On the outskirts of Rogers City
"Hey kid, we're here. Wake up," said Tommy as he began to shake Lincoln. The boy slowly began to open his eyes, taking a second for his vision to focus. Once it did, he realized he was surrounded by darkness, as the outside was now covered in the shroud of night. As he looked out the window, he could see that the van was surrounded by trees of a dense forest. In front of the van, he could see an open patch full of rocks and grass, with a vast lake in front of it. The lake seemed to go on for miles as if it were the ocean.
"What time is it? Where are we"? Lincoln asked while still a bit dazed.
"It's 9:35 pm, and we're at Lake Haroun" Tommy answered. He was organizing the backpacks full of heroin, ensuring that everything was all set and ready to go. Chainz and Henry exited the Van and made their way to the back. They opened the back doors, letting the light of the moon shine throughout the van. The two men began grabbing weapons from the bag next to Lincoln. Chainz grabbed an M16 assault rifle, along with seven magazines. While Henry took out an M249 Saw LMG, along with two other boxes of ammo belts. The size of the gun shocked Lincoln, as he stared at the beast in awe. Henry took note of this and smiled.
"She's a big fucker, eh? This motherfucker can hold over six hundred bullets and shoot one hundred rounds a minute. Do you ever want to tear through a fucking vehicle full of guys? Well, this is the fucking gun to do it. They only give these fuckers out to the United States military. Some high fucking powered shit," explained Henry. Lincoln was fascinated the gun. He'd have never seen a weapon as grand as the one Henry was holding. It was admittedly one of the coolest things he'd ever seen.
"How'd y'all get your hands on it"? Asked Lincoln curiously.
"We're arms traffickers' kid, selling high tech military grade weaponry is just what we do. Now as for where the fuck we get this shit, well we usually buy it from the fucking Russians or Mexican Cartels. Which they steal from NATO or the US Marines," explained Tommy, who was now rummaging through the bag of weapons while a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"Wait, people steal from NATO and the US military"? Asked Lincoln in shock. Despite participating in big crimes, stealing things like weapons from government officials sounded insane to him. It sounded too much like a movie.
"Shit kid, you'd be surprised how much fucking crime goes on throughout the world. The longer you're in our crazy little fucking line of work, the more you'll realize one thing. It doesn't fucking matter where you live, how much money you make, or what your status is. Crime happens fucking everywhere. From the Ghettos of Detroit all the way to the rich of Beverly Hills. And of course, it runs up to the politicians that run the fucking world. Doesn't matter the country. From Brazil to China, crime fucking exists," said Tommy. He proceeded to pull out an M4A1 from the bag, along with five magazines. He then took out an MP5 SMG, and handed it to Lincoln, taking the boy by surprise as he stared at the weapon. "Take it, kid. Chances are we're going to run into the American or Canadian coast guard, who are fucking armed to the teeth. We all need to arm ourselves with things a little bit heavier than some shotguns and pistols," said Tommy as he winked at Lincoln.
The boy took hold of the gun, feeling its cold steel in the palm of his grip. Up until this point, the only weapons he had been firing were pistols, and this was the biggest gun he had held. He felt a sense of power, resisting the urge to smile as he grabbed the handle. Tommy proceeded to hand him six clips for the firearm, as he taught him how it worked. Despite it being a quick lesson, Lincoln understood and was confident that he could manage it, technical-wise. He shoved the clips in his pants, before hopping out of the vehicle. The four of them, now armed, grabbed the bags of heroin and money, and proceeded to walk away from the van. They walked a good distance along the shore before they eventually came up to a boat. The boat was a medium-sized blue Lowe fishing boat. Equipped with four seats, along with a fishing seat in the front.
"Sweet! The boats here, just as Monty promised," Henry exclaimed.
"Who's Monty"? Asked Lincoln.
"He's one of our bosses for the Devils Riders. We're meeting him in Canada where he'll pick it up along with some Dogs of Inferno members. They had someone leave a fucking boat for us so we could cross," answered Tommy. The four then proceeded to hop into the boat. Henry and Tommy were in the front, while Lincoln and Chainz sat in the back. Once they were situated, Tommy proceeded to turn on the engine, before sailing the boat away from the shore and into the vast dark lake.
