A few minutes later…
New York 8th Avenue.
Rick Johnson and Elliott Martin stop right in front of the Madison Square Garden. They are witnessing all the fans of sport heading into the place to spend a good time. The people have brought along them their families,their food,their favorite football team shirt…
As Elliott focuses on the spectators,Rick spots a few afro-american thugs hanging out together to do their usual stuff. Rick examines them and finds out that they are proudly carrying pistols in their pants.
Suddenly,one of them spots our duo and walks to them. He knocks on the glass ; Martin gladly opens the window in half and talks to the younger man.
" May we do something for you ? "
" You two seem to be lost… I don't know you… But you ?! " He is mentioning Rick. " I saw your head somewhere. "
" I'm usually filming advertisements about… pants. Yeah,pants. "
" Do I look like someone watching advertisements for pants ? "
Rick decides to take a look at his pant. It was a green kaki pants with a lot of dirts on it.
" Indeed. With a pants like that,no wonder you don't watch it. "
" WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY PANTS ?! " Suddenly the man points his gun at our hero who doesn't flinch once. Meanwhile,Elliott takes his hands at his AK-47 and waits for the good timing. The others gangster try to reason their friend.
" Hey hey hey… Let's all calm down for a second. Sir,could you move somewhere else,please ? "
" Only if you tell us where is Morietti's club. " Rick asks.
Suddenly… The three gangsters look at each other… Before to burst out laughing. The probable leader puts his elbow on the door and talks some sense into Johnson.
" Listen,the very last thing you wanna do is deal with Morietti… "
" Didn't I tell you ? I only wanna sell my pants… "
" Stop bullshitting us. If you wanna get rid of him,give up. He won't fall that is. "
" That's what you say. He won't fall easily. But it's not the same for you… " After he says that,Martin takes out his AK-47 and shoots the three gangsters in two seconds and half. The bodies quickly fall on the floor and the unfortunate witnesses run away everywhere,into a big chaos.
" You didn't lose all your skill,grandpa ! " Rick comments.
" Call me grandpa once I caught my cane. " Elliott tries to joke around. " Besides… You still didn't tell me why I had to stop here… "
" There's someone I reckon who usually heads in the place often. I remember from my former investigation. "
" Neat ! So,how long are we… " He was gonna ask before Rick rudely interrupts him.
Here's the car. Then,at the intersection,a black Cadillac Seville pasts far away in front of them in average speed. The duo instantly follows it carefully,staying at twenty feet away from it. Elliott takes care to not get them spotted by the enemies who carelessly drive to the strip club.
Rick meanwhile checks his ammunitions and,seeing he just lost one bullet at the garage,he reloads it only with one more bullet. After that,he kindly reloads Elliott's rifle while this one drives before to put it back next to his owner.
After three long minutes,Rick orders to Martin to stop next to a fast-food. At the other side of the street,the Cadillac Seville enters into a secret garage located right next to the strip club with a LED showing a woman in bikini dancing off sexily.
" Is this the place ? "
" Yes. So… " Rick Johnson takes time to think about a plan. Then,ten seconds later,he explains his strategy.
" Go inside,command whatever you wanna eat then… take this. " He gives him a hidden microphone. " I will keep him lit. If you hear whatever gunshot,you come inside and you come to help me. Okay ? "
" Okay. Will you be okay ? "
" In your opinion,how am I still alive ? " After answering this,the former cop gets out of the car and heads to the strip club. Meanwhile Elliott Martin casually enters into the fast-food and checks by the window how Rick handles the security guard.
The main character goes to see the guars who refuses him the entrance.
" Acces denied. You must have a pass… You,come in. " He tells that you a couple who happens to show their own pass. After they went inside,he talks back to Rick.
" Please sir,move out "
" I gotta see someone inside. It's very important. "
" If you want it,I can call that person out. "
" It would be better if I do it myself. "
" In that case… Fuck off ! " Then he takes back his usual gesture. But instead of leaving,Johnson decides to take out his 5-7 and threathen the man.
" Just step aside and nothing will happen. " Unexpectedly,the man doesn't seem surprised.
" You serious ?! I did the Vietman War,nigga… " The security agent goes to disarm Johnson… But despite being thinner than him,he is clearly more experienced than him. So,as he unvolunteerly gives him his right arm,Rick grabs it then tosses him over himself before to stun him with a single punch.
" Everything's under control. " He quickly explains to the lucky witnesses before putting his gun back into his pants. Then he finally enters into the building.
If there's one word to describe the inside of the place,it would be… sensual. The whole place is full of naked woman that it is hard for a sane person to prevent himself from hiding his eyes. Those women mostly play the role of waiters,but also dancers,singers,musicians… and sometimes sexfriends.
They are barely wearing underwears with high heeled big boots. Rick Johnson,ignoring all of this shit,walks through the perverted men before that one of the women grabs his arm gently.
" Honey,would you like a little dance for you alone ? " She asks coyly.
" No thanks. " He answers rudely before to leave her. Then despite the big confusion this place creates,Johnson finally finds the director's office.
" Elliott,do you hear ? I'm heading into the office. "
" Good luck,my friend. " Martin answers through his own micro.
