Chapter 11

Plotting revenge

Tony could faintly hear voices around him. He couldn't open his eyes to see them, but he could feel light on his face. He turned his head trying to see where the voices were. He slowly opened his eyes up, everything was blurry. He blinked a few times and looked around the small hospital room. He could see a doctor and a nurse at the foot of the bed reading over the chart. The doctor looked up as Tony opened his eyes.

"Ah, Mr. Oprita, you're finally awake. We were getting worried about you."

"Where am I? What's going on?"

"You're in the mountain view hospital. You were brought in 2 weeks ago by a man who said you drifted up to him in the river. You've been in a coma since then. You're body is healing fine, but the bullet wounds will take a longer time to heal fully, so until then you wont be able to do hard work."

"What about the man with me? What happened to him?"

"The man with you, I'm sorry. He died as soon as we arrived on the scene. It's a miracle you survived. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other patients to attend to. You are to stay here and relax. Oh, there are two men that are coming in to question you about the events."

Tony nodded as the doctor set the chart back down and walked out of the room. Just as he did, two men in light brown suits walked in and stood at the foot of the bed. One took off his sunglasses and picked up the chart and read it. He looked up at Tony and smiled, he walked over to the side of the bed and pulled up a chair.

"Tony, we're from the FBI, we're here to ask you a few questions about what conspired two weeks ago at the reserve. We've come in constantly but you have no been awake. So, if you'll please cooperate with us, everything should go smoothly."

"I'm an undercover agent, I've been working the case on this 'Mr. Black' for over a year since I moved to San Andreas. I was able to infiltrate his organization and he personally hired me to do this job. I went along with everything and played it cool. I was going to bring him down after we made the drop. Something went wrong and all hell broke loose. We got what he wanted and at the drop he shot me and the other men. They died, I'm the only survivor."

"Now, you say you're an undercover agent, what's you PIN? I have to call this in, I can't be sure." The man said as he pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number into it.

"223-5345-832" Tony replied

The man got up and walked to the window and brushed aside the curtains and looked out at the scenery. He talked on the phone then hung up and walked back over to Tony. He sat back down on the chair and looked at Tony.

"Well, you were right, you are undercover. Did he get away with the money?"

"Yes, he was in a black navigator. I know where his estate is, he keeps many of the things he's stolen in it. If you can get into it, you'll have all the evidence you need to put him away. Oh, one more thing, Donald Love's disappearance all those years ago. It's Mr. Black, he's Donald love. He faked his own death so he could escape and get away from all this and start life anew."

"That's what happened to him? Well, we better get on it and take him down. Mr. Oprita, I hope you recoup soon, we need you back out in the field." With that, the man stood up and signaled to his partner and they left the room.

Tony stared out the doorway as the men walked down the hallway. Tony looked back to his bed, then as he heard the sound of running feet down the tile hallway he looked up as one of the men ran to the door and threw a grenade into the room. Tony got out of bed and limped out the door as fast as he could. Just as he exited the room, the grenade exploded sending him flying into the floor.

He got up and looked at the flaming room. Doctors and nurses began to run around trying to find out what happened. He walked around rubbing his back as doctors and nurses flew past him to the room. He walked down the long hallway until he was stopped by a police officer.

"Excuse me, you can't leave, there was an explosion. No one can leave the building." The officer said putting his hand on Tony's chest holding him back.

"I was in the room that was attacked, I know who did it. I have to get out there and stop them."

"Sir, you need to stay put and receive medical attention."

"I don't need any damn attention. I need my clothes. Listen, you don't understand. My name is Tony Oprita, I work with the FBI, I need to stop those men. If you have to call it in, my number is 223-5345-832."

"That wont be necessary." A deep voice said from behind Tony.

Tony turned around and stared into the weathered face of his boss. He stared in shock as he looked at the man. The man smiled and stretched his arm out and patted Tony on the shoulder.

"Mr. Clay, what are you doing here?" Tony asked.

"I heard my best agent was in the hospital with gun shot wounds. I had to come and see how you were. I don't think anyone told you, but I've been with you every day. I went out for lunch when I got a call that your room was attacked. I hurried over here to see how things were. Now, can you get this man some clothes?" He said as he pointed to the Police officer.

The officer nodded and ran down a hallway. Tony looked at his boss, "I don't see why you're here. I failed my mission, I didn't get what we came for."

"Tony, it's okay, I know you didn't. But you have more than enough information to put this man away. For life. We need you back on this case immediately."

The officer returned with the clothes and handed them to Tony. He slid the boxers on under his hospital attire. He pulled the pants on and took off his shirt. His muscular body had the two scars of the bullets on his chest. He pulled the shirt on and buttoned it up and looked back at Clay.

"So what are we to do now?"

"Take a walk with me Tony." He said as he walked towards the hospital entrance where police and media were gathered.

They pushed their way through the mess of people and walked down the long street lined with shops. They walked for a while without saying a word then Clay looked over at Tony. He put his arm around Tony, Tony looked up at his boss.

"Tony, we need you to go back out there and hunt that bastard down. We need him brought to justice. You're the best man, this mission, will have no parameters. Think of it as your personal vendetta. I don't care how many people need to be killed, bring this man down. NOW!" he said as he made a fist.

Tony nodded and walked with Clay. They stopped when they came up to a Silver Mercedes coupe. Clay opened the door and got in. Tony stared at the car as it drove off into the distance. Tony walked down the street past the shops, he looked up as the sun set on the town. The roar of police sirens could be heard as he continued down the street.

Tony walked alone into the distance, he kept his head down as he walked away. He finally picked his head up and looked up at the setting sun. He clenched his fist and breathed deep.

"I am going to get my revenge on Donald Love." He said as he continued to walk.