River City blues
Chapter 7: The chase continues
Gunner shook his head and looked around. He was upside down oddly enough, hanging from his seat by his seat belt. His car had overturned in the chase apparently; the windows lay shattered on the ground. His shotgun was twisted up under the dash. He sighed and unclipped his belt, pulling himself from the wreck.
We had gotten off the off ramp and onto the streets of West heights, River City. West heights reminded me of Portland back in Liberty, with the buildings and such and the L train track. We pulled onto a street next to the highway, separating the street form the high was a small grassy hill and a metal fence. Just as we got a few feet from the corner, the car died out. Making those clunking noises and spewing smoke.
" The hell?" Oz said reaching across me and tapping the gas meter. He shrugged. " I guess she took too much on the freeway." He concluded. He hopped out and pulled the shotgun and Rifle form the back seat. He reloaded the two and then pulled the handguns and reloaded them. I tried yanking open my door but found it banged shut, I sighed and kicked it but the locking mechanism was all tangled up. I sighed again and climbed over the door on to the street. Oz handed me my .45 and the shotgun with a couple of shells, I stuffed them in my coat pocket. I looked over the car, its trunk was smashed up, bullet holes covered the one side, part of the front windscreen was smashed and the driver's door was mashed in. I shook my head.
Just then a black Patriot roared through the metal fence off of the highway. It barreled down the hill at us full speed. I jumped out of the way as it slammed into the back of the Stallion making it skid down the street a few feet and doing a half spin, then stopping. The Patriot charged on down a bit and stopped. Sergei Klashnikov stepped out of the truck along with 4 other guys; two including Sergei were armed with AK's and the other two with Franchi Spas 12's. They all cocked their weapons.
" Get 'em!" Sergei commanded.
" Shit!" I screamed and grabbed Oz by the arm, they fired at us hitting the Stallion first. The car blew up instantly, launching it two feet in the air. It came back down with a loud thump. Sergei and his men continued firing at us. We made a run for it, to a fenced in parking lot on the corner. We ran up to them, the gates were closed; I slammed into them and rattled them. They held in place. I sighed and climbed up the fence, at the top I swung my leg over but lost my footing and fell on the ground on my back, pretty hard. Oz crawled up the fence and landed next to me in a cat like stance. He help me and up and ran through the jungle of parked cars. He smashed the window on a green '86 Bobcat and climbed in, helping me into the passenger's seat. He tore open the casing under the dash and pulled out a jumble of wires.
" You know how to hot wire this thing?" I asked panting for air. He flipped open a, butterfly knife and cut the two red wires, connecting them. The truck roared to life. He swung his blade closed.
" Mama didn't raise no fool." He said, I chuckled at the comment. He put the truck in gear and tore through the parking lot. He rammed the gate, it squealed easily off its hinges and rattled on the ground. Oz turned the corner and onto an inclined street. He gunned the truck's weak engine and hit the first dip, sparks flying everywhere from the chasis. Sergei's Patriot appeared behind us, Sergei leaning out the passenger's side window wielding his AK. He first at us, the rounds shattering the trucks back window. I picked up Oz's rifle and fired out the back window. The shots hit the front grill and the hood flipped off. Sergei continued firing at us. I fired back, my shots shattering their front windscreen. Sergei winced in pain and clutched his shoulder. Defeated he retreated into the vehicle and was replaced by one of his henchmen wielding a Spas12. He took aim and fired at us on full auto. The shots hitting our front windshield and making it shatter into a million pieces.
I turned around and found a police roadblock not far off and no other way to go, the police stood there with Colt M4A1 carbines aimed at us. Oz gripped the wheel, his knuckles white.
" What do we do man?" He asked all panicky.
" HIT IT!" I screamed at him, I drove my foot down on his making the gas pedal touch the floor. I reached up and spun the wheel sharply, the truck spun out of control and into the road block killing all the unfortunate cops standing there. Our ties popped and we stopped spinning and the engine died out. I looked over at Oz, there was blood seeping from a cut on his forehead but other that that he looked okay. Sergei's Patriot was bearing down on us. Oz tried starting the truck but it would not start. I kicked open my door.
