Chapter 3: Repercussions

I do not own Gunsmith Cats, Kenichi Sonoda does, but I do own the characters I have created.

"Why are you so happy today?" May asked Rally.

Rally grinned, "Roy just called me a few minutes ago with some good news. You know how I was telling you about that guy, Adam Taylor?"

"Yeah, what about him?" May asked.

"Well, there is now a bounty on him and his older brother!" Rally said barely able to contain her joy.

"What the hell did they do, and how much is the bounty?" May asked with excitement.

"They're wanted for possible manslaughter charges and drug dealing charges as well as a few others. Their bounty isn't much, only a thousand for each of them, but at least I can finally get out and do something other than be bored out of my damn mind." Rally said.

"A thousand each? You must be bored, Rally. So, where are you gonna start looking? Do you know anyone that knows them personally?" May asked.

Rally smiled, "I know a few people I can ask."

Adam was still bleeding by the time they got back to Franks. The two brothers made a quick stop at their apartment to gather some of their equipment and other things that they would need.

"What the fuck happened!" Frank asked as he saw blood covering Adams pants.

"It was a hit. Some asshole tried to kill us. A bullet skimmed Adam in the leg so go start up the stove and put your iron on top of it," Russell said to Frank and then turned his attention to his brother, "I'm gonna get some painkillers in my car for you. This isn't gonna feel good Adam."

Adam nodded, "I know, but it has to be done or else I'll bleed to death from a damn flesh wound."

Russell nodded and left the apartment to go get the painkillers.

"Alright the iron is on top of one of the stove burners. Adam, you want me to get you a cloth or something for you to bite down on?" Frank asked with a bit of worry in his voice.

"Yeah."

"You ok, man? You don't look so hot." Frank said with concern.

"I'm gonna be fine. I just need to stop the bleeding. After that I'll need some sugar foods and protein. Need to get some glucose back in my body." Adam said sounding a bit tired.

Frank nodded and the two waited until Russell finally came back with a bottle of some sort of drug.

"What is that?" Adam asked a bit wearily.

"This is Vicadin. It's the strongest painkiller I had in the car. Two of these will make you feel a lot better." Russell reassured.

Adam just nodded and dry swallowed two of them. Adam took off the piece of cloth that was preventing his wound from bleeding, and then Russell pinned Adam's arms down and took the piece of the cloth that Frank got and placed it in Adams mouth. Adam bit down on it. Frank went back into the kitchen and retrieved the scorching, hot iron and brought it over to where Adam and Russell were. Frank looked at the two brothers who just nodded at him and Frank knew what that meant. Frank then brought the hot iron down on Adams wound. A sizzling sound could be heard and Adam began to twist and writhe in pain. Adams muffled screams could be heard and the smell of burning flesh began to fill the room. Russell was still keeping his brothers arms pinned down. Frank held the iron there for a thirty seconds that seemed to last forever. Once the thirty seconds ended, Frank took the iron off Adams wound and had a look at it. It had completely cauterized the wound, but left a large burn mark on his leg. Russell was now holding Adams hand. Adam just stared at his older brother with eyes full of pain. Frank walked to his bathroom and came back with a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"Adam, Frank is going to pour some alcohol on your wound so it won't get infected, ok?" Russell said in a calm, nurturing voice.

Adam didn't say anything. Russell nodded for Frank to pour the stuff. Frank unscrewed the cap and poured a tablespoon of it over his wound. Adams scream was muffled by the cloth and then he closed his eyes.

"Shit! Is he dead?" Frank said as he began to panic.

"No. He just passed out. Pour some more on." Russell said.

After Russell and Frank bandaged Adams wound they laid him on the couch and let him rest. The two then brought up the equipment that was still in the car. Russell finally sat down at Frank's dinner table with a blank look on his face. Frank pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a nervous twitch in his hand.

"Do you mind telling me what the fuck happened?" Frank asked.

Russell snapped out of his trance and said, "We were just making a deal with Andrew, then some dickhead started shooting the place to shit. He was good. He was quick and he snuck up on us. This guy was also wearing some sort of body armor. Adam shot him four times in the chest and he kept on shooting us."

"Did you recognize him? Was he Russian?" Frank asked.

