walther PPK. "I got dibs on the heavy looking gun here." The first worker grabbed the Uzi, while the second worker looked at them scared.
"Man, you guys can handle him; I'm getting out of here!" The worker said getting up and trying to make a break for it. He only made it twenty feet as a 5.7mm bullet went right into the back of his skull and exploded outward.
The two remaining workers looked at their friend as his brains spilled all over the dirt road followed by him falling towards the ground. They then looked at each other and brought up both of their guns shooting at David enraged.
David knew that they couldn't shoot for shit, but he ducked down anyway incase they got a lucky shot. He glanced at saw a propane canister near a dead Triad and, thought for a few seconds on what to do. He grabbed the dead Triad and placed him up and, saw that the workers were so stupid they continued shooting at the Triad they probably thought it was him. Thinking to himself on what to next, he snagged the canister and saw how far he needed to throw it. He also hoped that a stray bullet wouldn't hit the propane canister either.
"Is he dead?" The third worker asked as she fired off a few more bursts.
"Fuck if I know," Muttered the first worker. "We should probably…"
Before he could even finish, the worker was clunked on the side of his head by the canister. He groaned in pain and tried to get up while, the third worker looked down at what it was and, stared in horror that it was slightly leaking. She looked up and saw David standing out in the open, and aiming. But he wasn't aiming his gun at her. He was aiming one handed towards something else.
"Nooooo!"
David sent one round towards the canister and watched it spark. The canister exploded killing the two workers instantly and sending their blown up pieces flying in random directions. "Bulls-eye!" David yelled. He saw the few Triads and Yardies gunning towards him. David shoulder rolled towards a junked out red 2001 Bobcat, and blind fired. He emptied the entire clip towards them and switched back to the shotgun on his M-16A2. "Come on! You motherfucker's could at least try to kill me!" He yelled out being cocky.
"I'ma murda dis bumbleclod. Yall don do a goddamn ting!" One Yardie said as he pulled out two Colt 1911A1's and started shooting at the pick-up truck's window's, tires, and headlights. In his fourteen round barrage, he didn't even get David at all. He cussed as he unsheathed a machete and a small vial of Spank mixed with cocaine and ground up painkillers. He quickly brought it up to his nose and snorted heavily, emptying the entire vial. He coughed violently as, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and started shaking, and screaming unintelligibly.
David stared in shock as he witnessed the effects of the mixed drug. Before he could think of anything to say, the Yardie went after him full sprint. He threw himself to the side and onto the ground as the Yardie swung his machete and missed. The machete was then stuck against the door of the Bobcat, giving David a chance. The Yardie tugged against the handle of the machete a few time, while David sent several strong punches into the Yardie's gut and heard something snap. David thought to himself he probably broke a rib.
"You thin dat gonna put me down rude boy?" The Yardie said staring at David like a deranged maniac. He let go of the handle of the machete and started howling.
"Oh…shit," David said feeling appalled. He tried to kick him in the same spot but the Yardie caught his leg. "Bad idea," he muttered. He tried to struggle, but ended up catching the Yardie's backhand across his face. David fell on the floor hard while the Jamaican thug in front of him leaped right at him. David looked up and brought his foot up, kicking the Yardie right in the crotch. It only slowed him down for a second, but it was just enough for him to pop up quickly and jolted towards the Bobcat.
"Bumbleclod!" The Yardie cried out. He grabbed his .45 caliber handgun and reloaded. "I'ma have ya fuckin' head boy!" He yelled as he pulled the slide back. As soon as he was ready to shoot at David, he felt something heavy sink against his back.
It was David taking the machete to him. He swung the machete again against the drugged upYardie's back again till the man fell on his knees. It was enough to bring him down as he heard the Yardie gasping for air. "See how you feel after this," David said as, he grabbed a handful of the man's dreadlocks and, aimed the machete at the back of the Yardie's neck. The Yardie's screams were cut short as he began swinging hard, hacking the Jamaican's head off. Blood squirted upward hitting David's face as he continued playing butcher. After several hacks, the head was removed.
David's face was smeared with blood as he walked slowly from the pick-up truck and, stared at the remaining Triads with an expression that would make the devil himself blush. "Alright…WHO'S NEXT?!" He yelled as he tossed the head over to them.
The Triads stared at him horrified as they saw the severed head of the Yardie come towards them. When it landed right in front of them, one of them turned away and, threw up. The rest continued looking at the head and at each other deciding on what to do. Each one of them was scared shitless.
"Don't tell me this is the best you cocksuckers have to take me on!" David yelled as he sneered. "Yall going to stand up and fight?"
The group looked at each other for a few more seconds and, came to an agreement. Drop their guns and, run like hell.
"I guess not," muttered David as he chucked the machete into the upper back of a Triad, killing him. Quickly, David ran towards them while pulling the machete off of the dead Triad and, cackled. "The hell you guys going? We're not finished yet!"
