Half an hour later, Jason and John were still sitting at the Cluckin' Bell, each having ordered three burgers and large fries and jumbo Orange-Sprunk. Most of the time, they had talked about what had happened during the three years they hadn't seen each other.
"Hey, Jason, remember Carl Johnson? That black guy who came over from Los Santos in a sort of student exchange?" asked John.
"Yeah." Jason grinned, and nodded. He had never met a guy like Carl, or CJ as he preferred to be called before.
He was pretty fast, and could outrun John, who was the quickest runner in their class any day of the week. He was also ultra-fit, and Jason was grinning to himself, remembering how CJ attracted most of the girls in their class.
Jason and John walked out of the Cluckin' Bell, rather stuffed with their burgers and fries.
"Man, we gotta work out more." Jason muttered.
"Actually, I do work out in a gym around here." John replied.
"Okay, can't you drive us over there? I haven't done that much exercise over these last few months."
"That's why you're becoming the guy you were back in high school."
Jason bumped John, and they laughed, before heading over to Jason's "borrowed" Banshee.
Five minutes later, they weren't laughing. John had driven into a gang war between the Triads and the Da Nang Boys, and unfortunately, the Triads were slaughtered. As the last Triad fell, the Vietnamese opened up on the two young men in the Banshee, as John had tried running them over.
"Damn!" Jason yelled as Uzi bullets flew over their head.
"I got an AK here!" John yelled, skidding to a halt, and grabbing up an AK-47 from a dead Triad.
They made it out just in time. The Banshee swerved out of the way of the bullets, although some slammed into the Banshee's light framework.
"This thing can't hold on for much longer, damn it! Jason, take them out!" John yelled.
Jason aimed carefully with his acquired Kalashnikov. But with the Banshee's speed, he couldn't aim that well. Ah, the hell with it. He sprayed at the Da Nang Boys, and immediately regretted doing it. A couple of bullets struck a police cruiser, and after radioing, it began chasing the fleeing Banshee.
"Shit! Now we got the cops on us!" Jason yelled.
"God damn it, Jason! Nice way to screw us up!" John replied, shaking his head.
"We gotta change vehicles! This thing isn't going to hold for much longer!"
With that, Jason turned around and started unloading at the police car. The stream of bullets crashed through the windows, killing the driver and sending the police car off-course.
"John! We gotta change cars, NOW!" Jason yelled.
John nodded, and they bailed out of the crippled Banshee, watching it slam into a wall, smoking. They ran across the street, and Jason spotted a white Buffalo stopping by a red light. He waved at John to follow, and he opened the door, pointing his AK at the driver.
"If you want to keep your head, get out of this car." Jason glared at the driver.
"Damn, hell! Just when I thought I had jacked a good ride…" muttered the driver, as he got out.
Jason settled into the driver's seat, and he handed John his AK-47. John pulled up the window and began firing at the three police cars swooping over to try and catch the two fleeing gang members.
Jason swerved the Buffalo past the police car about to ram them head-on, and John fired at the police car. But then, Jason heard the clip give a click.
"I'm empty! We have to lose them soon or we're screwed!" shouted John.
"Damn it, John, calm down!" Jason shouted.
However, John had a reason to be annoyed. There were two police cars tailing them sharply, and he could see three police motorbikes racing towards them. He power-slid and the Buffalo's side rammed into the three bikes, sending the police inside toppling off. A few seconds later, the Buffalo was steamrolled by two police cars T-boning it in the side.
"Shit!" Jason yelled.
"Let's get out." John muttered, and they charged out of their cars, knocking down the policemen who were making their way towards them.
Jason kicked a policeman on the ground, and seized the cop's 9mm from him. He fired at another cop, and grabbing his 9mm, handed it to John. It wasn't much, but it might've have done in distracting the cops.
They were chased by five policemen, each of them shooting their pistols at them once in a while. But with their agility and the cops' poor aiming and shooting accuracy, they managed to dodge a couple of bullets, though Jason took one in the shoulder. It hurt like hell, but Jason forged on, even staying in front of John.
But they couldn't hold for much longer. They weren't made cross-country runners, and their stamina was running out fast. Gasping for air as he ran, Jason took a couple more pegshots at the chasing cops. Onlookers on the street were keeping out of the way of this rather long chase that had taken them from Da Nang turf. At least three or four miles of driving, and running.
Finally, John couldn't run any longer. His legs were dead, and so were Jason's. The two of them stopped, dropped their weapons, and raised their hands.
"Busted!" yelled one of the cops, also quite exhausted from the chase.
But somehow, Jason and John weren't caught yet. All of a sudden, two cops dropped dead from gunfire. The cops spun around, and Jason and John spotted this opportunity to pick up their guns and tackle a couple of cops to the ground from behind. When they were down, Jason and John fired a couple of bullets into the policemen and they dived away as the three remaining cops opened fire again. But the hidden fire they saw from somebody, plucked off the three policemen easily and Jason and John were feeling relieved. Now the figure that had seemingly shot the policemen appeared.
"Guys. Remember me?" grinned the figure.
A strong, muscular man with tattoos over his shoulders and a cocky grin plastered over his dark face walked over to them. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a blue tracksuit, plus sport shoes. He held two Micro-SMGs in his hands. It was clearly CJ. As this dawned over the two Chinese friends, they spluttered:
"Carl!"
"Yeah, it's me, CJ." CJ replied.
"Shit man, what's been going on?" Jason asked.
"Hey, I'll tell you when we get inside one of my safehouses, otherwise the SWAT team's gonna find his talking in the middle of the street."
Carl told them to follow him, and they eventually reached his "safehouse", which turned out to be a large house with a huge multiple garage, where two polished sports cars were parked: a blood-red Banshee and a white Infernus.
"Sit down, get some food from the pantry, and then we can reminisce. Or we can play video games," grinned CJ as they headed inside.
Jason and John helped themselves to potato chips and two cans of Sprunk, and settled down with their old exchange friend to talk.