-1"Hey goddamnit!" Jen yelled as she caught up to him. "Know what? I can't just go back with you alive!" Jen exclaimed. "Well your not going back with me dead." Alex said as he kept walking. Off in the distance police sirens sounded and began to near. The night began to cover over with fog as the walked under the street lamps and across the damp sidewalk.
They were nearly a mile away from the Cop car. "Where are you going?" Jen asked with a hint of desperation in her voice. "Home. I need some sleep, and maybe some ice for my hand." Alex said as he glanced back. Before he could start laughing he stopped as he saw to headlights in the far distance. "What now?" Ken asked sarcastically. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the near by brush and before she could scream in out rage he covered her mouth with his hand.
The car cruised by them at about 20 miles per hour. As it did, the driver looked around cautiously and then proceeded on. "What's the big idea!" Jen screamed as Alex got up and walked form the brush. "It was a cop. Looking for us." he said as he continued walking down the street. "How do you know that? He could have been anyone." Jen said pacing after him. "Look," Alex said stopping. "This is a straight road for almost a mile and a half. No one goes that slow on this road, or any, unless they are looking for something." he finished.
Jen stood there for a few seconds. 'He really was a professional' she thought to herself. "You owe me five hundred grand." Jen said. "What?" Alex said, his curiosity peaked. "That's how much they were paying you to hit me?" he asked. "Who's your contractor?" he asked very seriously. She smiled knowing she finally got him to be serious. "Don't toy with me girl, who hired you?" he asked approaching her. "That's classified." Jen said smiling. Alex's face softened and then he let out a small laugh. In one second he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back and hit a pressure point on the right side of her neck. She fought to remain conscious but they last thing she saw was the light pole above her.
Everything was noisy. Like, car horns. She felt the grogginess wearing off slightly. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and felt very nasty. Wherever she was it was scorching hot. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and looked around. "Sham Muhammad." she muttered as she read the id tag above her. She was in a cab. "Oh so your finally awake." the driver said as he turned around. It was a small Indian man with a slight beard and hazel eyes looking back at her. "Where am I?" Jen asked sitting up. "A young man dropped you off in cab. Said you had too much party." he said. His English was horrible. "I asked where am I?" Jen said with a more serious tone. "Unity Station." he replied. "Where?" she asked in confusion. "Los Santos." he said as he pulled in and parked. She looked around. The sky looked horrid, filled with smog as it gave off an ominous red glare.
"Your fare is paid for." he said. Jen opened the hot door and stepped out. The air was heavy and hard to breath. Her neck had a horrible creak in it. She winced in pain as she turned her neck from side to side. Turning around she looked to see her surroundings. There was a line of people waiting and the station. Off in the distance, was a loud rumble. She looked to her far right and saw the train coming and screeching.
She stood and watched as the train stopped right in front of her. As the line of people boarded, others got off. Jen turned away. She had no money, she left her down payment at the club. She had no clue where she was. She began walking towards the parking lot gates. She had to find a gun store.
She got a few steps before she heard from behind her a familiar voice. "Hey Jen!" the man yelled. She turned around to see Carl Johnson getting off the train and trying to flag her down. 'Oh shit' she thought to herself. "Hey aren't you supposed to be in Fierro?" he asked as he carried a bag behind him. "I'm sorry, I fucked up." she said looking away. "What happened?" he asked her setting his bags down. "I, he, he got the best of Me." she said in disgust.
"What you doin in Los Santos?" he asked. "I'm not sure. I woke up in a cab here." she said. "You need a place to crash for a lil' while?" he asked. Her eyes widened. "Could I?" she asked ecstatically. "Fo' sure fo' sure." he said and they both began to walk towards the gates.
"So you live here?" she asked trying to break the silence. "Yea. It isn't much, but everyone got a place they call home. And Los Santos is mine. This is where I started." he said as they walked towards a parked blue car. "Yo' Cj who da bitch?" a man yelled as he leaned out the driver side window. "Don't mind him, that's my bro, Sweet." Cj said as they approached the car. "Dis' bitch could gut you like a pig Sweet." Cj said as he opened the passenger side door and sat in. Jen pulled open the door and sat down on the hot leather. "Yea right." Sweet said as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Where's Kendl?" Cj asked. "Where da fuck you think. With Mr. taco bell himself." Sweet said as they pulled out onto the main road. "Cesar? Man its been two years now you need'a settle with this shit man." Cj said. "Whatever man." Sweet replied as he took and exit ramp that lead the high above the city. The rest of the ride was pretty silent except for the blaring rap music. "This is it, Grove Street, number one on the streets." Cj said as they drove under a small over passing and came into a court at the end of the road.
Sweet pulled around and parked in front of a large two-story house. Jen noticed it seemed allot like a ghetto, but she didn't speak her mind. Like Cj said, everyone has to have a home. She looked around. Everyone one the street was wearing green colors and holding either a forty or a blunt. She looked at the house next to Cj's, which was burned to the ground. "What happened there?" she asked as they all got out of the car and began walking to the house. "Some traitor ass mothu fucker. We smoked him and his house." Cj said as he opened the door. Inside looked like a cozy house, everything one would need. A nice straight living room that led to the kitchen. Next to the door was a staircase leading up.