The boat ride along the water was quiet and eerie. A light fog surrounded the area, as the hum of the boat's engine was all that could be heard. Not even the sound of crickets was present. Just dead silence. The boat's spotlights were turned off to avoid any detection from any coast guard in the area. As they were now crossing the border into Canada, they knew that Canadian or American military boats would be somewhere in the area. The fire at the tip of Tommy's cigarette was the only light that could be seen for miles.
"Man, it's too fucking quiet. I don't fucking like it", said Chainz as he surveyed the vast waters.
"Yea, but let's just hope it stays that way. I really don't want to have to fight in this dingy ass fucking boat," replied Henry. Lincoln held his gun close to him, as he began to get nervous. The vast empty and dark waters were starting to get to him, as he felt that any moment another boat would come across their path. That's when he saw it.
"Guys…am I hallucinating or is that another boat over there"? asked Lincoln. The three other guys turned their heads in the direction that the boy was pointing at, and in the distance, they could faintly see a black object above the shoreline, but they couldn't tell what it was.
"I'm…not sure. I can't fucking tell what the fuck it is from over here", said Tommy.
"Whatever it is, it looks like it's getting fucking closer", noted Chainz.
"Shit you're fucking right, we need to get the fuck out of here", replied Tommy. He pressed down on the acceleration and sped off away from the object. But upon sailing only a couple of feet, the four of them were shocked when a large searchlight shined in front of them. It was so bright that Lincoln could feel his vision go fuzzy. Once he got his sight back, his heart stopped at what was in front of them. It was another boat. It looked military, and the words UNITED STATES COAST GUARD was painted on the side. There were three US soldiers in the boat. One was at the helm, one was holding the spotlight, and the third was aiming his M16 assault rifle at them. The captain at the helm took hold of a megaphone and began to talk.
"HALT, THIS IS THE UNITED STATES COAST GUARD. WE ORDER YOU TO TURN OFF YOUR BOAT AND KEEP YOUR HANDS UP. WE WILL DOCK YOU", he said. Tommy looked at them with sweat dripping down his face. He was now nervous.
"I'M SORRY BUT THAT CAN'T HAPPEN. JUST LET US PASS AND WE'LL BE ON OUR WAY", he shouted back.
"SIR WE CAN'T ALLOW THAT. WE ALL HAVE YOU COMPLETELY SURROUNDED TOO. DON'T TRY ANYTHING FUNNY", replied the captain.
"We all?" thought Lincoln. Suddenly multiple spotlights began activating around them, revealing more boats. There must've been six or seven total coast guard boats, all full of soldiers. They were indeed, completely surrounded.
"Fuck. FUCK. We're completely fucking surrounded! Cocksuckers are fucking everywhere! God Damnit"! Tommy shouted in fear. He looked in every direction, trying to find an opening. But there was none. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he turned to face the others with a look of intent. As he held up his rifle, Henry and Chainz understood what he was implying. Lincoln, however, was worriedly looking in every direction, overwhelmed by the number of boats that surrounded them.
"Hey kid, I need you to focus right now. We don't have a lot of fucking options. We either fight or end up in prison. Just stay the fuck cool and take cover behind the boat's walls. I know they're fucking small, but we don't really have much of a choice. Just fire where you can", Ordered Tommy. With a hint of nervousness, Lincoln just nodded his head. Tommy turned his attention back to Chainz and Henry, who were readying their weapons. "We can't stay in this motherfucking boat, or our asses will be fucking ripped to shreds. I need y'all to lay covering fire. Chainz, fire on the motherfuckers to the right of us. Henry, you take the son of a bitches to the left. Lincoln, I need you to fucking unload on the fuckers behind us. All of y'all try and take out their fucking spotlights, we need to blind these fuckers. I'm going to try something crazy. I'm going to try and sail up to the motherfucker in front of us so we can steal his boat. We're not getting far without it. Y'all understand the plan"? asked Tommy. All three of them nodded their heads, as they began to take cover, aiming their weapons at the sides of the boat. This sudden action prompted the soldiers on each of the opposing boats to take cover. Aiming their weapons back at the four.
With one last warning, the captain of the boat in front of them shouted in the megaphone, "PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS NOW OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE. YOU HAVE TILL THE COUNT OF THREE". Tommy readied himself, as he placed one hand on the steering wheel, and the other holding his rifle, which was aimed at the boat in front of them.
"1…". Henry opened up the leg stands of his LMG, mounting the beast on the thin small walls of the boat.
