Chapter 2
The next morning was a Tuesday but John and his swat team were given the rest of the week off while the secondary squad took over. John awoke to his phone ringing and he groggily sat up and picked up his Motorola cell phone. "Is this John Mason?" The voice on the other end was deep and had a rugged Italian accent. "Yeah, this is John Mason who's this?"
"Hey John it is you. Do you remember me, Toni?" John's eyes widened and he threw down the phone. It cracked against his apartments hard wood polished floor. John quickly put on his blue jeans and leather LCPD jacket and headed out the door.
His apartment was above the ammunation store in Portland and he walked down the metal stairs out onto the street. Then just as he came down the stairs a black mafia sentinel pulled up. John turned around and ran the opposite way into an alley. He could hear the sound of someone chasing him as they splashed through puddles of sewer water.
John bounded up a small flight of stairs that lead out of the alleyway but just as he ran out another mafia sentinel was waiting. Behind him his chaser had caught up and put a handgun to John's head, "Toni would like a word with you." The man said then he shoved John into the car and the tires squealed as it drove out of sight.
As the car pulled into Toni's Italian Restaurant John knew what was coming. In the past he had worked for Toni but that was before he became a cop and member of the swat team. It had been a part of his past that he wanted to forget. Two men in black suits escorted John out of the vehicle and into the restaurant.
They walked in past the tables and chairs and into an office in the back. John was told to sit down and he chose a leather chair that sat parallel to Toni's desk. Then Toni walked in. "Well if it isn't Mr. Mason. The man who tried to kill me ten years ago." Toni had brought up the subject so quick it caught John by surprise. "What do you want Toni?" John asked in a hateful voice.
"What else? I want you dead!" Toni laughed a devious chuckle. "Then why didn't you just shoot me on the streets?" Toni looked over and said, "I'm glad you asked John, I have a job opportunity." Toni looked squarely in John's eyes then again spoke, "You can do this for me or I can kill you." Toni motioned to one of his guards and the man pulled out a colt double eagle pistol and pressed it to the back of John's head. John nervously replied. "All right Toni I'll do it."
The next morning was a Tuesday but John and his swat team were given the rest of the week off while the secondary squad took over. John awoke to his phone ringing and he groggily sat up and picked up his Motorola cell phone. "Is this John Mason?" The voice on the other end was deep and had a rugged Italian accent. "Yeah, this is John Mason who's this?"
"Hey John it is you. Do you remember me, Toni?" John's eyes widened and he threw down the phone. It cracked against his apartments hard wood polished floor. John quickly put on his blue jeans and leather LCPD jacket and headed out the door.
His apartment was above the ammunation store in Portland and he walked down the metal stairs out onto the street. Then just as he came down the stairs a black mafia sentinel pulled up. John turned around and ran the opposite way into an alley. He could hear the sound of someone chasing him as they splashed through puddles of sewer water.
John bounded up a small flight of stairs that lead out of the alleyway but just as he ran out another mafia sentinel was waiting. Behind him his chaser had caught up and put a handgun to John's head, "Toni would like a word with you." The man said then he shoved John into the car and the tires squealed as it drove out of sight.
As the car pulled into Toni's Italian Restaurant John knew what was coming. In the past he had worked for Toni but that was before he became a cop and member of the swat team. It had been a part of his past that he wanted to forget. Two men in black suits escorted John out of the vehicle and into the restaurant.
They walked in past the tables and chairs and into an office in the back. John was told to sit down and he chose a leather chair that sat parallel to Toni's desk. Then Toni walked in. "Well if it isn't Mr. Mason. The man who tried to kill me ten years ago." Toni had brought up the subject so quick it caught John by surprise. "What do you want Toni?" John asked in a hateful voice.
"What else? I want you dead!" Toni laughed a devious chuckle. "Then why didn't you just shoot me on the streets?" Toni looked over and said, "I'm glad you asked John, I have a job opportunity." Toni looked squarely in John's eyes then again spoke, "You can do this for me or I can kill you." Toni motioned to one of his guards and the man pulled out a colt double eagle pistol and pressed it to the back of John's head. John nervously replied. "All right Toni I'll do it."