As soon as the backup squad from the chairman arrived, the minivan and cop
cars sped down California to get from San Francisco to LA in the quickest
amount of time possible before it was too late. Chris Jericho had excelled
in his training and turned out to be quite the natural at being a gangster.
It was Wednesday morning, a little past 7 when the boss decided it was time
to begin.
"My friends, it's now time for the moment we've all been waiting for." He announced to the five eager mobsters. "Now that we have the government center territory in our hands, nobody can stand in our way for world conquest!"
"Yea!"
"Now that the time is right and the mood is set, the dominance of LA will reach over all of California!"
"Yea!"
"And as soon as we own the most powerful source in the country, the United States will be ours!"
"Yea!" Everyone jumped up and raised their fists.
"Are you ready? Let's go!" Their boss jumped off his red chair.
"Yea." The five growled and stood ready as they followed their leader into their black car.
The weather outside was dark and cloudy, a storm was going to begin soon. Their car arrived at the government center in fifteen minutes. As they got out and looked up at the huge building, light drizzle began to fall.
"Do you have it?" The tall one turned to the skinny one.
"Oh yea." He snickered, opening his coat to reveal the bombs.
"Then let's go." Chris began to lead them into the building.
Inside it was just another busy work day. Everyone was running around with papers and files, they were all wearing suits. Talking was loud and the building was filled with the sound of phones wrining. Chris approached the main desk.
"May I help you?" The secretary asked behind her small specs.
"Yes, may I ask where the head office is?"
"Certainly. It's upstairs on the second floor. You go out the elevator and turn right down the hall, it's strait ahead, you can't miss it." She replied in a perky, cheerful manner.
"Thank you." Chris nodded, wearing a convincing smile.
The five took the elevator and followed her directions. The short one went first, opening the door to find an empty office. The room was in the second floor of the three story building, right smack in the middle of the whole complex. The small henchman put the bombs in the desk and closed the drawers before joining the five who stood facing the door in the middle of the room. After a few minutes footsteps were heard and the door opened. A fat man with a receding hairline entered. He had dark grey hair and a black suit.
"May I help you?" He asked.
"Yes, I have a question." The mob boss stepped foward with all eyes on him.
"And that is....?"
"Do you have a PA system that goes throughout the building?"
"Why yes I do." The man pointed to a phone looking machine on a metal file cabinet.
"Thank you." The boss pulled out a gun.
"Whoa!" The man raised his hands and began to back up but the door closed and behind it stood Chris. "What's going on here?"
"Welcome to a hostage raid my friend." Chris smirked with an evil laugh.
"Alright everyone listen up!" The tall one ordered in the microphone. Everyone in the building came to a halt. "This is a hostage situation. The premise has been securely locked with security turned on to prevent escape. Go ahead and try but it won't work. Oh and those of you on the phone may have already noticed, but, the lines have been cut and cell phone connections are blocked." Everyone began to gasp, looking around them and at their phones. "And I wouldn't try anything funny, we've got Mr. Carter up here and enough explosives to blow you and your uncle sky high!" Everyone began to panic, rushing around screaming as papers flew in the air.
"Oh man I love this." The small one laughed as he slapped his scrawny knee. The two big ones had tied and gagged Mr. Carter to his desk chair as their boss looked out the window.
"Hmm." He frowned.
"What is it?"
Chris walked over, his folded arms caused his muscles to flex under his muscle shirt. He followed his boss's gaze and saw a gang approaching. Chris gasped, recognizing the trio as the group from San Fran. They had teamed up with the rest of their members and were attacking the mob gang.
"What's the matter?" The boss looked up, noticing Chris's change.
"Let me handle this." He growled deep in his throat and ran out of the room.
"Let him out tiny." The boss ordered. Chris ran downstairs and out the door before security was turned back on.
"Hey you!" He yelled loudly.
"What the....?" One of the three gasped.
"Him!" Another was shocked.
"Well, well." Their leader laughed. The gang stopped as Chris stood with his arms folded, blocking the way into the building. "It looks like the new guy survived after all. I'm proud of you kid." He walked over to Chris. "You managed to get out and make your way back home, way to go." He went to put his hand on Chris's shoulder but he jerked away. "Hu?"
"You are nothing, you left me back there after I helped you get out!" Chris growled. "I got here by myself and I found new friends so you all can go to hell!" He yelled and caused everyone go gasp.
"What's with you?" The leader stopped. "And why are you here?"
"Beat it, my gang controls this ground." Chris got in a pose. "So get lose or get ready to rumble."
Everyone laughed causing Chris to scowl as the leader spoke. "What are you serious?" Chris frowned angrily. "Alright then." The leaders eyes narrowed as he saw the mob gang's backup crew finally arrive and stand behind Chris. "So it's like this then?" He let his arms fall to his side as he looked around before focusing back on Chris. "Ok." He shrugged and from out of nowhere punched Chris.
"Ah!" The deck to the jaw threw him back. He stagged back to his feet and growled, staring at him angrily for a second. "Get em!"
"Yea!" The backup cried and ran foward as the other gang yelled and advanced too. Chris and the other leader lunged foward to join the battle.
