FIDO:
Fido lays in the back of the Colombians van, wielding an eleven inch blade, combat knife. He'd pocketed it from the man as his handgun was being taken from his pocket. Fido hadn't been in so much pain in a long time. His face peirced with broken glass, and worst of all he had lost. There was no denying in Fido's mind that he was getting stale he'd have to get crafty soon, his life depended on it.
Fido had only ever been caught like this twice before, and it was never by criminals. It was a mystery to him what was going on, but he could care less. He was going to get his revenge anyway.
Laying in the back of the van looking up at barely visible rooftop Fido found himself thinking about Trent's daughter. It confused him how little time Trent could spend with his daughter but how much time Agostino was able to. It was true that Trent was a slightly better hired gun than Agostino, and Tony was a stubborn bastard, despite the way it looked from the outside, Tony was not a bully. He couldn't push anybody around. Shit, it was probably his mom that made him end up that way. Trent had to be the most loyal person Fido knew, he took every job no matter what it was.
Fido was close, but if Tony ever betrayed Fido he would never think twice about giving him a bullet, or anyone else for that matter. It was hard enough for Fido to try to trust anyone in the first place, ever since that bitch Catalina, and that crazy chick Maria had just reminded him how annoying people were.
Fido held his breath, the van was pulling in somewhere. He couldn't see but, he could here the crunch of the dirt beneath the wheels of the van. He gets to his feet but has to crouch down. He prepares himself, waiting, knife above his chest, ready to swing. The door clicks on the back of the van, then it swings open.
The Cartel on the other side, is startled to see Fido holding a knife. BAM! His handgun goes off, hitting Fido in the chest. Fido, stumbles backward. Then in a fit of rage he bursts forward slashing horizontally, the Cartels throat splits open spraying blood across the van's backdoor.
Fido, stumbles out, his head felt like it was filled with air, and his chest feel compressing, a vice grip on his heart. He holds his chest in pain as he staggers towards the front of the van. Fido'd been shot in the lung, his trouble breathing was having a serious effect on him.
Despite all of this Fido, pulls open the front door of the van, and looks around inside. He looks at the dashboard, he pulls open a compartment and grabs his weapon. The Uzi the Cartel had used on him earlier. He as he wobbles back towards the end of the van, he takes the silencer off, he wanted these motherfucker to know where he was, and that he was serious.
He leans against the side of the Rumpo, at the rear. He looks forward, four Mobsters are walking around the outside of Staunton Island Plaza. He waves at them, trying to get them to come over, they do, but all of them point their guns at him. 'Motherfuckers are they crazy!' he starts blasting away on them. His Uzi jams, he drops it on the ground. He was in a dirt patch, but ahead of him was some of the greenest grass in Liberty. He could hear the sound of running feet through this grass.
He takes his combat knife out and hides behind the open door of the van. He makes out the black clothing, no way it was a pedestrian. Mobsters had shot at him just seconds before. He angrily jumps out from behind the door and sticks the knife in the Mobster. Fido felt like he was dying. He couldn't take it anymore. He bolts forward up a small hill towards the streets, trying desprately to breath. 'CCLLNK'
Fido hits the ground violently. His head pulsing. A Cartel standing over him holding a two-by-four. "Where you think your goin'?"
'I don't have time for this shit!' he gets on his knees and takes a forward step, the Cartel hits him in the back with the piece of wood, but Fido isn't affected. He brings his fist up punching the Cartel between the legs. Fido pats down the Cartel, 'FUCK! No guns!' Fido takes the two-by-four and runs into the street. Behind him the Cartel, runs towards him, all of a sudden. 'ZZZMMM! SPPPSHHH' A Mafia Sentinal speeding forward blasts the Cartel, The sentinal was going towards Fido now, he jumps to his right. BAM, a Sabre had come up the hill that Fido'd come through, and the Sentinal had run into it. The Sabre twirls around violently as the Sentinal stops.
The Sabre makes it's last rotation and hits Fido above the legs, sending him soaring his head cracks against a parked Stallion. His head is cut open, and he bleeds on the concrete. He felt like he was going to die. Deja vu.