" Stay here." I commanded. I jumped out of the truck and looked around at the dying cops around me. I picked up an M4 off the closest one and aimed at Sergei's approaching Patriot. I pulled the trigger, the rounds emptied out like ketchup from a broken bottle. My aim hit the driver of the vehicle, killing him instantly. The Patriot swerved all over the road, and then flipped over on its side. It skidded at me with the underbelly of the vehicle facing me. I aimed for the gas tank and pulled the trigger again, the shots bounced off the tank. But the last one hit it.
BOOM!
The Patriot exploded in an array of fire and slid to a stop, taking Sergei Klashnikov to hell with it. I dropped the weapon and helped Oz out of the truck. He clutched at his side in pain.
" Rib?" I asked him, he nodded wincing. I looked down the street and found a bus at a stop. " I found us a ride, by the looks of it." I said to him.
Roland kicked out the broken window of the left passenger door on the SUV. O'Brien, Mannings, Gulley, they were all killed. Gulley got hit by a shotgun blast, Mannings snapped his neck when they flipped over and O'brien got a sharp piece of jagged metal of road debris stuck in his face. All of his friends and partners, were killed by those two, idiots.
Oz and that Vercetti kid.
Roland pulled himself from the vehicle and dusted himself off. He remembered seeing the Stallion take the exit into West Heights, but that was Zaibatsu turf, and not very R.H. Grant friendly turf. But he wanted revenge painfully, and he needed a ride. A Mannana pulled up and the driver got out. That car would have to do.
" Hey are you okay man?" The driver asked him. Roland shrugged and pulled out his Sig Sauer P226, shooting the man in the face two times. He got in the car and drove over to the West Heights exit ramp, the police next to the ramp took notice of him and waved at him to stop. That's when Roland threw a grenade without its pin out the window.
BOOM!
Roland smiled but did not look back as he rode off the exit ramp.
Chapter 7: The chase continues
Gunner shook his head and looked around. He was upside down oddly enough, hanging from his seat by his seat belt. His car had overturned in the chase apparently; the windows lay shattered on the ground. His shotgun was twisted up under the dash. He sighed and unclipped his belt, pulling himself from the wreck.
We had gotten off the off ramp and onto the streets of West heights, River City. West heights reminded me of Portland back in Liberty, with the buildings and such and the L train track. We pulled onto a street next to the highway, separating the street form the high was a small grassy hill and a metal fence. Just as we got a few feet from the corner, the car died out. Making those clunking noises and spewing smoke.
" The hell?" Oz said reaching across me and tapping the gas meter. He shrugged. " I guess she took too much on the freeway." He concluded. He hopped out and pulled the shotgun and Rifle form the back seat. He reloaded the two and then pulled the handguns and reloaded them. I tried yanking open my door but found it banged shut, I sighed and kicked it but the locking mechanism was all tangled up. I sighed again and climbed over the door on to the street. Oz handed me my .45 and the shotgun with a couple of shells, I stuffed them in my coat pocket. I looked over the car, its trunk was smashed up, bullet holes covered the one side, part of the front windscreen was smashed and the driver's door was mashed in. I shook my head.
Just then a black Patriot roared through the metal fence off of the highway. It barreled down the hill at us full speed. I jumped out of the way as it slammed into the back of the Stallion making it skid down the street a few feet and doing a half spin, then stopping. The Patriot charged on down a bit and stopped. Sergei Klashnikov stepped out of the truck along with 4 other guys; two including Sergei were armed with AK's and the other two with Franchi Spas 12's. They all cocked their weapons.
" Get 'em!" Sergei commanded.
