Chapter 6
Some Action
When Chris drove back, Luigi was inside the club. Chris was let in by Jimmy. The nightclub wasn't just a nightclub, it was a full on strip bar. Chris was distracted for a half of an hour by the very beautiful, mostly Italian girls. Chris then headed to the V.I.P, where he was certain Luigi was at.
"What's, your name kid?" a broad-shouldered bouncer asked before granting him permission to enter the V.I.P Luigi was in.
"Graves. Chris Graves." Chris shifted his stance. The broad-shouldered man stepped aside. Entering, he saw Luigi reclining, with a fat Italian man on a beautiful leather sofa opposite him. Luigi was surrounded by three girls. No sign of Misti.
"Go away girls, me and the boys are gonna talk business."
"What's going on kid? Kid, I'd like you to meet Tony Cipriani, Salvatore Leone's capo." Luigi motioned to the fat man, bent over a TV guide.
"Nice to meet you kid." Tony threw aside the booklet, and threw out his hand. "Actually..." Tony withdrew the hand, wiped it on his pants, and stuck out the other. Chris shook it hesitantly.
"Alright, Chris. Today's your big day. Salvatore has called for all or most of the Leone Family's men for a good old fashioned operation against the Triads. You're gonna be gunning for one of the five dispatched cars. Salvatore has called most of his gunmen and drivers together, and we're gonna meet at the Leone Mansion in about an hour. Four to a car, one driver, three gunners, and snipers on Fourth and Main. We're gonna take out a convoy of vans carrying all the Triad Fish Factory's profits in the past months. When that's done, we've got a war on our hands, and we'll eliminate all Triad threats. After this, it'll be written in stone; you're working for the Leone Family, and you'll be working to their best interests. Head on over to the Mansion. You're car will be waiting for you." With that, Luigi waved Chris off, and the girls came back.
* * *
Chris left the club in a hurry. He got in the car, his bloodlust raging out of control. Keep it cool, he told himself, but he couldn't stop smiling. Chris got a rush out of a killing now, and it brought him to a stage of euphoria he had only experienced before when was "with" Catalina. He knew the way to the Mansion, seeing as it was in the best looking house in Portland. When he got to the Mansion, there were tons of cars parked outside, Cheetahs, Infernuses, Sentinels and basically any sports car or luxury car he could think of. A man in one of the foremost Sentinels waved him to come towards him.
"You Chris?" the man asked, another Italian. Chris simply nodded. "Alright then, here's the plan. We park in an alley, and when we hear the sniper shots fired, we get the hell out of there and wipe out the triad threat. First, we, our car alone, destroy all other vehicles in the convoy other than the bank trucks. Then the rest of the dispatched cars will take out anything coming for us. Then we've gotta grab the cash, and make it back to the Mansion in time. Hop in, we got ten minutes to get to Chinatown." The man rolled up his window. Chris opened the sleek black door and dropped his head into a fresh-smelling, beautiful leather interior. Looking around, he saw two men, similar to ones outside Luigi's garage. Maybe even the same two. Chris looked down at his seat. There sat an AK47, calling to him. Chris picked it up, sat in and mounted it on the car door, after he rolled down the window.
* * *
The Mafia had paid off the police, so that they would not be disturbed during the whole process of the raid, even with 3 guns hanging out of five cars, and a clean 9 million dollars in tow. The car rolled slowly into an alleyway on Main street. It parked, and silently waited for any gunfire.
"So, how many times have y'all been in one of these gang war deals?" Chris asked, regarding the whole car. The driver simply pulled the cuffs on his leather gloves.
"Alright. This is something our whole car does for good luck. Before every fight, we put on sunglasses. It's a practice that's been done for years, and every new member has gotta do it." he said, pulling out four pairs of sunglasses, which hung in the compartment between Chris and the driver.
"What about night jobs?" said Chris as he slid on the sunglasses.
"If you can't fire with Sunglasses at Night, you don't deserve to be a member of this car. Look, kid, I don't need you bein' a wiseass, okay? Also, at night, if you have to fire then wait till some kind of light comes into your point of view, like shop lights, or streetlights or even headlights. Night isn't that hard to operate in." Benito wiped away the sweat that was already gathering on his forehead
"You know how to handle that thing, kid?" the driver asked.
"Hey man, what's your name, anyway?" Chris asked, ignoring the last question.
