A Road to Nowhere
Cause
Bang.
And with that it was all over, he dropped to his knees, and then to his
face.
The massacre in the warehouse had the VCPD baffled. Strewn throughout were dead bodies including members of three different gangs and, most notable of all of them, Rick Brand a former VCPD detective. Many knew he had gone dirty, the bullet in his head and the smoking gun it came from in his hand was only a confirmation of this. Many cops walking by bagging evidence and taking pictures only sadly shook their heads for their former comrade. His body zipped up in a black body bag, no cop was to see him again.
One day the family took his ashes to a small wooden dock not far from his home were he had a fishing boat he'd take out sometimes. They spread his ashes into the waters of his beloved city, ceremoniously floating except little bits of bone left over that sunk. Across the water on another island, watching from a sidewalk was him. He wore a long black duster over a leather jacket with a cheap black suit and thin black tie. Under the jacket was a .45 auto in a shoulder holster. He was here to make sure his job was complete, to watch Brands ashes sprinkled into the crystal clear water, shimmering. Did he have a name? Depended on who you talk to, but his lack of a name spurred into a nickname of sorts; Nanashi, Japanese for "without name".
He smiled, a rare oddity indeed, at the sight he took. It was all over, the longest job of his life was all over. And with that thought, he walked away. Jaywalking across the street to get to his parked car, an old red Sentinel which he used for tailing targets, just when some punk in a Banshee went down the small road going ninety.
The man in the middle of the street never had a chance, for we all know who will win. Nanashi blinked at the sight of the speeding car and could only let out two last words before he was hit:
"Oh shit." And with the calm bravado that defined his six year career as the best shooter in Vice City, he was killed. The police identified him as Harold Smith because of the fake ID/drivers license in his wallet. They overlooked quite a few facts that were interesting about him though. For instance, he carried a pistol (they found a fake permit to have it concealed along with the license). They could easily tell the drivers' license was fake (otherwise the investigators on the scene were complete morons). And probably most incriminating of all, they had no interest in investigating the speeding vehicle that hit him, they wouldn't listen to witnesses who said it was a sports car. the VCPD in its official statement claimed they had no make of car suspected as of yet, mean while the whole Brand family was stating they saw a white Banshee hit him. This is not to say there was a conspiracy, but it is suspicious to those who look at it.
The massacre in the warehouse had the VCPD baffled. Strewn throughout were dead bodies including members of three different gangs and, most notable of all of them, Rick Brand a former VCPD detective. Many knew he had gone dirty, the bullet in his head and the smoking gun it came from in his hand was only a confirmation of this. Many cops walking by bagging evidence and taking pictures only sadly shook their heads for their former comrade. His body zipped up in a black body bag, no cop was to see him again.
One day the family took his ashes to a small wooden dock not far from his home were he had a fishing boat he'd take out sometimes. They spread his ashes into the waters of his beloved city, ceremoniously floating except little bits of bone left over that sunk. Across the water on another island, watching from a sidewalk was him. He wore a long black duster over a leather jacket with a cheap black suit and thin black tie. Under the jacket was a .45 auto in a shoulder holster. He was here to make sure his job was complete, to watch Brands ashes sprinkled into the crystal clear water, shimmering. Did he have a name? Depended on who you talk to, but his lack of a name spurred into a nickname of sorts; Nanashi, Japanese for "without name".
He smiled, a rare oddity indeed, at the sight he took. It was all over, the longest job of his life was all over. And with that thought, he walked away. Jaywalking across the street to get to his parked car, an old red Sentinel which he used for tailing targets, just when some punk in a Banshee went down the small road going ninety.
The man in the middle of the street never had a chance, for we all know who will win. Nanashi blinked at the sight of the speeding car and could only let out two last words before he was hit:
"Oh shit." And with the calm bravado that defined his six year career as the best shooter in Vice City, he was killed. The police identified him as Harold Smith because of the fake ID/drivers license in his wallet. They overlooked quite a few facts that were interesting about him though. For instance, he carried a pistol (they found a fake permit to have it concealed along with the license). They could easily tell the drivers' license was fake (otherwise the investigators on the scene were complete morons). And probably most incriminating of all, they had no interest in investigating the speeding vehicle that hit him, they wouldn't listen to witnesses who said it was a sports car. the VCPD in its official statement claimed they had no make of car suspected as of yet, mean while the whole Brand family was stating they saw a white Banshee hit him. This is not to say there was a conspiracy, but it is suspicious to those who look at it.