Back at the barn, Randy saw the truck in a wreck and the man driving it, was on top of a table. He looked behind him to see if anyone was trying to creep up on him. Not a good idea. The moment he turned his head, back he saw the driver roll over and flipped the table over. "Shit!" Randy grunted as he used the wrecked truck for cover. The driver took several shots Randy missing him, while Randy aimed the M79 and fired.
Click!
Randy stared at the grenade launcher as the driver shot him. The bullet smashed against the ceramic plating of Randy's vest, but it was strong enough to cause him to stumble. As Randy was on the floor, he glanced and saw the driver duck down behind the table and reloaded his pistol. There were several leaking barrels near the driver, was too busy shooting at Randy blindly. He also saw a small crate of smoke grenades near his foot. "Hey, why don't we play a game? Little game of hide and seek." Randy shouted.
The driver raised his eyebrows confused. "What?"
"It's real simple; I let off a smoke grenade and you hope I don't find you through the smoke." Randy said as he grabbed two of them and pulled both pins. He then, tossed them out in the open and both exploded in a cloud of heavy white smoke. "Game on!"
The driver panicked. He had only two bullets left in his gun, and was in deep shit. He got out of his hiding spot and, tried to make a break for it, but ended up twisting his ankle and fell down hard. The smoke was starting to fade away as the driver tried to get up slowly. The smoke was getting into his lungs as he coughed violently. He moved the smoke away from his face as he slowly walked. When the smoke was all gone, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around heading out of the barn.
"Found you!" Randy yelled out.
The driver was frozen in horror as he turned around and saw Randy ten feet away pointing the grenade launcher at him. Randy smiled.
The driver raised his gun up, hoping he could shoot him in the head. Randy already had his finger on the trigger and pulled hard. He felt a whole meaning to the work agony as his arm was completely torn off. He starred at the bloody arm in a mix of shock and terror, while Randy sauntered over laughing.
"Looks like I win." Randy said as he grabbed the driver and dragged him over to where the barrels and canisters were. He threw the driver on the ground near the leaking containers as ether and gasoline pooled around him.
"Please…don't…don't leave me like…this," The driver pleaded as he tried to apply pressure to his bloody stump. "Just let me go…please?"
"Can't do that buddy," Randy shook his head, denying the drivers request. He walked away for a moment and, turned around seeing how the driver was loosing blood fast and said, "But hey, you probably won't feel this at all… then again, I hope I'm wrong." He ejected the empty 40mm shell and slipped in the 40mm incendiary inside. "See ya!" He pulled the trigger and ran.
The incendiary shell blasted against a container of ether and blew up. The fire rushed up towards the driver and burned him alive. Randy walked away hearing the man screaming in Chinese till, there were several more explosions shutting the driver up. Randy looked around seeing that everyone was dead.
The entire place looked like the aftermath of a war or those war documentaries he saw on TV growing up; bodies were shot up, dismembered, burned, or blown to pieces. The stench of death was everywhere, smoke was all over the place as several crops of marijuana were burned down and cars were in wrecked except for an old busted up1984 Streetfighter motorcycle. "Well…that's a rap," He said to himself out loud as he walked over to the motorcycle. He smirked as he saw the keys were still in the ignition. He started the bike and, drove over to a small marijuana bush near a destroyed silo while, looking for David. As soon as he got there, he stopped and picked off some of the plants wondering where his little brother was. He called out his name a few times and saw a lone figure. He pocketed some of the weed and drove over to see who it was.
It was David standing still, breathing heavy and gripping onto a bloody machete. His face and parts of his clothes were caked with dried blood, and his eyes looked like they would make a military veteran piss in their pants. In front of David were several bodies that were gutted, and various body parts were brutally chopped off.
Randy stared at his brother and wondered how he was capable of doing all of this. "David? What the fuck did you do out here?"
"I played mass murderer with the fellas…I won," David said stretching his arms. "He looked over at the barn that Randy was in earlier. "What about you? What did you do back in there?"
"Oh, that? Just played a little game of arson and won, that's all." Randy said laughing. "You think Brett is coming back for us?"
"Yeah," David answered as he pulled out the flare and ignited it. He waved it back and forth looking around to see if the Annihilator would show up.
"You think Paul is gonna like what we did to the place?" Randy asked looking around at the damage the two brothers have caused.
"Like it? Shit, he's gonna love what we did to them." David said as he saw the Annihilator come towards them.
The Annihilator slowly landed and Brett got out. He saw the two of them and shook his head at the damage they caused. "God-damn, you two caused all of this?"
"Damn right," Randy grinned as he walked to the gunship and got inside.