"No. He wasn't Russian. I could tell. There was something different about him. He was too good to be some dip shit Russian hit man for Checkov. This guy was a professional, someone from the outside. I wouldn't be surprised if Checkov hired him. He probably wanted someone from the outside to do it, that way no one can say Checkov actually did it or that it was one of his men." Russell said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Fuck. Well, maybe you should call Jim. See if he can help." Frank suggested.

"Jim might help but he won't want to get directly involved if there is no way to prove that Checkov hired a man. That's just a guess. Who knows who the fuck that guy was. He could have been some psycho vigilante for all we know." Russell said as he rubbed his head.

"I don't think a crazy vigilante would be able to catch you two off guard unless he was a professional. Also, how could he have known that you two were going to be there?" Frank asked.

"Hell if I know. Your guess is as good as mine." Russell replied with a sigh.

Frank took a long drag from his cigarette and puffed out the smoke.

"Hey, Frank, don't worry about it. We're the targets, not you." Russell reassured Frank.

"I'm not worried about that. I am on fucking parole, Russ. I can't be harboring wanted men. I'll go back to jail for sure. Your fingerprints are going to be all over Andrews house, and on top of that you have Andrews body and drugs with your fingerprints on them. I paid my debt to society, Russell. I am not going back." Frank said as he took in another drag of cigarette smoke.

Russell chuckled, " No need to worry about that, Frank. Only Jim and some of his buddies know that you, Adam, and I are friends. No one's gonna be looking for us here, but if someone does, we'll take care of it."

"I sure hope so. There is no way I'm going back to jail," Frank said as put his cigarette out and looked over to the duffle bags full of the equipment they brought up from the car, "So what's in those duffle bags? They were pretty damn heavy."

"Those are some of our 'toys' that we may use. Adam didn't want go around without his guns. We also brought some other stuff, like money, food and some of Adams artillery if needed."

"Artillery! What are you two gonna do? Start a war?" Frank said a bit loudly.

"Don't know. We were thinking about it. It's also good to have that stuff when you need it." Russell replied.

Frank rolled his eyes. He knew how much damage these two can cause; he's seen them do it. If Checkov wants to start a fight with these two, he's going to get a war.

The Ghost was at his hotel room cleaning his guns. He was pleased with his little skirmish with the two brothers. He was especially pleased to see that Adam was there. That was an unexpected turn of events. The young man was no slouch with a gun, even when he was caught of guard. He made four direct hits to his chest. He still had rather large bruises from those hits, but he enjoyed the pain. He enjoyed the glory of battle. Finally he had some worthy opponents.

Rally and May got into the magnificent Cobra GT 500. The engine started with an impressive roar. Rally then pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey Becky, its me, Rally. I got a favor to ask ya. Do you know anything about Russell and Adam Taylor? Any of their friends, or buyers?"

"I don't have much info on those two. They are well known on the streets and the underground crime world, but they are really hard to track down. It's not easy to get information on them. I could ask around but it will cost ya." Becky said sounding perky.

"Ugh. How much?" Rally asked with impatience.

"I shall discuss that with you once I find the info." Becky stated with a mischievous tone.

"Great. You better not charge me a shit load of money if you don't find out anything, you got it? I won't pay you if come up with nothing." Rally threatened.

"Come on, Rally. You know me. I'll find something." Becky reassured then hung up.

Rally sighed, "I sure hope she can come up with something. Roy doesn't even have much on these two."

"You still haven't told me who we are going to ask, Rally." May whined.

"Roy said these two have Italian mob connections, mainly to Big Jim. I was thinking we could pay Joey Sorvino a little visit. He's a retired mob member and he's under the protection of Papa Morelli. He's an untouchable. I've asked him for information before on other bounties. He refuses to give information on his Italian brethren, but these two brothers aren't Italian from what I hear." Rally said with a sly smile.

"They have connections with Big Jim? Are you sure you wanna chase these two, Rally? I don't wanna piss off the Italian mafia. We've already racked up a Gunsmith Cats hate club. I don't really want to add Big Jim and his mafia buddies to it." May said.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, May. Once we get a pin on them we cuff 'em, take them in, and were done." Rally assured May.

"Yeah, but how do we know that cuffing them is going to be easy?"

"That's the fun part." Rally smiled as they pulled into the driveway of a large mansion.

