Chapter VI
Author's Notes: I'm still looking for a beta reader. Anyone interested at all? By the way...there are plenty of explosions in this chapter. Enjoy.
The beautiful aroma of spaghetti and Italian food overwhelmed my sense of smell. It was a nice vacation for my nose from the constant fumes of Liberty's pollution. I walked up the steps to where the tables were. Toni sat at one of the tables waiting for me.
"Take a seat kid, take a god damned seat. The laundry has agreed to pay. Go collect the cash and bring it back here. Watch out for the Triads. They may be shoving a firecracker up your ass, but don't take no crap. Nobody, I mean nobody messes with TONI CIPRIANI!"
I walked away casually and hopped back into the Kuruma. I was fully aware of what I had to do, and how I would do it. I have had personal experience with the Triads, and they're nothing I can't handle. I knew they were going to try and set me up, try and ambush me as a surprise attack. Too bad the motherfuckers don't know the surprise is on them.
I went to Ammu-Nation and bought some remote grenades. Then I drove over to the little alley where the money was supposed to be. I parked the car in the middle of the small alley and looked around; there were three entrances to where I was. I put the remote in my pocket and got out. After grabbing the briefcase I climbed a ladder behind it to the top of the building. When I got to the top I looked down at my car, the ambush would begin soon. I waiting for a minute and finally five Triad Fish Vans pulled in the alley. The doors of the vans opened and so did the back doors. Dozens of Triads jumped out. Damn, who did they think I was, Superman?
I watched as they slowly approached the car, yelling profanities at it. When they looked in the car and noticed I wasn't there I grabbed the detonator from my pocket. They looked around quizzically and dumbfounded.
I rubbed my thumb around the smooth edges of the bright red button. Then I pushed it. Sevens explosions took place, each more devastating than the one before. The Triads' bodies were thrown back and slammed into the walls. Their vans exploded. The building shook a little. An arm flew up and I caught it, the skin was burnt and boiling. I threw it back down and watch as the scene turned into an inferno of thick flames.
Then something happened that I hadn't even taken into consideration. The ladder fell into the fire, the cheap metal melting quickly. I was trapped up here! I looked around desperately looking for a means of escape. I spotted a billboard and knew it was the only way out.
I picked the briefcase up and dashed towards the billboards. I jumped the two feet and landed on the little metal walkway and front of the huge sign. I climbed down the long ladder and onto the ground. A taxi pulled up and I ran in front of it. The yellow cab stopped and I ran over and opened the door. The driver tried to accelerate off, but I grasped his neck and threw him onto the wet street. I hopped into the car and rushed to Toni's.
I wondered how he would take the whole "incident". I had gotten the money after all. I was at the restaurant before I could think of any answers. Toni was waiting for me. He didn't look very pleased.
"What the hell was that?!" he demanded as he stood up, "There's fucking cops investigating the "crime scene".
"What the fuck did you want me to do, Toni? I was ambushed, the Triads had me fucking cornered. I did all that I could."
"Did you at least get the money?"
I handed him the black briefcase. He placed it on the table and opened it.
"I don't fucking believe this?!"
The briefcase was full of counterfeit Chinese money and a brick. Toni picked up the briefcase and flung it into the wall in an outrageous temper.
"So they want to play tough! I've had enough of this shit. We're gonna finish the Triads in Liberty, once and for all. Their fish factory will open its gates for a dustcart, so you can drive right in. Careful, 8- ball says it's real sensitive and the slightest bump could set that thing off! Park up between the gas canisters and get the hell out of there! I want it to rain mackerel. We're talking real biblical here, nothing low budget."
I could tell Toni was pissed, and I for one didn't blame him. I was pretty fed up with the Triads as well. They thought they could fuck with the Mafia, but little did they know, fucking with the Mafia would be like fucking with me, because I was the damn Mafia.
The dustcart was parked in front of 8-ball's garage, the keys were in the ignition. I hopped in the disgustingly slow thing. The bomb was on a timer, I had to move fast. I accelerated. The stupid thing barely moved.