"2…". Chainz cocked back the charging handle of his M16, squatting behind one of the walls as he aimed at the row of boats to their right. Aiming specifically at the boat in the middle.
"3…". Lincoln took a deep breath, doing his best to quell his nerves. He thought about his friends and family. About Taylor. He even thought of Misty. For a moment, he had his mind set that he was going to die right there in that boat in the middle of the lake. Brushing away his inner thoughts, we took aim over the wall at the boats behind them, cocking back and hitting down the front bolt of his MP5, ready to fire as his breathing began to get faster.
"OPEN FIRE"! the captain of the boat yelled. Immediately, the surrounding boats began to unload a hailstorm of bullets. While Lincoln, Chainz, and Henry began firing back. Henry was able to quickly take out the boats on the left spotlights, as the sheer ferocity of his weapon tore through the boats, causing some of the soldiers to quickly cease fire and duck in cover. The few unfortunate who didn't were torn limb from limb by the ruthless bullets ejected from Henry's mighty M249 Saw. A fountain of blood and heads erupting could be seen on the boats as Henry fired continuously.
On Chainz's side, he was able to shoot out three of the four boats' spotlights but had to take cover as the soldiers began returning fire, hitting him twice in the arm. He quickly reloaded his weapon, before popping out of cover and firing back. He managed to kill three soldiers, before having to take cover again from more counterfire.
Meanwhile Lincoln only had to deal with the one boat behind them, though the young boy had quite a difficult time. His aim was not good, and as a result, he mostly just sprayed bullets in the general area of the spotlight and soldiers. He managed to kill the soldier holding the spotlight but had to take cover as the other soldiers were able to hit Lincoln, grazing his right ear. Lincoln yelped in pain as ducked behind the wall, cupping his bloody ear in agony. He could feel a small portion of the top of his ear be torn off as if someone were to pull an earring right out of someone's ear. Although the pain was great, his adrenaline took front and center, as he grabbed his gun back and began firing back at the boat, managing to take out the spotlight. However, Lincoln received another gunshot in his left arm, and then another in his right hand. Fortunately, both bullets shot right through, though the fiery pain could be felt.
Meanwhile, Tommy was now speeding towards the boat in front of them, firing at them as best as he could. He was able to kill the soldier manning the spotlight and take out the spotlight itself. The soldier with the gun managed to shoot Tommy three times through his left shoulder, grazing the side of his neck, and going through his left arm. Though Tommy still continued forward, firing like a madman at the soldier with the gun. He shot the soldier four times through the chest, sending the now-dead man to the ground with a blood-stained chest. As Chainz shot out the last spotlight, the area became black again. The shots of guns were the only light that could be seen. At this point, everyone was shooting blind. Tommy, however, was able to sail right up the boat, stopping his own watercraft right next to it.
"EVERYONE HOP THE FUCK OUT AND GOT ON THIS BOAT", Tommy shouted. Chainz and Lincoln began grabbing the bags of heroin and money, throwing them over the soldier's boat as Henry continued firing at the row of opposing boats. He eventually was able to completely blow one of the soldier's boats up, causing a large eruption of fire to light up the darkness. Soon the nearby boats were now set ablaze. Lincoln could hear the unpleasant ear-piercing screams of soldiers as they began to burn. It was a sound that would haunt him.
Using this as a distraction, Tommy began climbing on top of the soldier's boat, firing at the captain as he began to peek over. Bullets shattered through the captains' windows, painting the helms box in dark red. "GET THE FUCK UP HERE GUYS, IT'S CLEAR", he shouted as he ran towards the helm. Lincoln, Chainz, and Tommy began climbing up onto the boat, falling to the floor in exhaustion upon getting on. Lincoln and Chainz were beginning to feel their gunshot wounds, as the pain was unbearable. Henry reloaded his Saw with a new box, before opening fire at the remaining boats. Meanwhile, Tommy took the steering wheel and began to sail away, ignoring the fiery pain that he felt in his neck and arm. Soon they were out of sight from the scene, and back in the cover of darkness.
"Let's hurry up and get the fuck to Canada before more of those fuckers show up. Let's just hope the Canadian military isn't fucking waiting at the spot", said Tommy.