The entrance of the house had two giant pillars making it seem castle like. There was a spectacular water fountain in the front and a beautiful garden was off to the side of the driveway. It was full of rare and exotic flowers. This was Joey Sorvino's place.

Rally killed the engine and her and May exited the Cobra and made their way to the entrance of the over priced house. Rally rang the doorbell, which played some sort of Italian tune. The door opened to reveal a short, chubby Italian maid who was in her mid forties.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a heavy Italian accent.

"Yes, we're here to see Joey. Tell him that Rally Vincent is here to see him." Rally politely said.

"Rally Vincent! I saw you in the papers a while back when you attacked that police officer!" She shouted.

Rally gave an embarrassed smile, she remembered that incident. She had almost killed her friend Roy due to a drug hallucination.

"Yeah, that was an accident, sort of." Rally said nervously.

"I'll go get Joey for you, ok? JOEY!" She yelled.

"What?" shouted a voice.

"Rally Vincent is here to see you!"

Rally rolled her eyes; she could have done that herself. May just giggled. A large, chubby man walked down from the second floor. His graying hair was slicked back. He was sixty-seven, but he looked and acted much younger. He was about 5'9 and had bright green eyes. He began to argue with his maid, who in turn argued back. They were both shouting at each other in Italian and finally the maid left with a disgusted face.

"I do apologize. Maria has a tendency to be very loud and it disturbs me when I am reading the papers." Joey explained.

Rally nodded, "No need to apologize, Joey. So, how have things been?"

Joey shrugged, "I'm taking the wife to Miami next week. She's always telling me that we never get out and do things."

"Miami, huh? Sounds like fun." Rally replied.

" Yeah, I guess, if you think my wife is fun. So, why is it you have come down to visit me? I assume you want information of some sorts, am I right?" Joey asked.

"You know me pretty well, Joey. I just need some info on two men you might know. Have you heard of Russell and Adam Taylor?"

Joey gave off a hearty laugh, " Are you goin' after them? HA! You're gonna have a hell of a time catching them," Joey chuckled some more, "What do you want to know about them?"

"Anything. So far we have nothing to really go off of. They are really hard to track down." Rally said.

"You got that right. What did they do to get the famous Rally Vincent after them?" Joey asked with a smile.

"Quite a few things. Possible manslaughter, drug dealings among other things." Rally explained.

" That's it? I thought it would be something more spectacular. Oh well. I really like those boys, even if they aren't Italian," Joey said with a sigh, "Well, Russell's big thing is dealing drugs. Big Jim entrusts Russell with certain drugs and Russell goes out sells it and brings back the money to Jim. Russell has lots of dedicated 'clients' and has no trouble selling. Adam, on the other hand, doesn't work for Big Jim. He works on his own. He gets stolen guns and sells them to whoever is willing to pay the most. Sort of like you, Rally. Except there is no waiting period or background check."

"And he is selling illegal and stolen guns, Joey." Rally shot back, not liking to be compared with other criminals.

Joey grinned, "Adam is good friends with Jim. He also sells guns to him, but only occasionally. Lately the two have been having trouble with the Russian mob. Russell is ruining their drug business and Adam is ruining their weapons business. Both of them sell high quality stuff for good prices, which causes them to get more clients. The Russians on the other hand are cheap bastards and sell their stuff at much more expensive prices. The Russians aren't happy about it. They have already tried having them killed, but those two killed all the men that were sent after them." Joey explained.

"Killed?" Rally said as she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah. They are really nice boys, but when they are cornered or attacked they can be brutal. They have killed quite a few people, and they are really good at it." Joey warned.

"Do you know any of their friends or any people they sell there stuff too?" Rally asked.

"They do have a really close friend of theirs named Frank Johnson. I'm not sure where he lives, but I do know he is on parole. Maybe you can start there. But for now, that is all I will give you."

Rally smiled, "Thanks Joey. Sounds like we're going to have some fun."

Adam woke up with an extreme headache. He held his head and moaned. It hurt worse then the burn on his leg. He sat up from the couch and looked around the apartment to see if anyone was there. He found Frank slumped over on his chair sleeping and Russell was sleeping on the floor next to the couch.

"Hey, Russ." Adam said as he nudged his brother.

