Chapter V: The Bridge

I was there; I was there for it all. I came about 10 minutes after 11, big whoop is what I thought. The face on Saint told me a different perspective. His eyes were full of tears, and he was laying on the ground in front of a car, getting soaked in rainwater flowing into a drain. His leg was bent backward almost popping out of his hip. And he was looking at these men; they looked like they were with the feds, only better kept secret. There were three of them, three men wearing sunglasses when it's dark, with perfectly ironed suits, mud on their shoes, but they were still shining in the light. They all looked the same, same hair, same suits, and they even had the same faces. But there were still differences among them. One was small, the other the same size but a stronger build that seemed to be the bunch's leader, and then big muscles that was looking around like some club bouncer.
"Mr. Berkley," the "leader" began, "you have failed to cooperate once, and you don't have to answer our first question because we already know that your friend Maverick has consulted with you. You really shouldn't believe people with mental issues," he takes a breath, "Our patience is. decreasing. The next person Maverick is going to meet shall be his last. Tell me, do you know a kid named, Thomas Anderson?"
"I don't know any." he saw me in the distance, ". any Anderson."
"Maybe this will refresh your memory."
The other two men pull out guns from inside their coats.
"I don't know any Thomas Anderson! I swear!" his pleads looked convincing, but he was never a good liar.
"We know you're lying, Mr. Berkley. Just tell us where he lives so we can stop Maverick and bring him to justice."
"Go to hell!" Saint cursed and spit on the man's shiny shoes.
"Very well, Mr. Berkley, but you will be going there first," he pulls out his gun and all three go through two rounds without showing any expression, nothing came across their faces, not even anger.
"Run a trace for this. this. Mr. Anderson."
"There won't be much, he's just a kid."
"We'll just have to wait for a sign then won't we," he says finishing it off with a grin.
They walked over to the car and drove off. I went over to Saint's body that had been shredded with bullet holes.
"Oh God." I started shaking, I was fainting, I could see myself, I was in a different state, and my body fell next to his. There I wept and I was weeping in the state my mind was in. He didn't deserve this, nobody did, nobody does, it wasn't fair, everything isn't fair, and while his life had left him, I was beginning to learn the truth of life.

Next: Chapter VI: The Sign