" Shit!" I screamed and grabbed Oz by the arm, they fired at us hitting the Stallion first. The car blew up instantly, launching it two feet in the air. It came back down with a loud thump. Sergei and his men continued firing at us. We made a run for it, to a fenced in parking lot on the corner. We ran up to them, the gates were closed; I slammed into them and rattled them. They held in place. I sighed and climbed up the fence, at the top I swung my leg over but lost my footing and fell on the ground on my back, pretty hard. Oz crawled up the fence and landed next to me in a cat like stance. He help me and up and ran through the jungle of parked cars. He smashed the window on a green '86 Bobcat and climbed in, helping me into the passenger's seat. He tore open the casing under the dash and pulled out a jumble of wires.
" You know how to hot wire this thing?" I asked panting for air. He flipped open a, butterfly knife and cut the two red wires, connecting them. The truck roared to life. He swung his blade closed.
" Mama didn't raise no fool." He said, I chuckled at the comment. He put the truck in gear and tore through the parking lot. He rammed the gate, it squealed easily off its hinges and rattled on the ground. Oz turned the corner and onto an inclined street. He gunned the truck's weak engine and hit the first dip, sparks flying everywhere from the chasis. Sergei's Patriot appeared behind us, Sergei leaning out the passenger's side window wielding his AK. He first at us, the rounds shattering the trucks back window. I picked up Oz's rifle and fired out the back window. The shots hit the front grill and the hood flipped off. Sergei continued firing at us. I fired back, my shots shattering their front windscreen. Sergei winced in pain and clutched his shoulder. Defeated he retreated into the vehicle and was replaced by one of his henchmen wielding a Spas12. He took aim and fired at us on full auto. The shots hitting our front windshield and making it shatter into a million pieces.
I turned around and found a police roadblock not far off and no other way to go, the police stood there with Colt M4A1 carbines aimed at us. Oz gripped the wheel, his knuckles white.
" What do we do man?" He asked all panicky.
" HIT IT!" I screamed at him, I drove my foot down on his making the gas pedal touch the floor. I reached up and spun the wheel sharply, the truck spun out of control and into the road block killing all the unfortunate cops standing there. Our ties popped and we stopped spinning and the engine died out. I looked over at Oz, there was blood seeping from a cut on his forehead but other that that he looked okay. Sergei's Patriot was bearing down on us. Oz tried starting the truck but it would not start. I kicked open my door.
" Stay here." I commanded. I jumped out of the truck and looked around at the dying cops around me. I picked up an M4 off the closest one and aimed at Sergei's approaching Patriot. I pulled the trigger, the rounds emptied out like ketchup from a broken bottle. My aim hit the driver of the vehicle, killing him instantly. The Patriot swerved all over the road, and then flipped over on its side. It skidded at me with the underbelly of the vehicle facing me. I aimed for the gas tank and pulled the trigger again, the shots bounced off the tank. But the last one hit it.
BOOM!
The Patriot exploded in an array of fire and slid to a stop, taking Sergei Klashnikov to hell with it. I dropped the weapon and helped Oz out of the truck. He clutched at his side in pain.
" Rib?" I asked him, he nodded wincing. I looked down the street and found a bus at a stop. " I found us a ride, by the looks of it." I said to him.
Roland kicked out the broken window of the left passenger door on the SUV. O'Brien, Mannings, Gulley, they were all killed. Gulley got hit by a shotgun blast, Mannings snapped his neck when they flipped over and O'brien got a sharp piece of jagged metal of road debris stuck in his face. All of his friends and partners, were killed by those two, idiots.
Oz and that Vercetti kid.
Roland pulled himself from the vehicle and dusted himself off. He remembered seeing the Stallion take the exit into West Heights, but that was Zaibatsu turf, and not very R.H. Grant friendly turf. But he wanted revenge painfully, and he needed a ride. A Mannana pulled up and the driver got out. That car would have to do.
" Hey are you okay man?" The driver asked him. Roland shrugged and pulled out his Sig Sauer P226, shooting the man in the face two times. He got in the car and drove over to the West Heights exit ramp, the police next to the ramp took notice of him and waved at him to stop. That's when Roland threw a grenade without its pin out the window.
BOOM!
Roland smiled but did not look back as he rode off the exit ramp.