Chapter 5: The Shop
Jesus, everything is falling apart. Everything! Johnny is dead! Tony is dead! Everyone is dying! I'm sick of this. I'm sick of everything! Goddamnit! This is it, I'm out of this fucking bullshit game.
OUT OF IT! I QUIT!
A month has passed since I left the Cabbies. The Cabbies have changed, no more order or honor, instead it's a bunch of hoodlums. But anyways I have moved on and me and my two brothers have opened up a Car Shop. We salvage and repair cars, pretty nifty little joint
I eased my Banshee into the garage, it's brakes were out again. I popped the hood to see if I could get to the brake pads. I couldn't reach them, but I saw them. They were fine. That meant I had to get dirty. I slid under the car and shined my flash light on the inner side of the tire. I saw the problem. The wire had slipped out of the socket. I easily fitted it back into place. Now I had to do the other tire. Just as I slid into the other side the bell rang at my front desk. I slid out from the car and walked up. A stunnignly beautiful lady stood there. She said, "I have a problem, my car is out of gas, can you give me some gas? I'll pay." I replied, "Yeah sure, but you don't have to pay." She replied, "Thank you so much." I walked to the back and grabbed the gas cannister. I handed it to her and she filled her tank. She left me with a kiss on the cheek. My guess she is a prostitute. Anyways I went back to my car. I slid under the left part of the car and fixed the wire. I did the same with the back set. It was around seven when I got done. So I drove to my apartments which was right down the block. I walked to my apartment, unlocked the door and went to the bathroon. I slipped out of my dirty blue jumpsuit and under shirt. I took my underwear off to and hopped in the shower. After I had showered I put the soiled garments into the bin and hopped into my bed.
DOO! DOO! DOO! I pushed my alarm off the table. I raised up and wiped my eyes, today was my brother John's day to work. I slipped on some blue jeans and a white t-shirt, I grabbed a black leather jacket as I walked out the door. I hopped into my Banshee and drove over the bridge that passes through Starfish Island and went up to the Greasey Chopper (I think that's the name of the biker bar? I forgot). I parked my car around back. I stepped into the smoggy room. I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer, it was still early so nobody was really there. I drank my beer fast, for I hated going in this bar. But it was the only place to go because Malibu wasn't opened yet. As I was drinking my beer, minding my own buisiness, a big husky biker comes up behind me and taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and he says, "Who are yeh?" I ignored him and went back to my drink. He turned me around by my shoulders, "Damn you boy, who are yeh?" I could tell by his breath he was drunk. I turned around once more. And he did the same thing, but this time as I was turning around I grabbed my beer bottle and smashed it over his head.To avoid further trouble I left the bar. I walked around to the parking lot and my car was gone. "Goddamnit!" I cursed aloud as I stomped the ground with my foot. I figured it was a biker, so I walked around front and hopped on the first bike I saw that had the keys in the ignition. I started the bike and drove off, very nonchalantly.
A weird thing is that people think I do what I do and that I'm not even nervous, but truthfully I'm shaking inside.
I got back to the Mainland around noon because early morning traffic. I drove my new bike over to my other brother Jason's house. I walked in without knocking and said, "Jason, let's hit a bank." Jason replied, "Lets go!" Jason was always down for stuff like that. I said, "Do you got any guns?" He led me to the attic. There was every kind of weapon you could imagine. But I took a simple Colt .45 and extra clips.
I pulled my black ski mask over my face and said, "Ok dude, I'm gonna go in and you follow. Don't do anything stupid." I walked in with my head down and walked up to the clerk inside the bank. I whispered, "Put all the money in a bag or die." She said, "Excuse me, I can't hear you." I drew my gun and pointed it at her face and said, "Can you hear me now?" She took the hint and started filling bags. I turned my head and yelled, "Lock the door. Everyone else STAY ON THE GROUND OR DIE!" One man stood up, I dropped him easily. I wonder why he would do that. After the clerk had filled five bags I took them from her. I said, "Thank you for your cooperation." Then I turned and walked away. It was dead quiet and right when I reached the door, I heard it. I heard her foot move. I quickly turned around and blew her head off, blood and brains splattered the wall. Me and Jason left with five bags each, he got his money from another clerk.
"Dude why did you kill her?" asked Jason, I replied, "She was moving to push the alarm." Jason was a good boy, he had no piercings or tattoos. With the money from the heist we bought alot of new equipment for the shop.
