TRENT & 8-BALL:
Trent swings the door to the house open, and enters, crouched, dragging something. He leans his shoulder on the doorframe. Tony can see that Trent's got his gun in his left hand, Tony can tell he's been dragging something because Trent was right-handed. Tony doesn't move but he does strain to see what it is.
"Tony, Sam here? Samantha's not here is she."
"Huh? Oh, no she ain't here, I had Agostino and Sal take her."
"Good." he says then he brings the object he's been dragging into view, a S.W.A.T. member. He drags him all the way to the couch then he sits his back against the arm rest, leaving the cop bleeding on the hardwood floor. "Where'd they take her."
"Holy shit you brought a fuckin' cop in here. You know there's going to be like ninety Mobsters in here in half an hour, and they'll kill him if they see 'em."
The cop is breathing heavily and his eyes are open only slightly, other than that he doesn't have any interaction with the enviornment.
"Why are so many people comin'?" 8-ball asks coming in, he closes the door behind him.
"Fidelio found the money, they're gonna bring it here."
8-ball looks around, "Where's Fido? He with Fidelio?"
"The cops got him."
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?!"
"Fidelio called a little while ago, he said he got the money, but he lost you guys, and he watched Fido get busted. When I got the call I told them to take the girl somewhere else, because it'll be swarmin' with my guys soon, they left, and then you came in."
"The cops busted Fido." 8-ball says amazed.
"I want you guys to go get him out, he'll be in a holdin' cell, that should be the easiest time to get him. Take some of my guys with you when they walk through the door."
8-ball opens the door and goes outside.
"Where the fuck's he goin'?" Tony asks.
"Oh, there's a S.W.A.T. van out there, he's got to get rid of it."
Tony runs out onto the lawn yelling at 8-ball, the sun is going down and it's getting dark, it still hasn't stopped raining. "8-ball! 8-ball!"
8-ball stops the truck. "What?"
"Just hide it, you can use it when you go to get Fido."
"Hey... Tony that's not a bad idea man, hold up, I'll go park it over there. We can put a lot of your guys in the back, that way we'll have a full arsenal of people in a seconds."
Releasing The Caged Fido Part 1:
TRENT 8-BALL & FIDELIO:
It's been a half hour, and everyone is ready to risk their lives for one imprisoned man, Fido. Fifty to Sixty Mobsters fill the home, all of them with some type of loaded weapon and a few with sharp objects. Trent and 8-ball weren't quite ready to kill cops - it would make their records worse and it was as bad as killing innocent pedestrians to them. The difference now was, they had to do it to get back Fido, and that meant more than caring about a bunch of men who wanted them either jailed or dead.
The David Duchovney looking doctor, is examining the S.W.A.T. van including blood stains. A lot of the mobsters had noticed his resemblance to the X-files actor, and had taken to calling him Fox.
"Well," he says, "I did major in forensic psychology, but I'm not quite an expert on the situation since I focus mostly on surgical procedures within my medical career. You can see some gunpowder on the windshield over there by the passanger-side window, and 8-ball said he was deaf in his left ear. After the loud noise the S.W.A.T. guy was bleeding right?"
"Yeah." 8-ball says nodding his head.
"The bullet ricocheted of the window and hit the cop in the leg."
"Okay now what about 8-ball's ear?"
"...I can't tell how long it'll stay that way at all. If he's going to go into a shooting frenzy he might need someone to be his left ear for him, or he may end up dead.
Fidelio walks over to 8-ball, "Yeah okay I'll watch out for him."
"Okay I have to go check up on the cop. You guys better be careful, you come back here all fucked up and I'm the one who has to deal with it," everyone starts loading into the van, "... and don't get yourselves killed either."
The army of Mobsters is loaded into the van most carrying different weapons than the next, a man in the background hums 'The ants go marching one by one' which he is obviously listening to on his CD player. A lot of these guy knew Fido, and the ones who didn't like him, respected him, and that's all that mattered. It was the first time that the Mob had ever been this ready to start a war with the LCPD, but Tony was ready to exact revenge.
8-ball turns to Trent, "You know man, you haven't seen your daughter all day."
"I know, I hope she's safe."
"She's with the Nico brothers man, of course she's safe, those two guy would chop their heads off before they let anything happen to that little girl."
"How do you know that?"
"I don't it's just instinct, beside they're loyal and tough, they wouldn't let anyone harm one hair on her head. Come on let's get the fuck outta' here." 8-ball leans forward turning on the ignition, the truck roars to life, "I don't know why man... but I love that sound."
"When I get back I need to spend some time with Sam. Take her out to eat or something."
"Take her to get a haircut, she looks like Agostino could be her father, that mothafucka's hair touches his lower back!"
"Yeah well, she likes her hair that way, besides woman don't look good with short hair."
"Yeah, but she's your daughter right? How good do you really want her to look, you want her bringin' home a Ving Rhames lookin' guy, fuckin' buff ass son of a bitch with an attitude? Or a Backstreet Boy? Cuz' the better she looks the more guy problems she - and you - will have."
"Maybe I'll take her to get a haircut."