"I'm Benito, this is Mickey and that's Donny. Hey let's keep it down, cause y'know, sniper bullets ain't that loud." Chris closed his eyes, focusing on the sounds around him. He heard a large truck roll by, probably a pickup. He opened his eyes. It was, a pickup with two Asians in the back, guns ready, but not aiming. Then, Chris saw two security trucks pass by, then, lastly another pickup with three Asians in it. BANG! A gunshot pierced the muggy air, and the engine roared to life in the sedan. It peeled out of the alley. Chris had shots all three truck passengers. He fired, and bullet holes ripped through the Asians' bodies. Two fell over, and met a gruesome fate under the tires of the sedan. The last one fell under the truck's tires. The truck driver, noticing that all three of his gunmen were dead, sped out of there. The Sentinel sedan accelerated past an immobile security truck. Chris saw blood on the driver side window. The two men riding in the back of the truck opened fire on the Sentinel. Bullet holes riddled the hood, and they crept ever closer to the windshield.
"TAKE THEM OUT!" screamed Benito. Chris fired ferociously at the truck, taking two tires out, and killing the two Asians with the same bullet. The bullet ripped through their skulls, splattering the window to the driver with blood. The security bank truck stopped, and the driver (the one still alive) got out and raised his hands. He was also Asian. Donny ended him with two quick bullets to the head. The four other sentinels roared out of their places, and formed a barrier in the street, ready for a Triad onslaught. Benito wheeled the car around to the back of the first truck. All four got out and started piling all the cash bags they could into the trunk. Mickey, Donny and Chris ran to the second, while Benito parked the car behind it. They unloaded the second van in less than a minute. They all hopped into the car. Once Chris, the last one to shut his door, shut it, they heard a loud crash. A triad fish van had ripped through two barrier Sentinels and was coming right for them. The car's wheels burnt out as they peeled away, the souped-up engine screaming. The car ripped it's way through the streets of Liberty, the van hot on their tail every inch of the way. Chris positioned himself, half-in, half-out of the car, and opened fire on the van, concentrating on the wheels. However, the bullet spray diameter was against him. The first bullet that struck the wheel, however, sent the truck into a whirling mass of metal and glass along Broad St. on the way back to the Leone Mansion. Chris slithered back into his seat, sweating, but ready for more. There was no more however; they were pulling up the Mansion's driveway.
"Alright, Kid. I'll take over from here. Good shooting, though. Mr. Leone himself said you should drop by tomorrow, he has some work for you." Benito got out the car, wiping sweat from his forehead. Chris nodded, and headed back to his Kuruma. The ride home was smooth, and Chris smiled as he saw the police gather around the heist scene.
Some Action
When Chris drove back, Luigi was inside the club. Chris was let in by Jimmy. The nightclub wasn't just a nightclub, it was a full on strip bar. Chris was distracted for a half of an hour by the very beautiful, mostly Italian girls. Chris then headed to the V.I.P, where he was certain Luigi was at.
"What's, your name kid?" a broad-shouldered bouncer asked before granting him permission to enter the V.I.P Luigi was in.
"Graves. Chris Graves." Chris shifted his stance. The broad-shouldered man stepped aside. Entering, he saw Luigi reclining, with a fat Italian man on a beautiful leather sofa opposite him. Luigi was surrounded by three girls. No sign of Misti.
"Go away girls, me and the boys are gonna talk business."
"What's going on kid? Kid, I'd like you to meet Tony Cipriani, Salvatore Leone's capo." Luigi motioned to the fat man, bent over a TV guide.
"Nice to meet you kid." Tony threw aside the booklet, and threw out his hand. "Actually..." Tony withdrew the hand, wiped it on his pants, and stuck out the other. Chris shook it hesitantly.
"Alright, Chris. Today's your big day. Salvatore has called for all or most of the Leone Family's men for a good old fashioned operation against the Triads. You're gonna be gunning for one of the five dispatched cars. Salvatore has called most of his gunmen and drivers together, and we're gonna meet at the Leone Mansion in about an hour. Four to a car, one driver, three gunners, and snipers on Fourth and Main. We're gonna take out a convoy of vans carrying all the Triad Fish Factory's profits in the past months. When that's done, we've got a war on our hands, and we'll eliminate all Triad threats. After this, it'll be written in stone; you're working for the Leone Family, and you'll be working to their best interests. Head on over to the Mansion. You're car will be waiting for you." With that, Luigi waved Chris off, and the girls came back.
* * *
Chris left the club in a hurry. He got in the car, his bloodlust raging out of control. Keep it cool, he told himself, but he couldn't stop smiling. Chris got a rush out of a killing now, and it brought him to a stage of euphoria he had only experienced before when was "with" Catalina. He knew the way to the Mansion, seeing as it was in the best looking house in Portland. When he got to the Mansion, there were tons of cars parked outside, Cheetahs, Infernuses, Sentinels and basically any sports car or luxury car he could think of. A man in one of the foremost Sentinels waved him to come towards him.