Jesus, everything is falling apart. Everything! Johnny is dead! Tony is dead! Everyone is dying! I'm sick of this. I'm sick of everything! Goddamnit! This is it, I'm out of this fucking bullshit game.
OUT OF IT! I QUIT!
A month has passed since I left the Cabbies. The Cabbies have changed, no more order or honor, instead it's a bunch of hoodlums. But anyways I have moved on and me and my two brothers have opened up a Car Shop. We salvage and repair cars, pretty nifty little joint
I eased my Banshee into the garage, it's brakes were out again. I popped the hood to see if I could get to the brake pads. I couldn't reach them, but I saw them. They were fine. That meant I had to get dirty. I slid under the car and shined my flash light on the inner side of the tire. I saw the problem. The wire had slipped out of the socket. I easily fitted it back into place. Now I had to do the other tire. Just as I slid into the other side the bell rang at my front desk. I slid out from the car and walked up. A stunnignly beautiful lady stood there. She said, "I have a problem, my car is out of gas, can you give me some gas? I'll pay." I replied, "Yeah sure, but you don't have to pay." She replied, "Thank you so much." I walked to the back and grabbed the gas cannister. I handed it to her and she filled her tank. She left me with a kiss on the cheek. My guess she is a prostitute. Anyways I went back to my car. I slid under the left part of the car and fixed the wire. I did the same with the back set. It was around seven when I got done. So I drove to my apartments which was right down the block. I walked to my apartment, unlocked the door and went to the bathroon. I slipped out of my dirty blue jumpsuit and under shirt. I took my underwear off to and hopped in the shower. After I had showered I put the soiled garments into the bin and hopped into my bed.
DOO! DOO! DOO! I pushed my alarm off the table. I raised up and wiped my eyes, today was my brother John's day to work. I slipped on some blue jeans and a white t-shirt, I grabbed a black leather jacket as I walked out the door. I hopped into my Banshee and drove over the bridge that passes through Starfish Island and went up to the Greasey Chopper (I think that's the name of the biker bar? I forgot). I parked my car around back. I stepped into the smoggy room. I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer, it was still early so nobody was really there. I drank my beer fast, for I hated going in this bar. But it was the only place to go because Malibu wasn't opened yet. As I was drinking my beer, minding my own buisiness, a big husky biker comes up behind me and taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and he says, "Who are yeh?" I ignored him and went back to my drink. He turned me around by my shoulders, "Damn you boy, who are yeh?" I could tell by his breath he was drunk. I turned around once more. And he did the same thing, but this time as I was turning around I grabbed my beer bottle and smashed it over his head.To avoid further trouble I left the bar. I walked around to the parking lot and my car was gone. "Goddamnit!" I cursed aloud as I stomped the ground with my foot. I figured it was a biker, so I walked around front and hopped on the first bike I saw that had the keys in the ignition. I started the bike and drove off, very nonchalantly.
A weird thing is that people think I do what I do and that I'm not even nervous, but truthfully I'm shaking inside.
I got back to the Mainland around noon because early morning traffic. I drove my new bike over to my other brother Jason's house. I walked in without knocking and said, "Jason, let's hit a bank." Jason replied, "Lets go!" Jason was always down for stuff like that. I said, "Do you got any guns?" He led me to the attic. There was every kind of weapon you could imagine. But I took a simple Colt .45 and extra clips.
I pulled my black ski mask over my face and said, "Ok dude, I'm gonna go in and you follow. Don't do anything stupid." I walked in with my head down and walked up to the clerk inside the bank. I whispered, "Put all the money in a bag or die." She said, "Excuse me, I can't hear you." I drew my gun and pointed it at her face and said, "Can you hear me now?" She took the hint and started filling bags. I turned my head and yelled, "Lock the door. Everyone else STAY ON THE GROUND OR DIE!" One man stood up, I dropped him easily. I wonder why he would do that. After the clerk had filled five bags I took them from her. I said, "Thank you for your cooperation." Then I turned and walked away. It was dead quiet and right when I reached the door, I heard it. I heard her foot move. I quickly turned around and blew her head off, blood and brains splattered the wall. Me and Jason left with five bags each, he got his money from another clerk.
"Dude why did you kill her?" asked Jason, I replied, "She was moving to push the alarm." Jason was a good boy, he had no piercings or tattoos. With the money from the heist we bought alot of new equipment for the shop.