Russell made a muffled whine, then woke up and looked up at Adam.

"How are you feeling?" Russell asked in a tired voice.

"I feel like shit. I'm a little hungry, too."

"Frank has some Twinkies and fish sticks if you're hungry." Russell chuckled.

Adam gave off a small laugh, "That sounds healthy."

"He also has some beer and bottled water. Knock yourself out."

"Oh boy. I feel like its Christmas." Adam said with a tired grin.

"How's your leg?" Russell asked with a look of concern.

"It hurts, but not to bad. My head hurts more." Adam rubbed his head.

"You lost a lot of blood, you haven't eaten anything all day, and you took some really strong painkiller. I bet your head feels like it's been hit with a hammer." Russell said as he stretched out.

"Yup, that's exactly what it feels like." Adam said with a slight nod.

Adam got up from the couch with a groan and dragged himself over to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of water then opened the fridge and grabbed a box of fish sticks.

"You want any fish sticks, Russ?" Adam asked in a groggy tone.

"Nope, I'm good."

Adam shrugged, then put eight fish sticks on a paper plate and placed them in the microwave. He grabbed a jar of tartar sauce from the fridge and placed it on the table that Frank was snoozing on. Russell got up and sat down with Adam at the table. They stared at each other for a while. They both had an eerie calm in their eyes. Russell then gave a slight smile.

"I've been thinking." Russell finally spoke up.

"Oh yeah? What about?" Adam asked.

"I think that guy that tried to kill us was hired by Checkov. We don't have anything to prove it, but I have a hunch he is the one behind it." Russell explained.

"I was thinking the same thing. No one else is pissed off at us enough to hire someone to have us killed, except Checkov." Adam said as he got up and pulled out his fish sticks from the microwave.

Russell nodded in agreement, "So, what do you propose we do?"

"I was thinking about exposing Checkov or find some proof that he hired a hit man to kill us and get him life in prison or," Adam paused as he put some tartar sauce on his fish sticks, " we kill him and his main men."

"We could try to expose him first, and if that doesn't work then lets just kill him." Russell replied.

"Either way, I want to at least kill all his main men. That includes Boris Zaitsev, Dynamite Dimitri, Natasha Krushnev, 'Machine Gun Mikhail', and his right hand man, Alex Chernova. I want them all dead. I am sick and tired of being chased and hunted by the fucking Russians. If we kill them all off and get Checkov sent to jail or killed, that will be the end of the Russian mob in Chicago. They want to pick a fight with us, well, they're gonna get a fucking war."

Russell just nodded, " I like the sound of it. But the question is, are we gonna be able to pull it all off without being caught or killed in the process?"

"By the police or by the Russians?"

"The police and the Russians. I bet they are looking for us right now. It will make our job a bit more difficult." Russell said as he helped himself to one of Adams fish sticks.

"I was thinking that once we take care of our business with the Russians, we should just turn ourselves in. We won't have to worry about getting killed in prison by one of Checkov's men if we get rid of him." Adam explained.

"Yeah, guess you're right. We could use a break couldn't we? In prison you get free cable and food." Russell said with a chuckle.

"We could get Gabriel for our attorney and we probably could end up with two to three years tops, with possibility of parole. We got the money." Adam smiled.

"Sounds like a plan. What about that Rally Vincent chick? Should we watch out for her too?" Russell asked.

"Don't know. If there is a price on our heads then yes we should worry, but if there isn't a bounty on us, then she won't come after us."

Russell leaned back in his chair, "So, who should we kill first?"

"I was thinking about Boris or Dynamite Dimitri. Boris would probably be the easiest. I know where he lives. We could sneak in his house, interrogate him a bit, find out if Checkov really did hire a hit man," Adam said with a sly smirk, "then we cap him once we're done."

"Sounds good to me." Russell said in a casual tone.

"He doesn't have any family so that helps a lot, although he may have a guard or two, but we can take care of that easily." Adam said as he munched on another fish stick.

" When should we start?" Russell asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon." Adam stated.