The drive to the fish factory was slow. The constant 'tick...tick" of the bomb only made my nervous system overflow with anxiety. I sat at a red light waiting for it to turn green. When it did I pulled out into the middle of a street a gunshot went off. A scared civilian accelerated and tried to get away, but rammed into the side of me. The 'tick...tick' of the bomb increased and I thought about ditching it altogether, but I wanted the Triads to suffer.
I continued forward cautiously, careful not to make contact with anything. The fish factory was in out by the docks, so I had to get going. I decided not to stop and wait at red lights. I would take my risk of being hit and blown up instead of waiting for the timer to expire.
After about five minutes I finally reached the docks and the fish factory. It was located off a little dirt road on the side of the street. The factory itself was veiled from the street by trees. I drove up to the black metal gate and stop. A young Triad studied the dustcart and pushed a button. The gate opened slowly. When it was fully open, I drove in and parked the car between the two gas canisters on the other side of the factory.
I armed the bomb and jumped out. I made a mad dash for the gate as an onslaught of bullets flew my way. I dove behind a pile of crates as an explosion erupted from behind me. Two more explosions erupted shortly after. The sound of bullets and gunfire seized, leaving the air with the sound of the constant beating flames of the fire.
I came out from behind the crates, the factory was no more. Mackerel was still falling from the heavens as I walked back onto the streets. A woman in a Kuruma drove up to me. I ran out in front of her car and made her stop. When she saw the gun, her faced turned pale. She exited the car and took off sprinting and screaming. I hopped behind the wheel.
I had gotten my check from Toni and he was more than pleased to hear about the doom that came to Triads' fish factory. I drove back to my hideout where I once again fell asleep.
Author's Notes: Please be kind and leave a review. If you've made it all the way here then you must have enjoyed the story somewhat. At least let me know my work is kind of appreciated. Just one review is all I ask from each of you guys. That's all.
Author's Notes: I'm still looking for a beta reader. Anyone interested at all? By the way...there are plenty of explosions in this chapter. Enjoy.
The beautiful aroma of spaghetti and Italian food overwhelmed my sense of smell. It was a nice vacation for my nose from the constant fumes of Liberty's pollution. I walked up the steps to where the tables were. Toni sat at one of the tables waiting for me.
"Take a seat kid, take a god damned seat. The laundry has agreed to pay. Go collect the cash and bring it back here. Watch out for the Triads. They may be shoving a firecracker up your ass, but don't take no crap. Nobody, I mean nobody messes with TONI CIPRIANI!"
I walked away casually and hopped back into the Kuruma. I was fully aware of what I had to do, and how I would do it. I have had personal experience with the Triads, and they're nothing I can't handle. I knew they were going to try and set me up, try and ambush me as a surprise attack. Too bad the motherfuckers don't know the surprise is on them.
I went to Ammu-Nation and bought some remote grenades. Then I drove over to the little alley where the money was supposed to be. I parked the car in the middle of the small alley and looked around; there were three entrances to where I was. I put the remote in my pocket and got out. After grabbing the briefcase I climbed a ladder behind it to the top of the building. When I got to the top I looked down at my car, the ambush would begin soon. I waiting for a minute and finally five Triad Fish Vans pulled in the alley. The doors of the vans opened and so did the back doors. Dozens of Triads jumped out. Damn, who did they think I was, Superman?
I watched as they slowly approached the car, yelling profanities at it. When they looked in the car and noticed I wasn't there I grabbed the detonator from my pocket. They looked around quizzically and dumbfounded.
I rubbed my thumb around the smooth edges of the bright red button. Then I pushed it. Sevens explosions took place, each more devastating than the one before. The Triads' bodies were thrown back and slammed into the walls. Their vans exploded. The building shook a little. An arm flew up and I caught it, the skin was burnt and boiling. I threw it back down and watch as the scene turned into an inferno of thick flames.
