FIDELIO:
Fidelio sits in front of Staunton Island Hospital sipping a beer. Tony had told him to wait there for an arriving ambulance. He hears the sound of sirens, and drops his beer at his feet and picks up a shotgun that had been leaning on his knee. He holds it up waiting for the ambulance to come closer. The ambulance is about two yards in front of him when he fires a shot. It hits the left side missing the driver.
The ambulance tilts onto its side and slides across the ground. Fidelio casually walks over to the front of the ambulance, he tilts his body looking through the window at the terrified driver.
"Who's in the back?"
The driver stumbles on his words and Fidelio pumps a shell out of the shotgun and with one hand presses it against the windshield aiming it at the man's face. This time the driver is very clear, "Some FUCKING Colombian guy! He's bleeding all over the place!"
Fidelio walks over to the back of the van and pulls the left door open - which right now is the bottom door. Another medic appears, having a panic attack.
"Get the fuck out of here..." Fidelio says kicking him in his ass as he crawls out of the van. "You're lucky I don't kill your fuckin' ass."
Smiling he pulls the stretcher sideways out of the van, a Colombian is strapped to it, he pulls the wheels down and puts the stretcher on the ground the correct way then gets in the man's face.
"I heard you and your buddy shoved a mute in the back of a van, now... where did you take him? I'm not a liar, so I'll tell you right now that I will only ask you once." he pulls the oxygen away from the Colombians face.
He coughs "I... don't, I don't..."
"I don't I don't!? That doesn't sound like it's going to be the right fuckin' answer does it?" He takes his left hand and presses on one of the bullet wounds.
"NO! NO! NO! AAAHH!" He breathes heavily, "FUCK, Staunton... PLAZA! Staunton Plaza..."
"Yep Staunton Plaza, got'ya."
He aims his shotgun at the wheels that support the Colombians lower body and fires causing them to retract and Colombian's stretcher is now standing him almost straight up.
"No mercy." He blows the Colombians brains all over the stretcher. And walks up the steps towards Staunton Island Plaza like nothing ever happened.
He hops in his dark green Sabre and rides down the street, the closer he gets the more gunshots there seem to be. He spots several vans in all of the mess. Fido had to be in one of them. He waits for signs anything that might show where Fido is. He watches a Colombian guy pull open the back of a Van and the gangster's gun goes off. Fidelio is a distance from the scene but can still see a very violent spray of blood spew from the Colombians neck, staining the back of the van.
Fidelio presses a single button on his phone.
".... 8-ball I found Fido, get your ass down here right now!...... YES fuckin' seriously! Hurry your ass up!"
He jumps out of his Sabre running for the back of the van that he'd seen Fido in - He trips and almost falls down when he hears a machinegun clip empty into four mobsters... Fido was killing them. Fidelio runs over to the open door of the van, as he does Fido jumps appears and slams the blade into the the flesh of Fidelio's gut. Fidelio watches watches the back of Fido's head as he bolts out of there.
'Fuck...' Fidelio stumbles back on one knee a single stream of warm blood layers his mouth and begins to drip onto the cold grass, droplets of rain blinding him he could care less, he was in a dream now. 'BOOOM!' Fielio's snapped back to reality, he looks at a pool of blood on the ground, his shotgun clutched in his hand gunpowder clinging to the cylinder barrel. The Colombian in front of him falls, a hole in his chest. Fidelio could just barely make out the figure. He'd fired blind.
He pulls himself up to his feet and stumbles back to his car, a combat knife still dug deep in his stomach. He wipes water off of his eyes and peers through the window. He doesn't realize how long he's been waiting, but after awhile he spots a black Rancher riding through, the body of a man hits the windshield, and the Rancher's engine roars seeming to move faster, like a rhyno that's been hit with a brick while running.
'Fuck...' 'BLLLAAAMMM' The Rancher sends Fidelio's Sabre flying into the road. Fidelio's lungs seem to compress, and his breathing problems worsen. Directly after the first impact BAM, a speeding car sends the Sabre swirling in four three-sixties. Pieces of the car seem to be everywhere. Fidelio's thoughts disappear and his eyes burn out.
The last thing he sees... is the knife sticking out of him.