The next morning, Rally and Misty were heading off to Frank Johnson's apartment. They found out where Frank was staying by asking Roy, he gave them a file on Frank. He was on parole after serving seven months in prison for breaking an entry. May went out again with Ken, so Rally decided to ask if Misty wanted to tag along. She failed to mention to Misty that she might need the use of her lock picking abilities. They reached a neighborhood that wasn't friendly. Graffiti covered the walls of the buildings, many of the buildings were in poor shape, homeless were sleeping on benches, it wasn't the best part of town.

"Wow, who wouldn't want to live here?" Misty said sarcastically.

"You're telling me. I'm not sure if I want to park my car here." Rally said looking around at the neighborhood.

"So, what are you going to ask him?" Misty asked.

"Who? Frank? Not sure exactly what I am going to ask him, but I was thinking something along the lines of "Where can I locate the Taylor brothers". They are supposed to be good friends according to what Joey said." Rally explained.

Rally then pulled into an apartment complex parking lot. There weren't many cars parked in it. There was a Dodge Neon, a nice lifted Toyota T100 pickup and some other junkers. Rally parked next to the Toyota then she killed the engine on her Cobra.

"Now Misty just play it cool if he is home." Rally said, looking into Misty's eyes.

"What if he isn't home?" Misty asked with a sly look on her face.

"Then we can 'accidentally' help ourselves in." Rally smiled back.

The two exited the Cobra and headed up towards Franks apartment.

Russell was the first to awake that morning. He woke up to a loud roaring from outside. He looked out of Frank's window to see if he could find out where that noise was coming from. He was surprised to see an impressive sports car. It pulled into the parking lot down below. He didn't think anything of it until he saw who exited the car. His eyes widened in shock to see who it was. It was that woman that Adam had warned them about. Rally Vincent.

"Shit!" Russell shouted.

Adam woke up with a whine, "Shut up, Russ! Some people are trying to recover from being shot!"

"You're not gonna believe this, Adam! That bounty hunter chick is here!" Russell said in shocked tone.

Adam sat straight up, "What! Where?"

"Right there, in the parking lot! She's coming up I think. Does she know that we are here?" Russell asked

"I doubt it. Maybe she's here for another bounty. I think it would be to soon for a bounty to be placed on us, right?" Adam asked with questioning eyes.

"Don't fucking ask me! Grab your shit and lets get out of here. I don't like this." Russell said, his voice getting angry.

"Why in the hell are you guys shouting?" Frank said as he woke up.

"Rally Vincent is coming up here, we think." Adam replied.

"What!" Frank shouted.

"If she does come up here and asks about us don't tell her shit, understand?" Adam asked.

"Of course I fucking understand! You guys better hide! Or better yet, go out the fire escape in my room." Frank said in a panic stricken voice.

"Ok, cool. Adam, get the duffle bags and hurry. Frank clean up our shit so it won't look like you have had guests." Russell ordered.

The three of them were running around the apartment gathering up things when there was a knock at the door. Frank looked through the peephole and saw two young women looking back through the peephole. Franks eyes widened and he looked at Adam and Russell who were watching him in horror.

"It's her." Frank whispered.

Adam and Russell tiptoed into Frank's bedroom and shut the door quietly.

"Oh, God. Why me?" Frank thought to himself.

Rally and Misty began to walk down the hall to Frank's apartment when they finally reached his residence. She could hear some noise coming from inside. It sounded like running around and whispering.

"Ok, if he answers just act casual, got it?" Rally asked Misty.

"Got it, mother." Misty sassed back.

Rally rolled her eyes, then gave the door a knock. Suddenly the running around and rustling around stopped. For a few seconds there was no response until a voice was heard on the other side of the door.

"Y-yeah? Who is it?" a voice asked.

"Rally Vincent. I am here to ask you a few questions involving a possible murder that involved a couple of your friends." She replied.

There was another pause when, finally, the door opened to reveal a young but unclean and unshaven man. He gave Rally an untrusting look.

"Which friends could you be talking about, Ms. Vincent?" Frank asked.

"Adam and Russell Taylor. There is a warrant for their arrest. A certain man informed me that you are friends with them. Is this correct?" Rally asked. She didn't like the look in his eye.

"Yeah, I'm friends with them. I haven't talked to them for weeks though." Frank lied.

"Really? Can we come in? Just to get a bit more comfortable." Rally asked with a warm smile.

Frank looked at the two, "Who's she?'

"This is a helper of mine, Misty." Rally replied.