Rick steps in front of the door. Before to get into action,he remembers… that faithful day… his brother died. He recalls Tim's dead body,Morietti's sadistic smile and the water… the water choking him through his nose and mouth,threathening to explode his lungs in thousands. Suddenly,Rick finds himself dreaming about himself into an infinite sea without any earth. He desperately swims back to the surface… When Tim's hands drag him back to the bottom of the ocean. When he stares down at him,he discovers that his dead brother has his skin rotten and his eyes totally white.
" YOU LEFT ME TO DIE ! " That sentence said by Tim wakes him up,out of his nightmare. He finds out quickly his dream lasted only a few seconds. Not losing another second,he opens gently the door,despite his will to end things with Morietti. But once he steps inside,the first person he notices… is a young blonde man sitting onto the boss' chair. Along him stands at least three bodyguards. And unfortunately,no sign of Morietti.
The leader has short blonde hairs along with blue eyes ; he also bears a small wound on the right corner of his cheek. He is wearing a dark suit with a red tie. He is sitting confidently on the chair,one leg onto the other one.
" Were you expecting someone else ?! " The man confidently asks. Rick recognizes the high-pitched german accent.
" Where is Morietti ? " He asks calmly.
" Obviously not here. If you wanna talk business,talk to me. I own this place now. "
" No… Actually you're here because Morietti knew I would come here… So he sent this car as a camouflage… For the last time,where is he ? "
" Listen,I'm not authorized to tell you where… But I can advice you… See,I heard about your brother… The man gets up and sits on his desk. And I am honestly sorry for him… But vengeance isn't worth it. I know this very well… He points at his wound on the mouth. "
" This has nothing to do with you. It's between me and Morietti. Now tell me where he is. Or he will have to find a new director for this club ! "
" Wow a threathening ! Haha… Come on,you're not just gonna kill your way to Morietti,right ?! "
" What prevents me to do that ? "
" I also heard from Morietti…v' Your story about your boss firing you… And I'm sure he wouldn't like the story where you kill a hundred criminals. I'm also sure he won't hesitate to throw you to jail for the rest of your life.
" Morietti told you about me ?! That's right… The corrupt cops ! They must have informed him thag I am off the job. "
" Exactly. So I offer you the best option : give up and I will reward you… With 100.000… No ! $300.000 ! "
" Nothing can pay what Morietti did. "
" That's right. No money can pay that. In that case,take some of this money and leave the town. There are a lot of big cities who would gladly accept a cop like you : Miami,LA,San Francisco… "
" I'll do you a better offer : tell me where he is,leave the town and I won't cut your throat ? "
" Wow wow wow ! Getting better at threathening. Unfortunately,it's not enough to impress. Plus,those are just words in the air. It's not like you are in position of committing it… with thos badasses with me ! "
" Enough talking. Tell me,for the last time,or I'll break all of your neck."
" I don't think it will be ours which will be broken…
All of a sudden,one of the enemies strangles Rick by behind with his arm. The former policeman tries to struggle but the guard gets a good grapple on him. Then he tries to choke him but is neck is very thick. Meanwhile the others guards go to assist closer to the domination. Despite he is alone against four guys,he is stronger and smarter than all of them.
So,after a while and before he passes out,he kicks one of the thugs,making him flip over the desk and knock off the leader. Two down… for now. Then he pushes the fourth guard with his left foot before hitting his agressor's ribs with his shoulder. But the man tosses him onto the wall. Then he tries striking a punch but Rick counters and breaks his right arm before to tackle him on the floor. The remaining security guard takes out a baseball bat from nowhere and swings it to Rick who catches it and strikes it back at him.
Then he hits a big homerun at his head,putting him KO. Meanwhile,the third enemy gets a hand on his leather jacket… Until the former cop strikes his nose with the tip of the bat,breaking it. Then he drops the weapon before to hit three punches to the face while grabbing his tie. Then he smashes his skull against the desk. Suddenly,the leader comes back up and tries to grab the baseball bat ; but Johnson kicks it away against the wall and grabs the last survivor. Then he tackles him onto the desk before to deliver him dozens and dozens of punches until he in unrecognizable.
Finally he stops the brawl and goes to the exit. But just when he was gonna to get his hand on the handle,the door opens and the guy from the entrance comes back,not happy being tricked violently.
" YOU ! I knew I would find you here… "
Not wanting to lose time,Rick Johnson takes out his 5-7 and shoots the man down with three bullets to the torso. The gunshots create at the same a huge panic among the crowd which sends them to the nearest exits. Unfortunately,more enemies in black suits arrive from the entrance,carrying pistols they proudly show up in their fists. Rick Johnson walks forward then manages to headshot two guards before to hide behind a large pillar. He miraculously avoid two bullets that rip off a part of the wall he is hiding behind.
After waiting some small seconds,he shows up his upper body,then hurries and manages to shoot the enemy's left knee. Then he dashes forward and hits the jaw area with his right knee. Then he steals swiftly his Desert Eagle before to quickly head out before more guards arrive from wherever. As he gets out,he finds Elliott Martin harassing one of the guards by shooting him down infinitely despite he us already dead since long.
" Elliott. Stop ! " Rick orders.
" Sorry but I needed to make some space for my magazines… " Both men hastly get into the car and Martin leads themselves out of the area,while the remaining hostile forces shoot on the glasses with small machine guns.
" So… Did you kill him ? "
" He wasn't there.
The sonuvabitch… All of this for nothing !
Nope ! Not for nothing. At least this club won't open for a while… And especially… we got a guest with us !
Really ?! Where ?
HEEEEELP ! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE !
You got your answer. "