"You Chris?" the man asked, another Italian. Chris simply nodded. "Alright then, here's the plan. We park in an alley, and when we hear the sniper shots fired, we get the hell out of there and wipe out the triad threat. First, we, our car alone, destroy all other vehicles in the convoy other than the bank trucks. Then the rest of the dispatched cars will take out anything coming for us. Then we've gotta grab the cash, and make it back to the Mansion in time. Hop in, we got ten minutes to get to Chinatown." The man rolled up his window. Chris opened the sleek black door and dropped his head into a fresh-smelling, beautiful leather interior. Looking around, he saw two men, similar to ones outside Luigi's garage. Maybe even the same two. Chris looked down at his seat. There sat an AK47, calling to him. Chris picked it up, sat in and mounted it on the car door, after he rolled down the window.
* * *
The Mafia had paid off the police, so that they would not be disturbed during the whole process of the raid, even with 3 guns hanging out of five cars, and a clean 9 million dollars in tow. The car rolled slowly into an alleyway on Main street. It parked, and silently waited for any gunfire.
"So, how many times have y'all been in one of these gang war deals?" Chris asked, regarding the whole car. The driver simply pulled the cuffs on his leather gloves.
"Alright. This is something our whole car does for good luck. Before every fight, we put on sunglasses. It's a practice that's been done for years, and every new member has gotta do it." he said, pulling out four pairs of sunglasses, which hung in the compartment between Chris and the driver.
"What about night jobs?" said Chris as he slid on the sunglasses.
"If you can't fire with Sunglasses at Night, you don't deserve to be a member of this car. Look, kid, I don't need you bein' a wiseass, okay? Also, at night, if you have to fire then wait till some kind of light comes into your point of view, like shop lights, or streetlights or even headlights. Night isn't that hard to operate in." Benito wiped away the sweat that was already gathering on his forehead
"You know how to handle that thing, kid?" the driver asked.
"Hey man, what's your name, anyway?" Chris asked, ignoring the last question.
"I'm Benito, this is Mickey and that's Donny. Hey let's keep it down, cause y'know, sniper bullets ain't that loud." Chris closed his eyes, focusing on the sounds around him. He heard a large truck roll by, probably a pickup. He opened his eyes. It was, a pickup with two Asians in the back, guns ready, but not aiming. Then, Chris saw two security trucks pass by, then, lastly another pickup with three Asians in it. BANG! A gunshot pierced the muggy air, and the engine roared to life in the sedan. It peeled out of the alley. Chris had shots all three truck passengers. He fired, and bullet holes ripped through the Asians' bodies. Two fell over, and met a gruesome fate under the tires of the sedan. The last one fell under the truck's tires. The truck driver, noticing that all three of his gunmen were dead, sped out of there. The Sentinel sedan accelerated past an immobile security truck. Chris saw blood on the driver side window. The two men riding in the back of the truck opened fire on the Sentinel. Bullet holes riddled the hood, and they crept ever closer to the windshield.
"TAKE THEM OUT!" screamed Benito. Chris fired ferociously at the truck, taking two tires out, and killing the two Asians with the same bullet. The bullet ripped through their skulls, splattering the window to the driver with blood. The security bank truck stopped, and the driver (the one still alive) got out and raised his hands. He was also Asian. Donny ended him with two quick bullets to the head. The four other sentinels roared out of their places, and formed a barrier in the street, ready for a Triad onslaught. Benito wheeled the car around to the back of the first truck. All four got out and started piling all the cash bags they could into the trunk. Mickey, Donny and Chris ran to the second, while Benito parked the car behind it. They unloaded the second van in less than a minute. They all hopped into the car. Once Chris, the last one to shut his door, shut it, they heard a loud crash. A triad fish van had ripped through two barrier Sentinels and was coming right for them. The car's wheels burnt out as they peeled away, the souped-up engine screaming. The car ripped it's way through the streets of Liberty, the van hot on their tail every inch of the way. Chris positioned himself, half-in, half-out of the car, and opened fire on the van, concentrating on the wheels. However, the bullet spray diameter was against him. The first bullet that struck the wheel, however, sent the truck into a whirling mass of metal and glass along Broad St. on the way back to the Leone Mansion. Chris slithered back into his seat, sweating, but ready for more. There was no more however; they were pulling up the Mansion's driveway.
"Alright, Kid. I'll take over from here. Good shooting, though. Mr. Leone himself said you should drop by tomorrow, he has some work for you." Benito got out the car, wiping sweat from his forehead. Chris nodded, and headed back to his Kuruma. The ride home was smooth, and Chris smiled as he saw the police gather around the heist scene.