ON THE SHORELINE OF TORONTO
It had been about an hour and a half since the firefight on the lake. Henry did his best to treat Lincoln, Chainz, and Tommy's wounds with the medical supplies that were on the boat. But ultimately, he just bandaged them up and gave them morphine. They eventually made their way to the shoreline, now officially entering Canada. Tommy steered the vessel into a hidden clearing along the shoreline that went into the woods. From there he put the boat to a stop and looked out the window. On the shore was a group of men. Three of them were bikers, while two other men were in the van. They were all armed and were waiting by the shoreline. Tommy stepped out of the helm box and out to the front of the boat. One of the bikers got off his bike and made his way toward the boat. He was a tall and skinny Hispanic male. He had a large scar on his left eye and a bushy mustache. He was wearing a black baseball cap, a black hoodie, a black leather vest with the Devil's Riders symbol on the back, black jeans, and black boots. He was holding an AK 47 over his shoulder, as a lit cigarette was dangling from his mouth.
"Aye yo Tommy, what the fuck happened man? Once we heard what happened in Detroit, we didn't think y'all fools weren't gonna be here. Then we heard fucking gunfire miles out", The man said.
"Yea we had some issues with the coast guard along the way. But we took care of it. Back in Detroit, the fucking deal was actually an undercover sting by the fucking Detroit Police Department. Jason and T-Dawg got fucking killed. We were able to get the heroin and keep the money though. So at least their fucking deaths weren't in vain", replied Tommy. The man looked back to the other two bikers, who all looked saddened by the news. He returned his attention back to Tommy, taking a hit from his cigarette before blowing the smoke out from his nose.
"Chainz and Henry still with you"? the man asked. Tommy nodded his head, as Chainz, Henry and Lincoln walked up to the front beside Tommy, revealing themselves to the men. The bikers and the two men in the van were confused at the sight of Lincoln. "Aye yo Tommy, what the fuck man? Who the fuck is this little kid?" The biker asked. Tommy put his arm around Lincoln and smiled.
"This motherfucker is Loud Ace, he's the one who fucking torched the Ballin Heights drug factories along with his partner. The kids been a great help man", Tommy said vouching for Lincoln. The man looked at Lincoln curiously, taking another hit from his cigarette before blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"Is that so…so you're the motherfucka who the police put a $300,000 bounty on. Not bad kid. The names Diego, by the way. You look like shit kid. All y'all do", Diego said. He took out his cigarette from his mouth, threw it on the ground, and snuffed it out with the heel of his boot. "We got a motel for y'all down the fucking street. Just go north and down the highway and you'll end up in Mississauga. There's a fucking motel by the name of Kington Inn. Room 23 is y'alls room. We'll send a fucking doctor for y'all. Just fucking sleep there for the night, clean y'all selves up, and enjoy tomorrow. Don't draw any attention to ya'selves for fuck sake. The military will mostly be heavy in Hamilton and the city of Toronto, so fucking avoid those places. We'll send y'all an address to go to in Hamilton that will allow y'all to cross the fucking border without having to go through a fucking military checkpoint. Here's the key to your room", explained Diego. He pulled out a silver key from his pocket, throwing it at Tommy who caught it with his good arm. Henry and Chainz began to toss down the bags of heroin and money. While the other bikers grabbed the bags and threw them into the back of the Dogs Infernos van. Once the bags were accounted for, Lincoln, Chainz, Henry, and Tommy made their way off the boat and onto the shore. Waiting for them was a large duffel bag of cash.
"There's ya fucking pay for the job. That's $2,4000,000 in there. Originally it was supposed to be $400,000 a fucking man, but since we're down two fuckin guys, y'all just got a fuckin pay increase. Congratulations motherfuckas, I know it wasn't fucking easy, but y'all just earned ya'selves fucking $600,000 a person". Diego said. He handed Tommy a pair of car keys. "There's a fucking SUV on the road just behind those trees. Take it. We'll take the guns off y'all too. Ya did a good fucking job Tommy. All of ya. Seriously the fucking bosses are gonna be fucking happy. Just rest and enjoy ya time here. Ya earned it", Diego exclaimed before walking back to his bike. Once all the guns, heroin and cash were loaded, the three bikers and van sped out of the forest and on the road, their taillights disappearing into the darkness. Tommy took a sigh of relief, as he grabbed the bag of money that was left for them.
"Come on guys, let's go to the fucking motel room, get patched up and go get a fucking drink and a bite".