"Hey I wanted to ask you Trent, and I want you to be straight up. How do you feel about wastin' cops?"
"It's like killin' civillians man, sometimes they get in the way. It's fucked up, and I don't want to kill 'em but sometimes it might come down to it. They ain't like us man, we chose this shit, are families suffer for it. These guys are doin' right by catchin' a lot of these motherfuckers, all you got to remember is they're after YOU. AND in a certain way that shit ain't right cuz' they don't know you, and they're not all good either. What you got to remember is you know YOU and that makes them wrong if you like who you are and they try to take it from you. Ask me if I want to? No. But, ask me if I will to get Fido away from them? Hell YES..."
"Couldn't of said it better myself."
8-ball pushes down on the gas going for top speed he buckles his seat belt, Trent does the same. "What the fuck're you gonna' do?"
"Show them we're serious!"
They are now only a few yards from the LCPD department, Trent notices a parked cop car with two police officers outside. They are coming up from behind at full speed, a disastrious hell-struck explosion of fusing metal sends a wave of mass destruction that rings throughout the entire street.
The S.W.A.T. van is nearly untouched with only minor dents, 8-ball manges to stop it before it hits anyone on the sidewalk, which is where the van ends up.
Everyone gets out and 8-ball runs towards the cop car. The rear of the car is obliterated, it looks like it was struck by the ultimate bolt of lightning, and is several feet away from where it originally was.
The bloody and crushed body of one of the officers is lying four feet in front of the car his blood everywhere. The other cop is still alive inside the car trapped, his body is torn by all kinds of metal objects and he wouldn't live for more than fifteen minutes.
"This is fucked up..." 8-ball says looking at it.
"I know man, but you have to forget about it, we have to worry about Fido, besides it's done now, you can't change the past, and we can change the future later."
Fidelio runs towards the cop in the car. The cop screams in agony, and tears roll down his face, Fidelio raises his gun - a woman screams "Oh my GOD!" as Fidelio sends channels of bullets through the cops body ripping out his life. Fidelio looks totally disgusted, "Let's get this shit over with, I don't even like cops and this shit is effectin' me."
Fidelio, has a Silver handgun with a black grip, 8-ball has the submachinegun Barrettas, and Trent has a Spas twelve shotgun. 8-ball kicks open the double doors to the station, "Say hello to 8-ball ladies!"
A flame bursts from Trent's gun blasting a hole through the Cop sitting at the counter. Two cops run out and Fidelio and 8-ball simultaneously turn them into swiss cheese.
The other mobsters rush the building.
The breakout had begun.
Trent swings the door to the house open, and enters, crouched, dragging something. He leans his shoulder on the doorframe. Tony can see that Trent's got his gun in his left hand, Tony can tell he's been dragging something because Trent was right-handed. Tony doesn't move but he does strain to see what it is.
"Tony, Sam here? Samantha's not here is she."
"Huh? Oh, no she ain't here, I had Agostino and Sal take her."
"Good." he says then he brings the object he's been dragging into view, a S.W.A.T. member. He drags him all the way to the couch then he sits his back against the arm rest, leaving the cop bleeding on the hardwood floor. "Where'd they take her."
"Holy shit you brought a fuckin' cop in here. You know there's going to be like ninety Mobsters in here in half an hour, and they'll kill him if they see 'em."
The cop is breathing heavily and his eyes are open only slightly, other than that he doesn't have any interaction with the enviornment.
"Why are so many people comin'?" 8-ball asks coming in, he closes the door behind him.
"Fidelio found the money, they're gonna bring it here."
8-ball looks around, "Where's Fido? He with Fidelio?"
"The cops got him."
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?!"
"Fidelio called a little while ago, he said he got the money, but he lost you guys, and he watched Fido get busted. When I got the call I told them to take the girl somewhere else, because it'll be swarmin' with my guys soon, they left, and then you came in."
"The cops busted Fido." 8-ball says amazed.
"I want you guys to go get him out, he'll be in a holdin' cell, that should be the easiest time to get him. Take some of my guys with you when they walk through the door."
8-ball opens the door and goes outside.
"Where the fuck's he goin'?" Tony asks.
"Oh, there's a S.W.A.T. van out there, he's got to get rid of it."
Tony runs out onto the lawn yelling at 8-ball, the sun is going down and it's getting dark, it still hasn't stopped raining. "8-ball! 8-ball!"
8-ball stops the truck. "What?"
"Just hide it, you can use it when you go to get Fido."
"Hey... Tony that's not a bad idea man, hold up, I'll go park it over there. We can put a lot of your guys in the back, that way we'll have a full arsenal of people in a seconds."
Releasing The Caged Fido Part 1:
TRENT 8-BALL & FIDELIO:
It's been a half hour, and everyone is ready to risk their lives for one imprisoned man, Fido. Fifty to Sixty Mobsters fill the home, all of them with some type of loaded weapon and a few with sharp objects. Trent and 8-ball weren't quite ready to kill cops - it would make their records worse and it was as bad as killing innocent pedestrians to them. The difference now was, they had to do it to get back Fido, and that meant more than caring about a bunch of men who wanted them either jailed or dead.