"Oh no guys look!" Rock cried as the van came to a screeching halt in the street. They'd arrived before the cops who had gone to the LAPD station. They saw the gangs fighting, and amidst it, they saw Chris. "We're too late." Rock shook his head at what he saw. "The war has begun...."
"My friends, it's now time for the moment we've all been waiting for." He announced to the five eager mobsters. "Now that we have the government center territory in our hands, nobody can stand in our way for world conquest!"
"Yea!"
"Now that the time is right and the mood is set, the dominance of LA will reach over all of California!"
"Yea!"
"And as soon as we own the most powerful source in the country, the United States will be ours!"
"Yea!" Everyone jumped up and raised their fists.
"Are you ready? Let's go!" Their boss jumped off his red chair.
"Yea." The five growled and stood ready as they followed their leader into their black car.
The weather outside was dark and cloudy, a storm was going to begin soon. Their car arrived at the government center in fifteen minutes. As they got out and looked up at the huge building, light drizzle began to fall.
"Do you have it?" The tall one turned to the skinny one.
"Oh yea." He snickered, opening his coat to reveal the bombs.
"Then let's go." Chris began to lead them into the building.
Inside it was just another busy work day. Everyone was running around with papers and files, they were all wearing suits. Talking was loud and the building was filled with the sound of phones wrining. Chris approached the main desk.
"May I help you?" The secretary asked behind her small specs.
"Yes, may I ask where the head office is?"
"Certainly. It's upstairs on the second floor. You go out the elevator and turn right down the hall, it's strait ahead, you can't miss it." She replied in a perky, cheerful manner.
"Thank you." Chris nodded, wearing a convincing smile.
The five took the elevator and followed her directions. The short one went first, opening the door to find an empty office. The room was in the second floor of the three story building, right smack in the middle of the whole complex. The small henchman put the bombs in the desk and closed the drawers before joining the five who stood facing the door in the middle of the room. After a few minutes footsteps were heard and the door opened. A fat man with a receding hairline entered. He had dark grey hair and a black suit.
"May I help you?" He asked.
"Yes, I have a question." The mob boss stepped foward with all eyes on him.
"And that is....?"
"Do you have a PA system that goes throughout the building?"
"Why yes I do." The man pointed to a phone looking machine on a metal file cabinet.
"Thank you." The boss pulled out a gun.
"Whoa!" The man raised his hands and began to back up but the door closed and behind it stood Chris. "What's going on here?"
"Welcome to a hostage raid my friend." Chris smirked with an evil laugh.
"Alright everyone listen up!" The tall one ordered in the microphone. Everyone in the building came to a halt. "This is a hostage situation. The premise has been securely locked with security turned on to prevent escape. Go ahead and try but it won't work. Oh and those of you on the phone may have already noticed, but, the lines have been cut and cell phone connections are blocked." Everyone began to gasp, looking around them and at their phones. "And I wouldn't try anything funny, we've got Mr. Carter up here and enough explosives to blow you and your uncle sky high!" Everyone began to panic, rushing around screaming as papers flew in the air.
"Oh man I love this." The small one laughed as he slapped his scrawny knee. The two big ones had tied and gagged Mr. Carter to his desk chair as their boss looked out the window.
"Hmm." He frowned.
"What is it?"
Chris walked over, his folded arms caused his muscles to flex under his muscle shirt. He followed his boss's gaze and saw a gang approaching. Chris gasped, recognizing the trio as the group from San Fran. They had teamed up with the rest of their members and were attacking the mob gang.
"What's the matter?" The boss looked up, noticing Chris's change.
"Let me handle this." He growled deep in his throat and ran out of the room.
"Let him out tiny." The boss ordered. Chris ran downstairs and out the door before security was turned back on.
"Hey you!" He yelled loudly.
"What the....?" One of the three gasped.
"Him!" Another was shocked.
"Well, well." Their leader laughed. The gang stopped as Chris stood with his arms folded, blocking the way into the building. "It looks like the new guy survived after all. I'm proud of you kid." He walked over to Chris. "You managed to get out and make your way back home, way to go." He went to put his hand on Chris's shoulder but he jerked away. "Hu?"
"You are nothing, you left me back there after I helped you get out!" Chris growled. "I got here by myself and I found new friends so you all can go to hell!" He yelled and caused everyone go gasp.
"What's with you?" The leader stopped. "And why are you here?"
"Beat it, my gang controls this ground." Chris got in a pose. "So get lose or get ready to rumble."
Everyone laughed causing Chris to scowl as the leader spoke. "What are you serious?" Chris frowned angrily. "Alright then." The leaders eyes narrowed as he saw the mob gang's backup crew finally arrive and stand behind Chris. "So it's like this then?" He let his arms fall to his side as he looked around before focusing back on Chris. "Ok." He shrugged and from out of nowhere punched Chris.
"Ah!" The deck to the jaw threw him back. He stagged back to his feet and growled, staring at him angrily for a second. "Get em!"
"Yea!" The backup cried and ran foward as the other gang yelled and advanced too. Chris and the other leader lunged foward to join the battle.
"Oh no guys look!" Rock cried as the van came to a screeching halt in the street. They'd arrived before the cops who had gone to the LAPD station. They saw the gangs fighting, and amidst it, they saw Chris. "We're too late." Rock shook his head at what he saw. "The war has begun...."