"Hello." Misty said in a girlie voice.

"Hi, sure you can come in." Frank said as he walked back into his apartment.

Rally was surprised that he agreed. Most of the people she asked would upset and refuse. He seemed compliant. Frank motioned for them to sit on the couch. Rally looked around the apartment. She remembered hearing whispering and her eyes scanned the apartment.

"What do you want to know?" Frank asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What can you tell us about them?" Rally asked

"I am friends with them. I haven't talked to them for a while. We don't talk much anymore, because I am on parole. Tell me, Ms. Vincent. Do you really think I would rat on my friends if they have contacted me?" Frank replied coldly.

Rally felt some hostility coming from his last remark.

"Ok, how about this. Do you know why they would kill one of their 'clients'?" Rally asked hoping to trick him into messing him up.

"They killed one their clients? When? That doesn't like them. They would never kill a client of theirs unless the client tried to kill them." Frank replied.

He didn't fall for it.

Adam and Russell were listening on their conversation through the door. Frank didn't seem like the kind of guy to keep his cool, but he was doing very well. He kept his cool and lied without stuttering. After listening for a bit, Russell motioned to Adam to leave through the fire escape. Adam nodded and slowly tiptoed toward it. He quietly picked up his duffle bag, and began to walk toward the window. As he tiptoed toward the window, Russell tripped on the stairs and fell to the next floor. Adam suddenly bolted to the window in a panic and began to rush down the fire escape.

"Hey!" a female voice shouted from above.

Adam looked up and saw Rally looking down from Frank's kitchen window.

"Shit! Double time, Russell!" Adam shouted.

The two ran down the fire escape and down into the parking lot like to mental patients on cocaine. Adam could see in his peripheral, Rally running down the fire escape. She must have broken down his door.

"Russ! Take your car and hall ass to our hide out. I'll distract her and I'll come back for my truck, got it?" Adam explained while running.

"You better not get caught!" Russell yelled back.

"Got it!" Adam shouted as he handed Russell the duffle bag.

Russell got into his car and drove off, while Adam ran out of the parking lot and down the street. Rally was beginning to catch up with him. She was faster than he gave her credit for. Adam decided to run into a convenient store. He ran to the back of the store exited out the back. Rally followed. Adam began to feel pain in his leg. It was the burn from his cauterized wound. Adam could not afford to get caught. Adam ran across the middle of the street and into another store, this time it was a small clothes store. Adam hid in one of the fitting rooms and drew his SOCOM .45. He heard Rally slowly walk by and he suddenly broke out through the fitting room, knocking Rally over. He kicked her gun away and trained his gun on her.

"Get up, slowly." Adam ordered, breathing heavily.

Rally complied. She stood up slowly, facing him.

"I apologize that our next meeting had to end up like this. Please don't tell Franks parole officer. He really is a good guy and it wasn't fair for us to ask him to let us stay at his place." Adam explained.

Rally stared at him with her piercing blue eyes. She had a somewhat confused look on her face.

"Now, lets go toots." Adam said as he motioned toward the exit at the back of the store. The walked out into an ally way.

"What are you going to do?" Rally asked, her voice calm.

"Let you go, but first-" Adam was cut off by kick to his stomach. He dropped his gun and held his stomach, falling to the ground.

Rally picked up Adams gun and trained it on him. She reached behind her and pulled out her handcuffs. Adam looked up at her, his eyes filled with anger.

"Sorry, but I have to take you in." Rally replied.

"You can't! I'll be killed for sure!" Adam shouted.

"That's your problem, Adam. I thought you were a neat guy when we met at my gun shop, but then you go and do this, and during a drug deal. You're just like all the other scum I bring in." She said as slowly walked toward him.

Adam suddenly stood up glairing at her with angry eyes. He began to creep up to her. She aimed his gun at his chest.

"Adam, don't make me shoot you. I have done it before." She warned, hoping he would take the hint.

"Go ahead then. I'm as good as dead if you take me in, so what difference would it make. Or, you can give me back my fucking gun." He demanded, his voice deep and disturbing.

"Yeah right! Back off! Now!" Rally ordered.

"That is my dads gun, Rally. Give me back my FUCKING GUN!" He screamed.

"Stay back! I am warning you, Adam! I will shoot you!"

