TRENT 8-BALL & FIDO:
8-ball's eyes burn lightly, he rubs the sleep out of them. He puts his feet on the cold floor, gets dressed and heads downstairs.
Everyone else is downstairs again playing poker, except for Trent and Sal who are having breakfast.
"8-ball you sleep more than my fuckin' mom does man! Goddamn you must be tired."
"Hey, good luck. You know?"
"Don't forget we got to go work some shit out with El Burro today, then we got to pull the Triad heist."
"The heist is today?"
"Yeah, you didn't know that! Holy shit man, did you forget why we were living in this fuckin' house?" Sal says, surprised that 8-ball had forgotten one of their biggest jobs to date.
The last job they had all done Fido and some other Mobsters, including Sal, Agostino, and Fidelio had to waste a group of about twenty- five Triads in the back of a Fish Van. Apperently they had robbed the Diablo's on the same day that the Triads were planning to, this caused them to chase Fido all the way to Harwood from Portland Harbor, Tony did not take the story very well. This - again, put Tony in a bad place with the Triads.
Their next job called for them to go on a mass assassination of Triad soldiers, the job was completely Tony's idea and it payed good money so they all played along.
The doorbell rings and half of the men in the room jump, 8-ball isn't effected, he heads straight for the door. "I'll get it." he opens the door, a girl with an umbrella stands in the doorway, a Limo off in the distance drives away.
"Hi is my dad here?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah! TRENT!"
Trent comes running into the doorway. "Hey, Sam. I'm sure your mom already told you what I do. I understand if it bothers you, but if your going to stay here you might be spending more time with these guys than me. This is 8-ball," he leads her into the dining room, "Fido, Fidelio, Tony, Sal, and Agostino.
"This is my daughter Samantha, she's fourteen going on fifteen."
"8-ball and Fido, are those you guy's street names, mom told me your an escaped convict."
They're all caught off guard by her spontaneous attitude except for Agostino, and Sal.
"Samantha you talk like that to your dad?"
"Yeah why not."
"'Cause he's your father and you should show some respect."
"To a criminal?"
"I don't know if you noticed but we're all people here, criminals are people too, no matter what your opinion is." Agostino has a note of anger in his voice.
She seems more responsive to Agostino than Sal, "...Sorry..."
"We got to go do this now!" Tony says out of the blue.
A very quick dialogue is brought together by several people as they load up guns and get ready, the scene is frantic as seven people prepare in the same house.
"Shit! --" Trent is cut off by Tony.
"You're not stayin'!"
"I know... Sam, I have to go, I'm sorry. Hey somebody's got to stay here and take care of her, who's it going to be?"
"I'll be fine --"
Trent laughs, "Not in this City."
"Dad,"
"Yeah?"
"Where are you guys going?"
"Maybe I'll tell you when I get back."
"TRENT!" 8-ball throws him a clip.
Trent loads the clip into his gun and pulls the slide back and shoves the Colt forty-five in his belt. "Who's staying here? Fido? 8-ball?"
Tony is like a coach he knows there is certain people he can't bench, "None of the three of ya' can stay here and that's final!"
"I'll stay," Agostino says smiling at Samantha, "It'll be fun."
Trent's surprised he barely knows him.
"Yeah, I'll stay too then, I think we can take good care of her." Sal says agreeing with his brother.
Fidelio tosses them both guns, "Make sure nothin' happens 'cause if it does, Trent's not the only guy that'll kill you."
Fido grabs a shotgun and a bag full of guns and ammunition swinging it over his shoulder. Tony can't stay he has to get back to Mama's Restaurant he needs an alabi. His phone rings and he answers it quickly. All of them are wearing the usual Mafia attire except for 8-ball and Fido, Trent's suit is paired with his long overcoat. He gives a little salute to his daughter as he puts his hand on the doorknob.
"SHIT! DUCK! DUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Tony hits the floor, Trent is not so reactive, his hand still on the doorknob the wood on the left side of his face explodes causing shreds of wood to fly past his face. He ducks, and is uninjured with the exception of three splinter that are stuck in his face, he's not bleeding but they hurt like hell.
"Goddamn IT!"
They all hide in different places of the house, Sal is behind a white leather couch. "That fucker El Burro betrayed us! I'm gonna' kill that fat bastard!"
"It wasn't him, he just called me. These are rogue Diablos, their pissed because El Burro wants to start a business with the people who killed their friends, El Burro's more business then they are, this is personal."
