Chapter 15
Seed stopped the car near the building but not so close that people would be able to see where they were. He got out and looked back at Luca, his head flopped onto the back seat, his mad features twisted with horror and pain. Seed grinned, snapping his neck had been a piece of cake. No one fucked with Jack Seed and got away with it.
He smiled a beatific smile and walked on.
So you're my new friend eh?
Said a voice not too different to his own, Seed didn't answer.
Are you going to kill them?
It simpered, Once again Seed didn't answer. He knew the voice was coming from inside him. This must have been what Luca was suffering from. Well Seed had the last laugh, he was going to take that whole family down with him. He knew the two cops would bring the Mafia to its knees.
All he had to do was bring as many people down with him.
Whistling softly, he loaded his pistol and made his was to Blight Arms major headquarters.
"Camus do you have any idea what you're doing?" Asked Miklotov, he knew the answer. And sighed before Camus could even utter a word.
"Ok, so I don't but we can shut this down." He said, trolling through file after meaningless file. He then looked over at Miklotov with a grin "Where you putting porn on here?" Miklotov went red.
"I was certainly not!"
"Let's see what we have here, deepthroat, teen porn, thick ass…" Camus said, as if he was reading off a list.
"C'mon Camus stop dicking around!" Shouted Miklotov
"Ok Mikki!" Twitch "But man, this is a lot of porn and its not mine. I get too much sex to need all this." Miklotov nearly exploded with fury but held it back and merely said
"Find the file you cunt." Camus nodded with a grin.
"Ah!" He said triumphantly "Here we are!" He stood up and switched off the computers, grinning. A few seconds later the lights went out and the steel doors slammed shut.
"Ok, plan successful." Said Miklotov "But how are we going to get to Luca if he can't get in the building?"
"Easy my impetuous friend." Said Camus, swinging a set of keys. "These are the master keys to the building, I tried them out on our way here, apparently that guard I beat up was a pretty important dude." Miklotov grinned, Camus was certainly annoying but he always got them out of a scrape.
"So we just mosey on out of here and arrest Luca Blight."
"Yep, we have enough evidence." Said Camus, tapping the small camera up his sleeve that he had used to photograph the drug stores and illegal weapon stashes in the building. "I'd say the fucker's about to get twenty to thirty years for this shit." He grinned.
Riou sat slumped against the wall, tears staining his face. They had failed. He looked down at the dead body of Jowy, lying in front of him, his eyes wide with horror, a thin trickle of blood running down his chin.
Nanami lay still on the floor, face down in a pool of blood and Pilika had suffered a similar fate. Riou knew the bullet wound in his side was fatal. He knew he was about to die, he looked up into the red merciless eyes of Seed.
"Say goodnight." He giggled before pulling the trigger.
Explosions rocked the building, Camus could hear screaming as he and Miklotov made their way quickly through the building, shrapnel falling around them from explosion after explosion. The terrorists were attacking. The two cops ran though the corridors, only stopping to unlock the doors, the thugs and guards not bothering with them in their panic.
Quickly making their way into the lower quarters they ran through the endless corridors 'til they saw light. Sprinting out, they leaped forward into the dirt just in time before another explosions destroyed the entrance and the better part of that side of the building.
That Shu guy really did know his shit, thought Camus as they lay in the dirt, trying to avoid the explosion.
"Pretty clever to attack the place during a power cut." Shouted Camus over the din
"Yeah, real smart!" Miklotov shouted back "Now lets get outta here!" He got up and instantly fell heavily back down again, clutching his shoulder, Camus scuttled forward and saw to his horror that Miklotov was suffering from a gunshot wound to the shoulder. Drawing on all his strength Camus dragged the bigger man behind one of the large dumpsters that dotted the back of the building.
"Who's shooting at us?" Camus shouted frustrated, grabbing his handgun and jumping from behind the dumpster "You wanna fight someone!?" He shouted "Then fight me!"
"Gladly" Came a voice, and Camus turned round in time to see Seed, his gun pointed to his chest, madness evident in his red eyes. He straightened up and said simply "Let's get it on."
Viktor managed to pull himself out of the fire escape just before another explosion tore itself through the wall he had been previously standing next to, climbing shakily down the ladder, the sound of more explosions fresh in his ears.
As soon as he reached the ground he realised he would have been safer in the burning building, all around him he could hear gunshots and sirens, he had managed to land himself right in the middle of a firefight. Who it was between was lost on him, however he knew the police were part of it. So it was either get shot or get arrested, he had to do something quick, suddenly he felt someone hit him at waist height and haul him into an alley next to the building, he looked up into the face of Humphrey
"We're getting outta here." He said, pulling Viktor up
"What about the others?" Viktor asked, bewildered
"Futch is back at my place, we've gotta get outta dodge. I would have taken Flik too but he's in hospital and I'm guessing he's safe." Said Humphrey as they ran out into the main streets and towards the club district, which was where Humphrey lived. Viktor stopped him in a quieter street.
"What about Teresa and the others?" He asked "What are they gonna do?"
"They're dead." Said Humphrey "Dead or in prison, you were the last one out." Suddenly a truck pulled up next to them, sitting in it was Futch
"Need a ride fella's?" He grinned
"What the fuck are you doing in my truck boy?!" Shouted Humphrey
"You took ages, I got worried." He said, moving quickly into the back seat. "Is Viktor coming too? Where's Flik?"
"In Hospital." Said Viktor quietly, he then looked up "Where are we going?"
"New York." Said Humphrey "My buddy Nash has a place up there, he's gone on a trip and he's not using it so he says we can take it. You know, to lie low and shit."
Viktor nodded. He looked to the streets, the streets he had been raised on. He remembered getting chased by the police with Flik, stealing from the local shops, shooting hoops on the dilapidated basketball courts near his house. Good times, but not the best, nothing could be too great in this town. He was torn from his thought by the trucks loud horn.
"You comin'?" Shouted Futch, Viktor looked up and smiled
"Yeah." He said, and to himself thought, so long Highland.
Camus gulped, hard. He looked mad, completely mad. Mad like Luca did. Suddenly a shot was fired, but Camus was already leaped sideways and firing one himself, it didn't connect. But at least he was alive, scrabbling behind the dumpster, he heard another shot ricochet of the wall a few feet away. Spinning out from behind the dumpster he fired another shot, it missed, landing a few inches from Seed's head, who have a howl of laughter and ran forwards, shooting madly.
He didn't care if he ran out of bullets, as long as he killed his prey, however all too soon his descent on Camus was stopped as a bullet tore through his leg and sent him sprawling onto the floor, he got up quickly, ignoring the incredible pain in his calf and ran on, leaping forwards with inhuman speed and catching Camus by the neck.
The two men rolled on the ground, each one trying to get the upper hand in this dance of death, Camus lashed out and hit his insane assailant on the jaw, causing him to roll sideways and giving Camus some breathing room.
He staggered to his feet, breathing heavily. He looked down at Seed, his hair was tousled and covered in mud and his designer suit was ripped and crumpled. If he wasn't trying to kill him, Camus would have found this site hilarious.
It began to rain.
And Seed saw his chance, with a scream of primal rage he leaped and this time Camus was not able to fight back, pushing him to the floor, Seed began to throttle. He pressed his fingers into the pressure points on Camus' neck and began to squeeze, laughing maniacally.
And then the laughter stopped and Seed fell forwards onto Camus, his grip loosened and he rolled sideways, his face locked in a manic grin. Forever.
Camus got up, gasping for air and saw Miklotov standing there, gun raised, blood oozing from his shoulder.
He smiled and fell.