Another thing she noticed was the heat. "Is anything in Los Santos air conditioned?" Jen asked jokingly. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. We jus' used to the heat." Cj said as he switched up the thermostat cutting the air on. "Got used to it hell. We to broke to get a new air conditioner." Sweet said. "Speakin of, you some high roller now Cj why don't we have a new AC?" Sweet asked. "Look Sweet don't gimme that shit again." Cj said as he headed for the staircase. "C'mon, yo' rooms up here" he said waving Jen along. "Dis used to be my moms room." he said as he opened the last door on the right.
It was nice and old fashioned. "Used to be?" Jen asked. "Don't ask, don't tell." Cj said as he walked out and down the hall to his room. She walked over to the window and looked out upon all the discount stores. 'His mom must have been killed' she thought to herself. In the distance gunshots could be heard, but it seemed no one paid it any attention. 'This must be a hard life,' she thought. 'Getting used to the sound of gunshots.'
She backed away from the window and sat down on the bed. "I know what your thinking." Sweet said as he leaned on the doorframe. "Living in such a piece of shit like this can only produce shit. You wrong. You jus' remember that. Location isn't got shit to do with who a person is. Yea it may harden him up. Turn him in to a killer. But its just a thang." he said and walked out. She lie back on the huge bed and spread out.
Where the hell could she go now? She couldn't stay here too much longer. She looked out the window once more from the bed. It was still early in the day, maybe three o clock.
She sighed and laid back and in an instant she fell asleep. She woke with a jump to the sound of heavy gunfire outside. She crouched and walked over to the window. It was dark out and only the street lamps were on. She looked into the court and saw a car sideways and behind it was Cj and Sweet accompanied by a few other green clad men. She snuck downstairs and creped around the corner. She slightly open up the front door and looked at the attackers.
Two cars were on the other end and had about 6 guys around each. They were wearing purple and had heavy firepower, possible AKs. She thought of what she could do to help and remembered her gun. She checked the chamber and it was still full as expected. She opened the door and jumped over the railing and hid behind a small wooden fence and set of bushes.
She kept crouching and began running to the left and came out in a small ally way. She jumped the ally wall and ran across the ruins of the old burned house. By now the gunfire had gotten very loud and close.
She took a rest and stayed close to the small cement wall. She peered over and saw one of the green men lying on the ground. Then back to her left she saw the purple men still firing. Up above them was the overpass. She thought hard for a few seconds and came up with a brilliant idea. She continued through the yard and jumped on last fence. Now she was right next to the bridge she ran to the lowest part of the bridge and pulled herself up onto it. Hidden behind the cement guardrail she crouched along the bridge until she was directly above the men. She looked over and they were still firing at Cj. She pulled up the pistol again and leaned over and carefully took aim.
Steadily she focused at the crowd and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through one mans shoulder. He yelled in pain and turned up to look. "Hey! Some bitches on the bridge!" he yelled and as he did a few of the men turned their attention to her. She jumped back just in time to dodge the bullet fire as it ground away the cement siding. 'Think, think,' she told herself. She looked to her left and saw a speeding Roadtrain trucker heading up the bridge. She quickly shot at the left wheel. Within the first two shots she hit the tire and blew out his steering. Immediately she regretted it. The truck drifted over into the wrong lane and headed straight for her. As it turned sharply, its giant trailer began to tip. She didn't have much time. She tried to jump out of the way but it was too late, the truck hit her sideways knocking her over the hood as it went over.
She felt the wind leave her forcefully and heard a horrid crack in her side. She felt the zero gravity hitting her. She tilted her head and looked behind her. She was in mid air. Both her and the truck had gone over and were heading for the gang of men, she looked forward and saw the trailer was coming. She leaned forward and her boots came in contact with the trailer. She tried to run as hard as she could, but the trailer was moving to fast.
She came to the very end and used it as leverage to jump. She saw the edge of the bridge and reached for it. She felt her legs kicking the air under her as she extended her arm as far as possible. She closed her eyes. It was over, she knew it. As soon as she had felt the gravity pull her down again he hand smacked into the cold cement. She looked up. Her right hand had grasped onto the broken cement bridge. She looked below her.
The trailer was just now hitting and as it did it was instantly engulfed in flames. She felt the shockwave strike her and the flames shot up and licked at her feet. Both the truck and the two cars were burning heavily under her.
She felt her hand begin to slip from the rocky surface. She cried out in pain and desperation as she tried to grab with her other hand, but her side hurt to bad to let it move. She looked back down at the fire and as she did she felt her hand slid off the edge. She looked up and the bridge, her hand still outreached. Out of nowhere came an arm that grasped hers and pulled her up. She hadn't taken the time to look at the person who saved her. As soon as she was safely on the bridge she winced in pain and closed her eyes to prevent the tears. "Arrrgghhh...fucking shit.." she managed out as she held her side and curled up. She looked up and standing over her was a familiar face. All she could get out was "Vercetti?"