The David Duchovney looking doctor, is examining the S.W.A.T. van including blood stains. A lot of the mobsters had noticed his resemblance to the X-files actor, and had taken to calling him Fox.
"Well," he says, "I did major in forensic psychology, but I'm not quite an expert on the situation since I focus mostly on surgical procedures within my medical career. You can see some gunpowder on the windshield over there by the passanger-side window, and 8-ball said he was deaf in his left ear. After the loud noise the S.W.A.T. guy was bleeding right?"
"Yeah." 8-ball says nodding his head.
"The bullet ricocheted of the window and hit the cop in the leg."
"Okay now what about 8-ball's ear?"
"...I can't tell how long it'll stay that way at all. If he's going to go into a shooting frenzy he might need someone to be his left ear for him, or he may end up dead.
Fidelio walks over to 8-ball, "Yeah okay I'll watch out for him."
"Okay I have to go check up on the cop. You guys better be careful, you come back here all fucked up and I'm the one who has to deal with it," everyone starts loading into the van, "... and don't get yourselves killed either."
The army of Mobsters is loaded into the van most carrying different weapons than the next, a man in the background hums 'The ants go marching one by one' which he is obviously listening to on his CD player. A lot of these guy knew Fido, and the ones who didn't like him, respected him, and that's all that mattered. It was the first time that the Mob had ever been this ready to start a war with the LCPD, but Tony was ready to exact revenge.
8-ball turns to Trent, "You know man, you haven't seen your daughter all day."
"I know, I hope she's safe."
"She's with the Nico brothers man, of course she's safe, those two guy would chop their heads off before they let anything happen to that little girl."
"How do you know that?"
"I don't it's just instinct, beside they're loyal and tough, they wouldn't let anyone harm one hair on her head. Come on let's get the fuck outta' here." 8-ball leans forward turning on the ignition, the truck roars to life, "I don't know why man... but I love that sound."
"When I get back I need to spend some time with Sam. Take her out to eat or something."
"Take her to get a haircut, she looks like Agostino could be her father, that mothafucka's hair touches his lower back!"
"Yeah well, she likes her hair that way, besides woman don't look good with short hair."
"Yeah, but she's your daughter right? How good do you really want her to look, you want her bringin' home a Ving Rhames lookin' guy, fuckin' buff ass son of a bitch with an attitude? Or a Backstreet Boy? Cuz' the better she looks the more guy problems she - and you - will have."
"Maybe I'll take her to get a haircut."
"Hey I wanted to ask you Trent, and I want you to be straight up. How do you feel about wastin' cops?"
"It's like killin' civillians man, sometimes they get in the way. It's fucked up, and I don't want to kill 'em but sometimes it might come down to it. They ain't like us man, we chose this shit, are families suffer for it. These guys are doin' right by catchin' a lot of these motherfuckers, all you got to remember is they're after YOU. AND in a certain way that shit ain't right cuz' they don't know you, and they're not all good either. What you got to remember is you know YOU and that makes them wrong if you like who you are and they try to take it from you. Ask me if I want to? No. But, ask me if I will to get Fido away from them? Hell YES..."
"Couldn't of said it better myself."
8-ball pushes down on the gas going for top speed he buckles his seat belt, Trent does the same. "What the fuck're you gonna' do?"
"Show them we're serious!"
They are now only a few yards from the LCPD department, Trent notices a parked cop car with two police officers outside. They are coming up from behind at full speed, a disastrious hell-struck explosion of fusing metal sends a wave of mass destruction that rings throughout the entire street.
The S.W.A.T. van is nearly untouched with only minor dents, 8-ball manges to stop it before it hits anyone on the sidewalk, which is where the van ends up.
Everyone gets out and 8-ball runs towards the cop car. The rear of the car is obliterated, it looks like it was struck by the ultimate bolt of lightning, and is several feet away from where it originally was.
The bloody and crushed body of one of the officers is lying four feet in front of the car his blood everywhere. The other cop is still alive inside the car trapped, his body is torn by all kinds of metal objects and he wouldn't live for more than fifteen minutes.
"This is fucked up..." 8-ball says looking at it.
"I know man, but you have to forget about it, we have to worry about Fido, besides it's done now, you can't change the past, and we can change the future later."
Fidelio runs towards the cop in the car. The cop screams in agony, and tears roll down his face, Fidelio raises his gun - a woman screams "Oh my GOD!" as Fidelio sends channels of bullets through the cops body ripping out his life. Fidelio looks totally disgusted, "Let's get this shit over with, I don't even like cops and this shit is effectin' me."
Fidelio, has a Silver handgun with a black grip, 8-ball has the submachinegun Barrettas, and Trent has a Spas twelve shotgun. 8-ball kicks open the double doors to the station, "Say hello to 8-ball ladies!"
A flame bursts from Trent's gun blasting a hole through the Cop sitting at the counter. Two cops run out and Fidelio and 8-ball simultaneously turn them into swiss cheese.
The other mobsters rush the building.
The breakout had begun.