DAY 4: CHAPTER 9:
Truck on down.
I stepped outside, explosions we're as common as mosquitos at ten PM in the summer. I walked across the street while taking some heat from the fires in the Casino.
I saw where the sirens were coming from - not a police car, but a fire truck. This fire truck was loud and obnoxious. As usually, I could've killed the driver and I desperately wanted to.
The firemen broke the glass of a Yakuza Stinger to get the hose to the Casino. The back was attached to the truck, which was attached to a fire hydrant. I felt sorry for the Yakuza; they had lost a good portion of their thugs. And Kenji! Where was Kenji?
I saluted the firemen. They didn't ignore me, probably just saw me as a convict who wanted out (which I was). The fires were going up the building as three firemen went in and one used the hose on the truck to put out the fires.
That's when I looked up. I saw a helicopter on top of Kenji's casino.
Driving was a drug for me, always did the job over headaches and bad day's. When I saw that helicopter, I felt the head rush of a lifetime. This ride would be awesome, the time of my life as I knew it.
And so I rushed up the stairs. The stairs were hot, but I could handle it. Atleast, I thought I could. Just don't look back, I told myself. Don't look back and you'll be fine. And I was fine. I was fine all the way up until I fell.
I fell, spiraling downwards to my sudden death. Then, I felt a sudden shock in my chest. The fire truck's hose had hit me right in the gut. I was soaked, and lucky I had a leather jacket above my gray tee shirt. The hose pushed me up, and up to the helicopter.
I landed on the blade, with my M-16 holster crashing into the blade and then into my gut. I slipped off the helicopter, bleeding slowly in my gut. I couldn't tell if I was bleeding from the hose or the blade, but I thought the blade.
I had no choice but to take the controls of something I had done once in my lifetime, in which I had supervision.
I had to fly with a helicopter that I didn't know what many of the controls were.
This joystick must control direction, I thought. And this red button should start about the engine. This meter altitude. And so I recalled what I did.
On the other hand, I forgot how long you were supposed to let the engine rev up, and I pulled to early. The helicopter took air for a second, until I got to the edge of the building and spiraled downward once again.
In a twist of events on the un-mapped road of my story, there was an explosion from the fire that launched my helicopter back into the air as I was about to crash. I flew up, barely avoiding the fire hose and a building. I was lucky.
Not lucky enough to know where Kenji or Asuka were, though. Better find 'em.
I stepped outside, explosions we're as common as mosquitos at ten PM in the summer. I walked across the street while taking some heat from the fires in the Casino.
I saw where the sirens were coming from - not a police car, but a fire truck. This fire truck was loud and obnoxious. As usually, I could've killed the driver and I desperately wanted to.
The firemen broke the glass of a Yakuza Stinger to get the hose to the Casino. The back was attached to the truck, which was attached to a fire hydrant. I felt sorry for the Yakuza; they had lost a good portion of their thugs. And Kenji! Where was Kenji?
I saluted the firemen. They didn't ignore me, probably just saw me as a convict who wanted out (which I was). The fires were going up the building as three firemen went in and one used the hose on the truck to put out the fires.
That's when I looked up. I saw a helicopter on top of Kenji's casino.
Driving was a drug for me, always did the job over headaches and bad day's. When I saw that helicopter, I felt the head rush of a lifetime. This ride would be awesome, the time of my life as I knew it.
And so I rushed up the stairs. The stairs were hot, but I could handle it. Atleast, I thought I could. Just don't look back, I told myself. Don't look back and you'll be fine. And I was fine. I was fine all the way up until I fell.
I fell, spiraling downwards to my sudden death. Then, I felt a sudden shock in my chest. The fire truck's hose had hit me right in the gut. I was soaked, and lucky I had a leather jacket above my gray tee shirt. The hose pushed me up, and up to the helicopter.
I landed on the blade, with my M-16 holster crashing into the blade and then into my gut. I slipped off the helicopter, bleeding slowly in my gut. I couldn't tell if I was bleeding from the hose or the blade, but I thought the blade.
I had no choice but to take the controls of something I had done once in my lifetime, in which I had supervision.
I had to fly with a helicopter that I didn't know what many of the controls were.
This joystick must control direction, I thought. And this red button should start about the engine. This meter altitude. And so I recalled what I did.
On the other hand, I forgot how long you were supposed to let the engine rev up, and I pulled to early. The helicopter took air for a second, until I got to the edge of the building and spiraled downward once again.
In a twist of events on the un-mapped road of my story, there was an explosion from the fire that launched my helicopter back into the air as I was about to crash. I flew up, barely avoiding the fire hose and a building. I was lucky.
Not lucky enough to know where Kenji or Asuka were, though. Better find 'em.