CHAPTER 4
Until a bullet whizzed by Kyle Lewis' head, narrowly missing him, he hadn't thought of what would happen if he got shot. Already the odds were against him- the oh-so-great backup that the RAS had promised had been shot and killed almost right away. Now Kyle was in the middle of China Town, in a hostile territory, in a one sided gunfight with a bunch of Triads. He had been able to seek refuge behind an RAS model Barracks OL truck, but it wasn't going to last forever, and neither were his bullets. He glanced over the side of the truck and noticed that he had already killed about 15 Triads.
He stepped out of the corner and fired his gun and ducked back behind the truck. He devised a plan to get out of here, as he now thought that no amount of money was worth this. He was going to do another pop out shot, get some Triads, then rush to the front of the truck and try to drive away. Just as he was about to do it, he saw some Triads with uzis heading his way. Now he had no place to run. He shot some of them, then ran to the side of the truck where the door was, where there were no Triads. He tried getting into the truck but was shot at. "I'm screwed" he said aloud. "And these bastards blew up one of my buses!"
He braced himself for the worse as he was surrounded by Triads. One of them said something in Chinese, but of course Kyle couldn't understand it. All of the Triads surrounding Kyle then raised their Uzis.
Before they fired, however, a screech of tires was heard, and a black Cheeta came rushing towards the group. The car hit and ran over about three Triads, then the window rolled down and an uzi appeared and fired, killing five more Triads. Kyle looked up and saw Brad in the window. "Get in", he said. Kyle got in and the two sped off, all the while shooting back at the Triads. When they were safe, Brad turned towards Kyle.
"What the hell happened"? he asked. "I'm surprised your not dead!"
"Yeah, well everything would have been fine if those army guys your RAS sent me didn't suck", Kyle said. "They got killed within three minutes!"
"Hey, I didn't send them", Brad responded. "That was Jon. I had some personal matters to take care of."
After a long period of silence, Kyle spoke up. "Did I pass?", he asked.
Brad laughed. "I think you did.... you did good, I think. For someone that drives buses."
Kyle laughed. "Yeah, well...." Kyle noticed that they were entering Staunton Island. "Where are we going"?
"We're going to talk to the boss....to Jon Mostou....regarding RAS business.....in the highest building of Decaferon Enterprises.....and I'm going to ask him why he didn't send you some damn good backup." The two laughed. "Anyway, we have a long discussion ahead of us...." Brad pulled his Cheeta into the parking lot of Decaferon Enterprises.
Until a bullet whizzed by Kyle Lewis' head, narrowly missing him, he hadn't thought of what would happen if he got shot. Already the odds were against him- the oh-so-great backup that the RAS had promised had been shot and killed almost right away. Now Kyle was in the middle of China Town, in a hostile territory, in a one sided gunfight with a bunch of Triads. He had been able to seek refuge behind an RAS model Barracks OL truck, but it wasn't going to last forever, and neither were his bullets. He glanced over the side of the truck and noticed that he had already killed about 15 Triads.
He stepped out of the corner and fired his gun and ducked back behind the truck. He devised a plan to get out of here, as he now thought that no amount of money was worth this. He was going to do another pop out shot, get some Triads, then rush to the front of the truck and try to drive away. Just as he was about to do it, he saw some Triads with uzis heading his way. Now he had no place to run. He shot some of them, then ran to the side of the truck where the door was, where there were no Triads. He tried getting into the truck but was shot at. "I'm screwed" he said aloud. "And these bastards blew up one of my buses!"
He braced himself for the worse as he was surrounded by Triads. One of them said something in Chinese, but of course Kyle couldn't understand it. All of the Triads surrounding Kyle then raised their Uzis.
Before they fired, however, a screech of tires was heard, and a black Cheeta came rushing towards the group. The car hit and ran over about three Triads, then the window rolled down and an uzi appeared and fired, killing five more Triads. Kyle looked up and saw Brad in the window. "Get in", he said. Kyle got in and the two sped off, all the while shooting back at the Triads. When they were safe, Brad turned towards Kyle.
"What the hell happened"? he asked. "I'm surprised your not dead!"
"Yeah, well everything would have been fine if those army guys your RAS sent me didn't suck", Kyle said. "They got killed within three minutes!"
"Hey, I didn't send them", Brad responded. "That was Jon. I had some personal matters to take care of."
After a long period of silence, Kyle spoke up. "Did I pass?", he asked.
Brad laughed. "I think you did.... you did good, I think. For someone that drives buses."
Kyle laughed. "Yeah, well...." Kyle noticed that they were entering Staunton Island. "Where are we going"?
"We're going to talk to the boss....to Jon Mostou....regarding RAS business.....in the highest building of Decaferon Enterprises.....and I'm going to ask him why he didn't send you some damn good backup." The two laughed. "Anyway, we have a long discussion ahead of us...." Brad pulled his Cheeta into the parking lot of Decaferon Enterprises.