Agostino has his hands over Samantha's ears protecting her. Trent looks at Tony, "What do you want us to do?"
"What the fuck do you think?" Tony says as if that's the stupidest fucking question he's ever heard.
Agostino, stands up grabbing his Uzi off the dining room table, "I'll tell you what I'm going to do!" he cocks the gun.
"NO!" Sam is frantic she has no one to protect her, "You have to stay here! You can't leave me here!" He picks her up and puts her in a closet, "Stay down low and close this door!" he takes a couch from the living room and shoves it in front of the closet along with the table, which he flips over.
"There hasn't been any shooting for awhile," Fidelio says listening. "maybe they're waiting for us to come out."
Trent takes Fido's shotgun which he willingly hands over.
"Fuck this!" Sal says heading for the door, him and his brother go to each side of the double doors.
Agostino and Sal kick the doors down at the same time. Sal covers the right side, while Agostino covers the left side and Trent runs ahead to cover the middle ground. It looks like classic SWAT formation, and Trent immediately blasts a hole through the chest of an unsespecting Diablo. He can hear Sal and Agostino blasting behind him. This was becoming a war and this house was the frontline.
8-ball picks up his Barretta, he'd never been too good with guns, that was one of the reasons he was a bomb expert. He taps Fido on the shoulder and they both rise from the crouching position heading for the back door. Fido holds two Desert Eagles, the kickback of a Desert Eagle is amazingly strong and it's almost impossible to fire two of them, Fido holds the guns with his wrists locked and the back of his hands touching. He had no idea if it would work but he would try.
Water explodes ahead of Fido as his foot clears the way, the door knocked out of view. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! His Eagles tear open a Diablo, his flesh torn away by fifty caliber rounds. 8-ball watches Fido off Diablo's like he's picking grapes at a winery. Each one falls to the ground spilling red blood over green grass.
8-ball runs around to the pool, a Diablo had jumped over the hedge and into it. As 8-ball runs toward him he pulls the trigger, the bullet flys from the chamber and the back of the Diablo's head is torn away a shot right in the middle of the forehead. He's amazed, how could he have been so lucky, but of course to 8-ball nearly everything was about his luck, today - he just figured, was his lucky day.
He hears more footsteps from behind, he swerves around knocking droplets of rain across his clothes, he ducks down low, and starts shooting. His bullets rip through a wooden picket fence blasting six holes into a Diablo's upper body three of them hitting the man in the throat.
8-ball jumps when a loud bang come from the his side - - Fido watches 8-ball pump bullets into a Diablo through a picket fence, another Diablo stands a foot behind 8-ball pointing a gun behind his ear, Fido fires and hits the Diablo exactly in the same place he was pointing at 8-ball, his head snaps sideways violently and blood swipes across the back of 8-ball's sports coat.
8-ball had no idea what was going on, and it startles him, he turns around to find a corpse that wasn't there before. 8-ball smiles, "Ahhh! HAHA! YEAH! You're the man Dog, your the man." he puts his hand on Fido's back still holding his gun. Two Diablo's come around the corner of the house, Fido and 8-ball blast the hell out of them, they fly backwards their legs flying up in the air.
Trent, Agostino, and Sal all hide behind Fido's Banshee as the bullets keep coming. Then out of nowhere the gunfire just stops.
They reluctently stand up, then they see what had happened, there, standing in nearly all different postions of the front of the house is everyone else. 8-ball, Fido, and Fidelio are all holding guns that have been used, the bodies of dead Diablos fertalize the lawn of Tony's house in the suberbs. There are also a few Diablo's that have come to help them, wearing blue bandannas instead of the enemy Diablos, who wear red.
Tony takes his forty-five and walks off the porch of the house he begins to punch bullets into a dying Diablo, he puts him out of his misery, then he looks up. "Did anyone kill a Diablo wearing a blue bandanna?" they all shake their heads. "Well that's a relief... but it took you guys too FUCKIN' long! Look they're already dead!"
Fido walks up to his Banshee with a disappointed look on his face, he's looking at Trent.
"What?"
Fido examines the bullet holes, shaking his head.
"We'll go down to the Pay N' Spray we have to do the Triad Mission anyway." Trent says handing Fido a huge wad of cash as Agostino and Sal head back into the house. The rest of them head for Portland.
The emotion after the gunfight is muddled and confusing, most of them are just happy to be alive, no one was hurt and this made the next job that much simpler, Fido liked to think of it as a 'warm up gunfight.'