"Then fucking do it! You better hope you put me down before I reach you." His voice was deadly.

"Adam, god damnit, stay back!" Rally shouted, sweat poured down her.

"You gonna shoot, then shoot. If not, then give me my gun back and I promise you I will be on my way, and you can try and catch me another time. The only way to stop me right now is to shoot me, Rally. I don't think you want to shoot an unarmed man. That would look really bad and it would ruin your street cred." Adam explained.

Rally didn't say anything.

"Fine. Arrest me! Come on! Here, I'll make it easy on you," Adam faced the opposite direction she was and put his hands behind his back, "I'll put my hands behind my back. So come on and arrest me."

Rally was hesitant. She didn't know what he was planning to do. Rally began to inch forward, but stopped when she saw her Cobra barreling down the alleyway.

"Holy shit!" Adam yelled as he jumped out of the way from car.

Rally saw Misty in the drivers seat with a big grin on her face. The car came to a stop and Rally ran over to Adam who was about to make a run for it when Rally pushed him down and put the cuffs on him.

"Misty, my CZ75 is in the store by the fitting rooms, go get it." Rally ordered. Misty nodded and ran back into the store.

Adam began to yell and cuss and kept on squirming around. He was a lot stronger then he looked. Misty came out with Rally's CZ75 and aimed it at Adam.

"Hold still! You're making this harder on your self, Adam!" Rally shouted.

Adam then came up with an idea and complied with Rally's wishes. An eerie calm suddenly came over him and he sat in the back seat with a creepy smile on his face. Rally and Misty just looked at him in shock.

"Wow, that's never happened before." Misty said in a stunned tone.

Rally nodded and grabbed her CZ75 from Misty and holstered it. She then placed Adams SOCOM .45 in between herself and Misty once she took out the clip and all the rounds that were in it. Rally began to drive out of the neighborhood and stopped at a stoplight. Adam was dead silent.

"So, what happened with Andrew?" Rally asked.

"Like you give a shit." Adam replied coldly.

"Why did you say you would be killed if I take you in?" Rally asked, ignoring his last remark.

"Because it's the truth." Adam said bluntly.

Rally rolled her eyes and realized it was useless to talk with him now. He seemed so nice and polite when he met her at her store, she thought. With out warning, Adam began to scream in pain. Misty looked at him, her eyes wide in horror. His face was turning red and he began to writhe in pain.

"What's the matter?" Misty shouted, not sure of what to do.

Rally came to a stop. Just then, Adams hands became free and he grabbed Misty and held her in a chokehold and hit Rally in the back of her head with his free hand stunning her. His hands had blood all over them, apparently he was screaming in pain because he was pulling out of his handcuffs. His skin was torn and Misty was completely still. He grabbed his .45 with his other free hand then threw Misty into Rally. He broke the passenger window and crawled through it escaping from the vehicle. He had an extra clip in his jacket and popped it in his .45 and shot out Rally's back two tires. He then ran three blocks when he noticed Russell at a stoplight. He made a mad dash towards his car and opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

"What the fuck!" Russell shouted, obviously startled.

"Just drive back to the apartment parking lot and let me get my fucking truck." Adam said, taking in deep breaths.

Russell stepped on the gas and drove back as Adam explained what happened. Russell sighed as they finally reached the parking lot. Adam got out of Russell's Neon and walked towards his truck.

"I told you she was going to be a shit load of trouble." Adam finally said.

"I know, I know. You gonna be ok, Adam? The side of your hands look pretty tore up." Russell said with concern.

"I'll be fine, lets just get to our hide out and continue with our plans. We'll take out Boris later today." Adam said.

Russell nodded and the two drove off.

"Rally, are you ok?" Misty asked a groggy Rally.

"My head hurts. Where's Adam?" She asked.

"He ran off. He hit you pretty hard." Misty inquired.

"He what! Damn that little bastard!" Rally shouted.

"He, uh, also broke your window and shot out the back two tires." Misty nervously said.

Rally's eyes narrowed, "He did, did he? Well, this means war!" Rally shouted as she tried to stand up, but almost fell over.

So how did you folks like this chapter? Sorry that it was really long. I will try to update it soon, but I am also writing a Hellsing Fanfic as well. Please review!