Jin Rakai lets out a groan of exhaustion and opens his mouth to let out a long yawn. He stretches his arms out and leans back in his seat.

Jin had been sitting there doing nothing but reading LIFE magazine for a solid six hours. It was now time for a long deserved rest.

Shun was lucky, lucky the bullet didn't hit any of his veins or anything. It just grazed him.A nonfatal wound. Any more inches though and he would be dead right now.

Jin leans back in his plastic-cast chair; he closes his eyes. It was time to forget about what had all happened. He was free now, a free man. He turns it over and over in his mind. He couldn't shake the memories of killing all those innocent people. All those cops he had killed. Jin's thoughts shift to when all the cops guns were all trained on him. He would have been dead there if Rinzu hadn't have stepped in. He sees in his mind as Rinzu presses on the fire trigger and a rocket is launched into the air. It hurtles towards the cops, who were all frozen in place. It hits and the cops and cars are sent flying in different directions. Flames spill into the air and the officers that survived are left limbless or bleeding onto the pavement. Jin couldn't believe it, he laughed about the whole thing.

He was laughing!

His boisterous guffaws echoed along the flaming detention gates, almost going over Rinzu's raspy cackle. He knew all too well that Rinzu was ruthless, but he was no way close to that.

Jin's eyes burst open and he shakes his head. No, they had it coming to them. It was better all them than me. Jin gets out of his seat and walks past all the empty seats in the waiting room area. He trudges past the muted television, which now had on CNN. Jin hated the news, he hated to see nothing but murders, kidnappings, rapes, and death for one solid hour. That was all that had been happening in the cold city of San Fierro, the unforgiving city, as Rinzu had told him.

Jin walks through the entrance and makes a right, wobbling a little because of his exhaustion. He blinks twice and makes out the blurred image of what looks like the symbol of a male over the door entryway.

He walks inside and stops at the first sink. He looks down at the faucet and the knobs. After looking at them for a brief moment, they started spinning around and round. Jin shakes his head and opens his eyes again. The cold water knob was back to normal, not spinning at all.

Man, I really need to get some sleep.

Jin twists the knob and cold water spills down the faucet and into his cupped hands. He brings them up to his face and splashes onto his forehead. The lack of sleep had given him a killer headache. It felt like it was about to explode. Jin shakes his once gelled head and knocks the water off. He then looks up to his reflection. His pallid figure stared back at him. Somehow it looked twice as tired as Jin felt. Jin moves his eyes downwards and looks at what he was wearing. He had almost forgot about what he and Akari had done before they came to the hospital.

They had pulled into an alleyway and spotted a group of homeless people. Having no other choice, Akari and Shun jumped out and started rounding on three of them. After finally knocking them out, they had stolen their clothes. Jin had felt some remorse about it, but they had no choice. They had to find some clothes quick. They couldn't just go to a supermarket and buy some shirts while looking all bloody and dressed in orange jail clothes.


Jose Saldivar takes a huge bite of the bear claw he had just ordered. He chews the delicious morsel and then swallows. He closes his eyes in satisfaction and licks his stubby, dirty fingers. He then takes another huge bite. Two others arrive to sit beside him. They sat in the seats opposite and began bringing out their donuts. One of them gets up, a shade wearing, buzz-cut kinda guy. He practically had the whole cop look, except he was wearing a Pro-Laps 69ers shirt.

"Dammit, forgot to get my coffee."

"Wayne! Get me some sugar while your at it!" Said Jose in his Hispanic-accent.

Wayne Aldridge turns and glances back at the Guatemalan deputy. "Sweet N' Low?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied cooly.

He turns back around in the red leather seat and takes two more bites out of his bear claw. He then grabs his coffee and gulps it down, despite how hot it is. He locks his eyes back onto the last piece of the donut and quickly gobbles it down.

Jose loved donuts. Probably more than any other cop in the whole San Fierro Police Department. He hungrily reaches his arm into the bag and pulls out another enticing bear claw. The younger undercover cop across from him stares, surprised at how much the deputy loved donuts. Jose was about to take the final bite when he saw in the corner of his eye, a Chinese man walk into the store. He surveys him and realizes who the guy is. He's in the Tong. Probably one of the Red Gecko's. They were the new guys in San Fierro, just recently set up business here in the state of San Andreas. Jose looks across the table at the rookie, Allen Hodges.

"Hey, there's our guy. Get ready," he whispers.

Allen nods and puts his LC Tacos shirt over his gun, which was sticking out. Jose turns to Wayne and moves his head in the direction of the Tong gangster.