Then something happened that I hadn't even taken into consideration. The ladder fell into the fire, the cheap metal melting quickly. I was trapped up here! I looked around desperately looking for a means of escape. I spotted a billboard and knew it was the only way out.
I picked the briefcase up and dashed towards the billboards. I jumped the two feet and landed on the little metal walkway and front of the huge sign. I climbed down the long ladder and onto the ground. A taxi pulled up and I ran in front of it. The yellow cab stopped and I ran over and opened the door. The driver tried to accelerate off, but I grasped his neck and threw him onto the wet street. I hopped into the car and rushed to Toni's.
I wondered how he would take the whole "incident". I had gotten the money after all. I was at the restaurant before I could think of any answers. Toni was waiting for me. He didn't look very pleased.
"What the hell was that?!" he demanded as he stood up, "There's fucking cops investigating the "crime scene".
"What the fuck did you want me to do, Toni? I was ambushed, the Triads had me fucking cornered. I did all that I could."
"Did you at least get the money?"
I handed him the black briefcase. He placed it on the table and opened it.
"I don't fucking believe this?!"
The briefcase was full of counterfeit Chinese money and a brick. Toni picked up the briefcase and flung it into the wall in an outrageous temper.
"So they want to play tough! I've had enough of this shit. We're gonna finish the Triads in Liberty, once and for all. Their fish factory will open its gates for a dustcart, so you can drive right in. Careful, 8- ball says it's real sensitive and the slightest bump could set that thing off! Park up between the gas canisters and get the hell out of there! I want it to rain mackerel. We're talking real biblical here, nothing low budget."
I could tell Toni was pissed, and I for one didn't blame him. I was pretty fed up with the Triads as well. They thought they could fuck with the Mafia, but little did they know, fucking with the Mafia would be like fucking with me, because I was the damn Mafia.
The dustcart was parked in front of 8-ball's garage, the keys were in the ignition. I hopped in the disgustingly slow thing. The bomb was on a timer, I had to move fast. I accelerated. The stupid thing barely moved.
The drive to the fish factory was slow. The constant 'tick...tick" of the bomb only made my nervous system overflow with anxiety. I sat at a red light waiting for it to turn green. When it did I pulled out into the middle of a street a gunshot went off. A scared civilian accelerated and tried to get away, but rammed into the side of me. The 'tick...tick' of the bomb increased and I thought about ditching it altogether, but I wanted the Triads to suffer.
I continued forward cautiously, careful not to make contact with anything. The fish factory was in out by the docks, so I had to get going. I decided not to stop and wait at red lights. I would take my risk of being hit and blown up instead of waiting for the timer to expire.
After about five minutes I finally reached the docks and the fish factory. It was located off a little dirt road on the side of the street. The factory itself was veiled from the street by trees. I drove up to the black metal gate and stop. A young Triad studied the dustcart and pushed a button. The gate opened slowly. When it was fully open, I drove in and parked the car between the two gas canisters on the other side of the factory.
I armed the bomb and jumped out. I made a mad dash for the gate as an onslaught of bullets flew my way. I dove behind a pile of crates as an explosion erupted from behind me. Two more explosions erupted shortly after. The sound of bullets and gunfire seized, leaving the air with the sound of the constant beating flames of the fire.
I came out from behind the crates, the factory was no more. Mackerel was still falling from the heavens as I walked back onto the streets. A woman in a Kuruma drove up to me. I ran out in front of her car and made her stop. When she saw the gun, her faced turned pale. She exited the car and took off sprinting and screaming. I hopped behind the wheel.
I had gotten my check from Toni and he was more than pleased to hear about the doom that came to Triads' fish factory. I drove back to my hideout where I once again fell asleep.
Author's Notes: Please be kind and leave a review. If you've made it all the way here then you must have enjoyed the story somewhat. At least let me know my work is kind of appreciated. Just one review is all I ask from each of you guys. That's all.