8-ball's eyes burn lightly, he rubs the sleep out of them. He puts his feet on the cold floor, gets dressed and heads downstairs.
Everyone else is downstairs again playing poker, except for Trent and Sal who are having breakfast.
"8-ball you sleep more than my fuckin' mom does man! Goddamn you must be tired."
"Hey, good luck. You know?"
"Don't forget we got to go work some shit out with El Burro today, then we got to pull the Triad heist."
"The heist is today?"
"Yeah, you didn't know that! Holy shit man, did you forget why we were living in this fuckin' house?" Sal says, surprised that 8-ball had forgotten one of their biggest jobs to date.
The last job they had all done Fido and some other Mobsters, including Sal, Agostino, and Fidelio had to waste a group of about twenty- five Triads in the back of a Fish Van. Apperently they had robbed the Diablo's on the same day that the Triads were planning to, this caused them to chase Fido all the way to Harwood from Portland Harbor, Tony did not take the story very well. This - again, put Tony in a bad place with the Triads.
Their next job called for them to go on a mass assassination of Triad soldiers, the job was completely Tony's idea and it payed good money so they all played along.
The doorbell rings and half of the men in the room jump, 8-ball isn't effected, he heads straight for the door. "I'll get it." he opens the door, a girl with an umbrella stands in the doorway, a Limo off in the distance drives away.
"Hi is my dad here?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah! TRENT!"
Trent comes running into the doorway. "Hey, Sam. I'm sure your mom already told you what I do. I understand if it bothers you, but if your going to stay here you might be spending more time with these guys than me. This is 8-ball," he leads her into the dining room, "Fido, Fidelio, Tony, Sal, and Agostino.
"This is my daughter Samantha, she's fourteen going on fifteen."
"8-ball and Fido, are those you guy's street names, mom told me your an escaped convict."
They're all caught off guard by her spontaneous attitude except for Agostino, and Sal.
"Samantha you talk like that to your dad?"
"Yeah why not."
"'Cause he's your father and you should show some respect."
"To a criminal?"
"I don't know if you noticed but we're all people here, criminals are people too, no matter what your opinion is." Agostino has a note of anger in his voice.
She seems more responsive to Agostino than Sal, "...Sorry..."
"We got to go do this now!" Tony says out of the blue.
A very quick dialogue is brought together by several people as they load up guns and get ready, the scene is frantic as seven people prepare in the same house.
"Shit! --" Trent is cut off by Tony.
"You're not stayin'!"
"I know... Sam, I have to go, I'm sorry. Hey somebody's got to stay here and take care of her, who's it going to be?"
"I'll be fine --"
Trent laughs, "Not in this City."
"Dad,"
"Yeah?"
"Where are you guys going?"
"Maybe I'll tell you when I get back."
"TRENT!" 8-ball throws him a clip.
Trent loads the clip into his gun and pulls the slide back and shoves the Colt forty-five in his belt. "Who's staying here? Fido? 8-ball?"
Tony is like a coach he knows there is certain people he can't bench, "None of the three of ya' can stay here and that's final!"
"I'll stay," Agostino says smiling at Samantha, "It'll be fun."
Trent's surprised he barely knows him.
"Yeah, I'll stay too then, I think we can take good care of her." Sal says agreeing with his brother.
Fidelio tosses them both guns, "Make sure nothin' happens 'cause if it does, Trent's not the only guy that'll kill you."
Fido grabs a shotgun and a bag full of guns and ammunition swinging it over his shoulder. Tony can't stay he has to get back to Mama's Restaurant he needs an alabi. His phone rings and he answers it quickly. All of them are wearing the usual Mafia attire except for 8-ball and Fido, Trent's suit is paired with his long overcoat. He gives a little salute to his daughter as he puts his hand on the doorknob.
"SHIT! DUCK! DUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Tony hits the floor, Trent is not so reactive, his hand still on the doorknob the wood on the left side of his face explodes causing shreds of wood to fly past his face. He ducks, and is uninjured with the exception of three splinter that are stuck in his face, he's not bleeding but they hurt like hell.
"Goddamn IT!"
They all hide in different places of the house, Sal is behind a white leather couch. "That fucker El Burro betrayed us! I'm gonna' kill that fat bastard!"
"It wasn't him, he just called me. These are rogue Diablos, their pissed because El Burro wants to start a business with the people who killed their friends, El Burro's more business then they are, this is personal."