This wasn't a sting or anything. This was a secret meeting. Jose was in business with the Tong for a long time and this is one of his many meetings with them. The Chinese man struts forwards and recognizes the three undercover cops.

"Nihao! What's up Jose?"

The Chinese guy sits between Jose and Allen, drawinga whole lot of attention to the two cops.

"So, are we going to settle this outside or in here," said the Red Gecko.

"Preferably outside," says Jose.

They all get up at the same time and Wayne takes his last bite out of his donut and trashes the bag. They walk forwards and the Chinese guy gets to the door first. He reaches his arm out and is about to open it.

BOOM!

A hail of shotgun pellets tear through the windows and narrowly miss Jose. The Red Gecko gangster is blown backwards, having got it right in the face. The assailants stop right at the side windows and open fire with Kalashnikov rifles. Jose freezes, not having enough time to dodge.Allen runs towards him and tackles him. The bullets soar past him and shatter the back windows. Jose grits his teeth and immediately fires his .44 at the van that fired the bullets. The driver of the Moonbeam guns the accelerator and storms down the street. Jose and Wayne look to their left and see that the Chinese gang member was dead.

"It was a rival gang!" Yells Allen.

Jose, Wayne, and Allen immediately start running through the door and onto the sidewalk, leaving the stricken cashier screaming. They arrive at their destination, three motorcycles. They each jump on, move the kickstand up, and start the motor. They shift into gear and take off after the van.

Jose moves in the lead and raises his .44. He aims at the rear window and opens fire. He swerves a bit because of his right arm being thrown back. He straightens and fires the Magnum again. The van swerves and a person appears at the shot-out rear window. He raises the AK47 and lets out a volley of bullets towards the trio of bikers. They all swerve and Jose fires. The bullet cuts through the air and slams right into the guy's forehead. He falls back and into the foot of the back seat. Another shadowy figure appears at the window and fires a shotgun. Jose and Wayne swerve them, but Allen wasn't so lucky. The shell splits and the pellets rip through his motorcycles front wheel. It gets caught and the bike makes a sudden nosie. Allen is thrown headfirst through thewind shield and in front of the bike.

It flips over him and slams into a nearby parked car. Allen rolls several feet along the sidewalk, then rests upon a lightpole. Wayne looks back and hesaw Allen'scrumpled form laying there,lifeless, in the dim light of the street. Jose screams and speeds the bike to its top speed. He swings tothe side of the van and fires at the wheels. The rear left is shot out and the driver grabs the wheel to keep it from veering to the right.

Jose fires his last shot and the driver is capped. He slumps over to the side and onto the passenger.Thepassengerattempts to grab the wheel, but it was too late. The van runs into the side of an alley and the whole left side is ripped off of the van. It bursts into flames and the engine block explodes, sending the right side of the van into a concrete wall. The passenger is thrown out and he lawmotionless on the ground. Jose and Wayne slam on brakes and stop just short of the burning wreckage. Wayne finds the motionless passenger assailant and stops in his tracks. He then raises his .44 Magnum and aims it at the seemingly-dead hitman. The guy comes to and he screams in pain. Wayne jams the guns barrel right into his chest and screams, "Who the fuck are you andwho're you working for?"

The guy lets out a bloody gurgle and then screams, more pressure being put on his chest.

"You tell me who you're working for, or I'm going to shoot you right through your heart you fuck."

"R–Rin–Rinzu! Rinzu K-Kasen!" The Asian guy yells in agony.

Wayne turns to Jose. "Yakuza?"

"Kuso shinezo!" Screams the guy, telling the cop to die shitting.

Jose nods and Wayne turns back to the Yakuza hitman. He pulls back the hammer of his .44 and fires right between the guys groin.

He screams in agony and rolls around yelling his lungs out. Hescreams again and again, filling the air with his pain.Wayne moves the guns barrel to the guys leg and puts a bullet in hisright knee cap.

He grabs his leg and screams even louder, having gotten shot where it probably hurt the worst.Wayne fires again into the guys stomach. Blood sprays everywhere and showers both of them. Wayne wipes his face and starts walking away, done with relieving his stress.

Jose wasn't so forgiving though, he aims straight at the guys face and fires. The Yakuza hitman stops screaming and his head falls back, a big bullet hole in the cheek. Crimson blood spills down the sidewalk, forming a stream. It leaks down the alley and empties into a drainage pipe.

Jose turns and walks away, dropping the gun. Sirens fill the empty street corner of Kings and the SFPD arrive, jamming on brakes. Several officers get out and stare in horror at the two cops covered with blood, and themutilated figurethat lay motionless on the pavement.