Chapter 5

Battle In The Streets

Fat Joe hid beside the house. Spike and Tommy were still hidden in the bushes, with their dark green clothes blending in with the plants. Fat Joe gave them a hand signal, and Tommy and Spike silently crawled out of the bushes and joined their friend. Since the bullet had only grazed Spike's leg, and not pierced it, Spike was able to walk, albeit with a slight limp.

"You ok, homie?" Fat Joe whispered to Spike, as they stood against the wall.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hey, we ready to go yet?"

"Wait for them to come closer." said Tommy. "We don't wanna make too much noise."

John and Jack neared the house, still scanning the nearby yards for their enemies.

"Steady...steady...steady...now!"

Fat Joe, Tommy and Spike ran out from behind the wall and fired their guns at John and Jack, who immediately took cover. They hid behind a parked car, and Fat Joe, Tommy and Spike each took different hiding spots on the other side of the street. Fat Joe stood against a wall, Spike crouched behind a car, and Tommy...Tommy was nowhere to be found.

John popped up from his spot and fired upon Spike's car. Spike returned fire and Jack dropped back down behind his car. Then it was Jack's turn. He grabbed a grenade from his pocket and lobbed it toward Fat Joe's spot. Fat Joe only had seconds to dive out of the way before the grenade exploded, destroying the wall and setting off car alarms nearby. Fat Joe fired his gun at John and Jack's car as he ran toward the edge of the Grove Street cul-de-sac. He hopped the wall and left the battlefield.

"Fat Joe! Tommy! Where the fuck are you guys?" Spike called desperately.

Meanwhile, Fat Joe met up with Tommy at the back end of CJ's house.

"Hurry up! I left Spike behind." Fat Joe said.

"I know, I know. Follow me, I know a shortcut."

Tommy hopped back into Grove Street, except this time, he was behind CJ's house. Fat Joe did the same.

"Come on." whispered Tommy as he climbed through the open window, into CJ's kitchen.

"Be very quiet. We're gonna sneak up on those Balla fools." Tommy and Fat Joe crept towards the front door and quietly opened it. They looked out through the doorway and surveyed Grove Street. John and Jack were still behind their car, firing at the outnumbered Spike.

"Come on," John whispered. "Let's go get him." The two of them left their post and walked toward Spike, who was still hiding behind the car.

'Shit! They're gonna kill Spike!" cried Tommy. He and Fat Joe ran out of the house and fired at John and Jack. Spike leaped up from behind the car and shot too. John was hit by the rapid gunfire. He dropped to his knees and fell forwards, dead. Jack didn't care. He turned and ran the other way. He ran back to the car he'd been hiding behind, smashed the driver's window, and unlocked the door. Then he hotwired the car and drove off.

"Hey! He's escaping!" called Spike.

"No problem, we'll catch up." said Fat Joe.

"How?" asked Tommy.

Fat Joe walked over to CJ's garage and pulled up the door. Inside were three vehicles: a Picador and two police bikes. Fat Joe took the Picador and Tommy and Spike took the HPV-1000s. They drove off in hot pursuit of the fleeing Jack.

Jack drove down the crowded Los Santos streets. Those OGF assholes were after him, and they'd killed his partner. But no matter. He'd drive into Temple and meet up with his fellow Ballas, and then they'd all ambush the OGFs. Simple plan, really

The Picador shot down the streets, with the HPVs right behind it. Steering clear of crowds and any other morons who got in the way, the OGF convoy was a strong force to be reckoned with. They steered onto the Mulholland Intersection, chasing after their prey. Fat Joe leaned out of the window and fired at the back of Jack's car. He only went faster.

"Dammit! We're gonna lose him!" Tommy called to Fat Joe.

"No we won't! I have an idea. Use the boards!"

"Aw, crap." muttered Spike. He knew what was coming.

Tommy and Spike lined themselves up behind the Picador, which was quickly gaining on Jack's car. Suddenly, Fat Joe slammed on the brakes, and his Picador ground to a halt. The bikes only went faster. Tommy and Spike aimed their motorcycles at the two 2x4s hanging off the back of the Picador. The boards were just begging to be jumped from.

Jack checked his rearview mirror and saw the Picador stop. Ha, he thought. Stupid fat bastard can't catch me! Suddenly, he saw the motorcycles. They shot into the air and zoomed towards his car. Spike and Tommy drew their pistols and fired at Jack's car as they flew over it.

"Ohhhhhh, shhhhhiiiiiiiiitttttttt!" screamed Jack as his car, with three tires popped, spun out of control and smashed through the freeway guardrail. It plunged fifty feet to the ground below and caught fire. But the chase wasn't over yet. Jack climbed out of the burning wreckage and took off down the street.

"Hey!" Spike yelled to his friends. "Motherfucker's escaping! He's not dead!"

Still sitting in his car, which was still stopped in the middle of the freeway, Fat Joe dug under his car seat and produced a double-barreled shotgun. He threw it to Spike.

"Use this."

Jack raced down the street. Now he was fucked. One of those OGFs would find him, and then, it would all be over. But not if he took the next train to Las Venturas. He could start a new life and those dumb fucks would never find him again.

Just then, Jack heard a noise in the distance. It sounded like police sirens! Jack ran faster and faster. He turned a corner and there he was. Spike sat on his police motorcycle, which was parked on the curb. Spike looked up and raised his shotgun.

"You're under arrest, asshole."

He pulled the trigger, and all at once, the twin bullets left their container. They flew through the air, faster than the eye could track, and struck Jack in the chest. The heavy impact threw him backwards. Bleeding heavily, Jack stumbled towards the Los Santos Aqueducts. Without even looking up, Spike fired the shotgun again. The bullets blew a hole clean through Jack's midsection and he toppled backwards, down into the aqueducts, finally dead.