Three Against Three: Chaos in New York

Arc Four: Big Apple Troubles and Miami Blues

Part 2: Return of the Bandits

New York City Dock Rail Yard-Brooklyn

December 21, 1991-5:10 A.M.

(Harry's PoV:)

The sudden jolt of the freight train coming to a stop wakes me from a dream about being a rich casino owner, and being close friends with Tony Montana from the movie, Scarface. "Marv, wake up, you blockhead!" I quietly snap at Marv. I kick him in the groin, causing him to whimper.

"What'd you do that for, Harry?" Marv groans, stirring.

"The New York City-bound freight train that we snuck on back in Chicago has stopped. We have to get off fast, before someone catches us, you idiot," I explain. I slide back the door and jump off the train, onto the platform. I quickly pull out my gun, to be safe. The area is mostly quiet, save for the noise of the trains and the horns of the boats passing by. It's still dark out, and no one else is around. The area is cold. I can see the lit buildings of Manhattan, brightly glowing from across the river. "Smell that, Marv? That's the smell of freedom."

"No, it smells like a mix of shit and smog," Marv replies, as he jumps off onto the platform. The both of us are hiding in a secluded spot, where no one can see us.

I just roll my eyes. "Whatever, Marv," He's missing the point, as always.

"So, what's the plan, Harry?" he asks, yawning.

"We find some clothes to replace these prison uniforms. Then, we meet up with the contact from the cartel in Central Park, to hear more about this job they want us to do,"

"OK," Marv nods. "So, where are we going to find clothes? The money that we stole from that guard we murdered wasn't that much. And, we can't just walk into a store, since we're escapees from jail."

I angrily walk up to him. "Marv, will you shut up? You're going to blow the entire plan. Someone could overhear,"

"Sorry, Harry," Marv raises his hands in defense, scared that I'm going to hit him.

"Next time, I won't be so nice," I warn, suddenly noticing two dock workers appear near the area, where we're hiding. One of them is taking a leak into the river, while talking to the other person.

"Hey, Marv. I have an idea," I whisper the plan I just came up with to him.

"Wouldn't that attract attention?" Marv questions.

"Nobody else is around, except us, at the moment. Plus, the both of them might've overheard your big mouth," I reply, still watching the two workers. "OK, let's move." I signal for us to move.

Marv nods, as the two of us stealthily move out from where we were hiding. We move slowly towards the two workers, while checking no one else is around. Once we're close enough, Marv and I quickly place our hands over the two workers' mouths. We quickly knock out both of them by pistol whipping them in the head with our guns, to keep them from getting anyone's attention. We drag them back to where we were hiding.

"OK, now what?" Marv asks.

"Take their clothes," I reply, simply. Marv nods, as we strip them of their clothes. We just leave their tighty-whities and socks. We also pocket a fair amount of valuables and cash they have on-hand. "It's our luck these clothes fit us," I say to Marv, zipping up the jacket. "Aw, that feels much better."

"Yeah. So, what do we do with the bodies?" Marv asks, fixing the collar of his jacket.

I smile, nastily. "Put a bullet in their skulls, and then dump them into the river,"

Marv smiles, too. "What are we waiting for, then?"

Two less bullets, and one big splash later, Marv and I are on our way to getting the cartel out of our lives forever. We may also be getting a piece of the score from the heist, and hopefully some help in getting our revenge against that girl and her brother, for the pain they caused us last year…

New York City Subway Station-Central Park

December 21, 1991-6:50 A.M.

(Harry's PoV:)

"That subway ride was more disgusting than the train ride we took from Chicago. Annoying bums…" Marv complains, as we both walk up the stairs from the subway station to street level.

I roll my eyes. "Marv, just shut up and enjoy the surroundings. We're in New York City, for god sakes…"

The weather is cold and cloudy, as we reach street level. The area seems to be busy with people, with it being daylight. Marv and I make our way to Central Park, to meet up with the contact. We grab four hot dogs for Marv and I, from a nearby hot dog stand.

"So, how do we find this contact exactly, Harry?" Marv asks after taking a bite of his hot dog. We walk into the park and find an empty bench to sit down on. The park itself isn't that busy; just a bunch of dirty, homeless bums, wandering around.

"The paper says the contact will be looking for us. I guess we just wait. I'm sure someone from cartel knows what we look like. They have our file, after all," I reply, as I'm enjoying this hot dog. It's better than that prison slop we've been eating for the past nine months.