"Shit, from the mess you guys made, you two make the Australian-American war look like after school fight." Brett looked at David and how much of a mess he was in and, holding onto the machete like it was only lifeline. "Christ…you looked like you've seen hell as well as took a joyride in it."
"Of course I've seen hell. This is Daytona City…the bigger sister to Vice City, and only the fourth worst city to live in." David said as he walked towards the gunship and got inside.
Brett got back inside and in a short minute, the Annihilator slowly lifted up from the ground. Both David and Randy sat quietly and looked out at the farm, basking in the splendor of their mayhem. Brett fired off the last salvo of rockets he had left, and pulled out of there quickly. The rockets struck against a silo, and a burned up barn exploding and burning brightly. Anyone within several miles would think it was the biggest bonfire they ever saw.
Nobody said a word as the Annihilator flew back to the city. It was almost 6:30pm as the sun was starting to settle down. The gunship flew towards the junkyard as the sound of fire trucks were racing through the city.
David looked out from his side and saw ten fire trucks accompanied by over twenty police cars driving as fast as they can. They're probably heading all the way to the outskirts. I bet some neighbor saw the fire get bigger and called, David thought as the Annihilator was landing on the helipad in the junkyard. All three of them got out, walking away from the gunship, and back to the Bobcat. Both David and Randy got in the back, while Brett got inside and started driving.
Breaking the silence, Randy said, "So how do you think the Yardies and the Triads are going to feel after what we did?"
David rolled his eyes. "We just blew up one of their large drug processing facilities, including slaughtered over hundred Yardies, Triads and workers alike. They are going to be pissed. We also gotta worry about Pablo and the rest of Luis's cartel coming after us. We already wasted their money man, and their muscle, so expect them to come at us full force."
"I'll keep that in mind," Randy said seeing they were getting closer to the shed.
"How's your arm by the way?" David wondered from earlier.
Randy scoffed. "It went through the meat. Didn't break a bone, just hurts like a bitch to move it a little bit now.
"Get that shit checked out," David said as the Bobcat slowed down. Both of them got out while, Brett stayed inside for a bit.
"You two boys are something else, I tell you what. Any friend of Paul's is a friend of mine. So if either of you need any guns, or some of the heavy firepower, give me a ring. I'll see what I can manage." Brett stepped out of thee truck and looked at the two brothers. "Semper Fi." Brett saluted them and walked towards the shed, leaving the two by themselves.
"Now that's a marine," Randy said as he started walking to the Clover.
"Hoorah," David muttered as he ran up to his brother. "Pop the trunk open," The trunk opened and David stripped the body armor off and the placed the machete in the trunk. He then got inside the Clover and closed the door.
"Hey umm…your cell phones ringing," Randy said as he picked it up from off the dashboard. He read the name the caller ID displayed and his eyes widened. "Lilly? Wait…that Lilly!? As in Lilly, the lounge singer!? As in Johnny's main squeeze!?" Randy laughed nudging his little brother with his elbow, "You knocking boots with the boss's son's woman?" Randy laughed even more as he started the car.
"Shut up," David grabbed the phone and checked. Seventeen missed calls. What the hell did she want? He thought as he dialed the number. He waited for her to pick up while, he lowered the volume to the radio. He then heard some loud techno music, including people yelling and carrying on.
"Hello?"
"Lilly is that you?" David wondered.
"David? Oh, thank God! I've tried to call you earlier, but you didn't answer. What the fuck were you doing all this time?" Lilly yelled through the music.
David looked at his blood smeared face and clothes and simply said, "Work. Now what do you want?"
"Well, I need your help in this. I need you really fucking badly!"
David's face went beet red. "But…uh…umm, I thought."
"Keep it in your pants David, I didn't mean it like that!"
"Well then what did you want from me then?" David asked.
"I need you to bring your car, some money, and come down to the Daytona Speedway over on Lennox and Tyruse." Lilly explained as he wated a couple of bikers perform tricks.
"How much money are we talking about?" David said wondering how much was this going to come out of his wallet. He heard silence. "Hello? How much?"
"Fifteen grand." Lilly said apologetically. "Look I need the money…please David."
"Why don't you ask your boyfriend to hand it to you." David scoffed.
"He'll cuss me out and do God knows what," Lilly said watching the bikers perform one more stunt. "Just bring the money here and your car. I'll explain it later!" She hung up quickly as several racers approached her. She felt nervous as they continued looking at her pissed off. "He'll be here guys, I swear."
"He better be, or we're taking it out on you and your car." One driver said cracking his knuckles.
David stared at the city nightlife for a moment and finally spoke,"Randy, drive me to my place. Lilly's in trouble." David said as he set his cell phone down.
"What kind of trouble?" Randy asked as he passed a red light.
"Money trouble…and it also includes my car. Now step on it."
Randy stomped on the gas, and the Clover zoomed through the street.
To be continued...