Agostino has his hands over Samantha's ears protecting her. Trent looks at Tony, "What do you want us to do?"
"What the fuck do you think?" Tony says as if that's the stupidest fucking question he's ever heard.
Agostino, stands up grabbing his Uzi off the dining room table, "I'll tell you what I'm going to do!" he cocks the gun.
"NO!" Sam is frantic she has no one to protect her, "You have to stay here! You can't leave me here!" He picks her up and puts her in a closet, "Stay down low and close this door!" he takes a couch from the living room and shoves it in front of the closet along with the table, which he flips over.
"There hasn't been any shooting for awhile," Fidelio says listening. "maybe they're waiting for us to come out."
Trent takes Fido's shotgun which he willingly hands over.
"Fuck this!" Sal says heading for the door, him and his brother go to each side of the double doors.
Agostino and Sal kick the doors down at the same time. Sal covers the right side, while Agostino covers the left side and Trent runs ahead to cover the middle ground. It looks like classic SWAT formation, and Trent immediately blasts a hole through the chest of an unsespecting Diablo. He can hear Sal and Agostino blasting behind him. This was becoming a war and this house was the frontline.
8-ball picks up his Barretta, he'd never been too good with guns, that was one of the reasons he was a bomb expert. He taps Fido on the shoulder and they both rise from the crouching position heading for the back door. Fido holds two Desert Eagles, the kickback of a Desert Eagle is amazingly strong and it's almost impossible to fire two of them, Fido holds the guns with his wrists locked and the back of his hands touching. He had no idea if it would work but he would try.
Water explodes ahead of Fido as his foot clears the way, the door knocked out of view. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! His Eagles tear open a Diablo, his flesh torn away by fifty caliber rounds. 8-ball watches Fido off Diablo's like he's picking grapes at a winery. Each one falls to the ground spilling red blood over green grass.
8-ball runs around to the pool, a Diablo had jumped over the hedge and into it. As 8-ball runs toward him he pulls the trigger, the bullet flys from the chamber and the back of the Diablo's head is torn away a shot right in the middle of the forehead. He's amazed, how could he have been so lucky, but of course to 8-ball nearly everything was about his luck, today - he just figured, was his lucky day.
He hears more footsteps from behind, he swerves around knocking droplets of rain across his clothes, he ducks down low, and starts shooting. His bullets rip through a wooden picket fence blasting six holes into a Diablo's upper body three of them hitting the man in the throat.
8-ball jumps when a loud bang come from the his side - - Fido watches 8-ball pump bullets into a Diablo through a picket fence, another Diablo stands a foot behind 8-ball pointing a gun behind his ear, Fido fires and hits the Diablo exactly in the same place he was pointing at 8-ball, his head snaps sideways violently and blood swipes across the back of 8-ball's sports coat.
8-ball had no idea what was going on, and it startles him, he turns around to find a corpse that wasn't there before. 8-ball smiles, "Ahhh! HAHA! YEAH! You're the man Dog, your the man." he puts his hand on Fido's back still holding his gun. Two Diablo's come around the corner of the house, Fido and 8-ball blast the hell out of them, they fly backwards their legs flying up in the air.
Trent, Agostino, and Sal all hide behind Fido's Banshee as the bullets keep coming. Then out of nowhere the gunfire just stops.
They reluctently stand up, then they see what had happened, there, standing in nearly all different postions of the front of the house is everyone else. 8-ball, Fido, and Fidelio are all holding guns that have been used, the bodies of dead Diablos fertalize the lawn of Tony's house in the suberbs. There are also a few Diablo's that have come to help them, wearing blue bandannas instead of the enemy Diablos, who wear red.
Tony takes his forty-five and walks off the porch of the house he begins to punch bullets into a dying Diablo, he puts him out of his misery, then he looks up. "Did anyone kill a Diablo wearing a blue bandanna?" they all shake their heads. "Well that's a relief... but it took you guys too FUCKIN' long! Look they're already dead!"
Fido walks up to his Banshee with a disappointed look on his face, he's looking at Trent.
"What?"
Fido examines the bullet holes, shaking his head.
"We'll go down to the Pay N' Spray we have to do the Triad Mission anyway." Trent says handing Fido a huge wad of cash as Agostino and Sal head back into the house. The rest of them head for Portland.
The emotion after the gunfight is muddled and confusing, most of them are just happy to be alive, no one was hurt and this made the next job that much simpler, Fido liked to think of it as a 'warm up gunfight.'