A loud grunt suddenly catches our attention. It comes from the person standing in front of us. He's about six feet tall, and dressed in a suit. He has a broad body, blond, with a scary-looking mug; especially with those scars and mean eyes. Marv is shaking, while I feel intimidated, but I don't show it.

"Are you Merchants and Lime?" the man addresses us in an accent, similar to the doctor, who broke us out of jail.

"Yes," I nod. "Are you our contact?"

"Follow me please," He motions us.

"I think this is our contact from the cartel. Let me do all the talking," I whisper to Marv. The both of us get up from the bench and follow him to a more secluded area of the park, where no one is around. Our contact doesn't look like the type of person who enjoys talking.

"We've arrived," The guy pats down both Marv and I for any weapons. He takes our pistols, in the process. "Follow me please. Dr. Petrov is waiting to see you."

The nameless big guy escorts us to a secluded picnic area, where Dr. Petrov is sitting, smoking a cigar. An ugly woman is sitting next to him. She's looking over some files. "Welcome to New York, Harry and Marv. I'm glad you made it," Dr. Petrov greets, as he motions for the both of us to sit, which we do. "Cigar? Whiskey? Caviar?"

Marv and I just accept a cigar and whiskey. We pass on the caviar, since the idea of eating raw fish eggs doesn't sound real pleasant, especially after eating two hot dogs. "I found these weapons on them after searching them, Dr. Petrov," our contact speaks, while handing over our weapons to Petrov.

"Excellent, Louis," Petrov speaks to our contact, whose name is "Louis", apparently. "Sorry about that, gentlemen, but we can't take any chances. You will get your weapons back, once we conclude our business," Dr. Petrov speaks. "This is Louis Sneeden, our jack of all trades and most trusted member of the cartel. Just don't get on his bad side." he refers to the person, who escorted us here.

"Nice to meet you, Louis," Marv and I reply, not wanting to get on his bad side. Louis just grunts, as he keeps watch—his hand is close to his pocket.

"With the introductions out of the way, let's get down to business," Dr. Petrov speaks. "You may recall we had a discussion back in Chicago about performing a heist for the cartel, in exchange for clearing a debt you owe them. The debt, of course, being the money you cost the cartel for your failure last year."

"So, what kind of heist are we performing, exactly?" I ask.

"The job that needs your fine talents, is robbing Duncan's Toy Chest on the 24th of this month at midnight," Petrov explains.

"I see why you picked a toy store. Toy stores this time of the year generate lots of money, with it being the holidays," I add.

"That's right, Harry. Hector has also generously agreed to pay you both $25,000 each, plus a small percentage of the loot taken from the heist, if you succeed,"

"That's very nice of Hector," I reply, feeling the greed flow.

"But, if you two fail, I won't be so generous, when I painfully, and slowly, kill the both of you. I should've done it last year, while you two were in jail, but Petrov talked me out of it. So, you'd better succeed, if you want to live," Hector's voice speaks, scaring Marv and I, since we don't see him anywhere.

"We hear Hector's voice, but don't see him anywhere?" I ask Petrov.

"I'm right here, you idiots," the woman speaks, removing the wig. It's Hector, dressed as the ugly woman.

"So, the rumors are true, about you killing the old cartel, while dressed as a woman," I say, curiously.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Hector laughs, evilly. "Petrov, give them the papers," he snaps.

"Gentlemen, I was able to procure a copy of the floor plans, security documents, etc…from Duncan's, to assist you with the planning of the heist. Use them well," Dr. Petrov says, handing me the papers.

"Before we conclude this meeting, you will be assigned quarters at our base of operations. The F.B.I. is after you, in case you didn't know. Louis will take you there," Hector tells us, trusting us not to blab it. "I might consider making you full members of the cartel, if you succeed, that is."

"That's very nice of you, Hector," I feel he's being too nice. I'm kind of paranoid now, knowing the F.B.I. is looking for us.

"Well, you're dismissed, for now, Harry and Marv. I'm sure you would like to rest a bit and eat. Louis, take them to HQ please," Hector orders.

"Will you and Petrov be safe, while I'm gone?" Louis asks.

"We'll be fine, Louis. I have to go to work, and Petrov has to pick up some things for an experiment," Hector replies.

"Alright. You two, follow me to the car please," Louis requests.

"Have a good day," Hector tells us, creeping out Marv and I. We follow Louis to the car, wondering what to make of the situation. I climb into the nice Rolls Royce with Marv. Little do we know, Louis is keeping an eye on us, under Hector's orders…

END