Chapter four: 'Copland'
"How long will it take you to get here? A week? Ok. Just head to the Ocean View Hotel when you get here and ill meet you there when you get here." Brad finished hanging up the phone. "He'll be here in a week." Brad said to the others. "He'll help us with this problem with unreliable people." Brad mumbled to himself. After that he went up stairs to an old bed room. He let himself fall to the bed and the springs bounced him up and down. He had so many thoughts racing through his head. Mostly about an old friend he had in Liberty. Alex as they called him. Before he knew it, Brad was drifting off into sleep about a beautiful new car. The next thing he knew he heard gunshots. He got up groggily and stumbled to the door and looked over the railing.
When he looked over he saw Kevin, Joe, and Johnny ducking behind a couch and Hatians running through the door. Brad pulled out his two pistols. He tried to take aim but sleepyness was still with him. He let off two shots. One hit a leg and the other hit the ground and ricocheted. He then held the automatic pistol down and shots came out one after another almost all of them hit. By now there were atleast fifteen in the house and they were dropping like flies. Then eventually Kevin let out a round of his M16 and killed the last one. Brad, as if nothing happened walked back upstairs and hit the bed again. The next time he awoke there was complete silence. He peeked out of the window. Street lamps were on. He walked downstairs and saw the others sitting around the tv in various recliners drinking beer. "Brad! You want one?" Johnny said not really asking because he threw a beer at him anyway. Brad caught it and clicked it open.
He sat down on the couch. He nearly drank half of the beer in one long drink. They were watching Just The Five Of Us. "Re-run." Brad said as he watched a little girl light a sofa on fire. Then without warning the door was kicked down and swat members rushed in. "Freeze!" one of them commanded aiming at Brad. Brad stayed as still as he could be. The swat officer looked over his shoulder to bark another command to his team when Brad kicked his AK-47 and jumping to his feet. He pulled out his pistols and released a full clip into the mans head knowing he had a bullet proof vest on. "Everyone upstairs!" Brad shouted as he grabbed the AK-47 and fired toward the door where the other swat had retreated out of. Imediatly everyone rushed up onto the roof. "Johnny, get in the co pilots seat. Kevin. Joe. Stay in the carg area. Im flying." Brad said as they quickly ran to the Hunter Helicopter. The dark pine green of the chopper would help them blend in to the night. Kevin opened a side hatch near the rear of the copter and he and Joe crawled in. Johnny and Brad opened the two glass cockpit sheilds and slide into the leather seats. Brad cranked up the helicopter and soon they were soaring through the air. Behind them pursued two little green police choppers. Brad did a quick 180 and pelted the police helicopters with the gattling gun and they went spining out of control and hit in mid air exploding. "Nice shooting!" Johnny exclaimed.
They were now over the golf course. He landed the Hunter and turned all engines off. It was too dark for anyone to see them. "The cops should have cooled down by morning. We'll have to find a new hideout." Brad said. "Lets just get some sleep for now." he added. In the morning when Brad woke up he looked out the winsheild and saw alot of old golfers staring at them. Brad pulled out and uzi and showed it to them sending them off screaming. He cranked the engine up startleing Johnny and probably the others. "Got any suggestions of a new place to crash?" he asked Johnny. "Hmmmm. Theres some deserted mansions over at Starfish Island. With our touch we could tune one up a bit." Johnny said. Soon they landed in the back yard of a mansion. It had a swiming pool in the back. When they walked in they were suprised to see all the furniture still remaining. Even had electricity. Soon they were at home sweet home. The next morning Brad was sitting in the living room on the sofa. Johnny walked in. "Whats up?" he said. "We were set up." Brad said. When he woke up the next morning and flipped on the tv, what he saw was pure gore. A heavily over weight women was being shown. Except now she looked as if she was de-flated. She was cut open and her intrails were spread around her. Brad had a face of disgust. The reporter came on. "Just yesterday, kind women Poulet was brutaliy murdered in her home. It was only known that she was dead a week after she had been killed due to an aweful stench that neighbors smelled." "Well that takes care of the Haitians for the moment." Brad said and turned the tv off.
He went outside and jumped in his sbare and sped off towards the local pizza store. He parked outside. "A small pepperoni." Brad said as he walked to the short cashier. Suddenly by chance, he turned around and outside he saw some punks with dreadlocks messing with his ride. "Hold that for now." he said to the cashier. "What the hell are you doing." he said when he got outside. "Dis is...a nice ca. One ova kin, no?" the man spoke with a heavy jamacian accent. "Yeah thats right." Brad said. "Da king don wan no competion." one of them said as he pulled out a bat. He pulled back and swung dent the car door in with such force it could have knocked a mans head off. Imediatly, Brad pulled out two colts and pointed them at the other twos heads. The three men all pointed their guns at Brad. "Hey. I dont want no trouble." the cashier said coming out holding a shotgun. Slowly the three men lowered their firearms as did Brad. "You tell your boss i wanna talk with him." Brad said with rage. The three walked over to a car that resembled the voodoo, but had its differences. As they opened the door a great cloud of smoke came out. Luckily Brad didnt start anything with them, he could see atleast two others in the car. He opened his dented car. With one last glance at the car, he sped off, without his pizza. When he got back, the house was deserted. He then heard footsteps behind him. On instinct he pulled out a gun and whirled around to see at least four pointing at his head. He lowered his gun hoping they would do the same. He backed off a little. The four men split up in to two groups of two.
They were jamacian, like the guys from the pizza shop. Inbetween the two groups came another jamacian. He had his hair briaded. His eyes looked like he was high. He was wearing a jamacian style jacket and had many smal bones on his belt. "Dey say...yu wan tak ta me." he spoke. "Thats right. I wanna know why the hell your men dented my car!" Brad yelled. "You better watch your back around here. Their hatians." Brad added. "Ahh yes de hatians. De wer a trubsum group. Shame wha appen to poulet eh?" the man said and gave out an evil laugh. "You. Your the one that did that to her?" Brad asked. "Lisen hre boy. We not hre for yu. Da spirits man. De live hre. Stay outta our way, or we be haften ta teach ya what voodoo is. Undastand?" the man added. "Yeah, i understand. What is your name?" Brad asked. "Call me king Willie." he said and walked out with his men. As they left Brad heard a weird noise from the closet. He slowly walked over to it and opened it to find Johnny and the others tied up.
He couldnt help but laugh as he untied them.
