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Chapter 6
Trouble on the Train
Catalina sat quietly in the chair. Jay and CJ stood over her menacingly, waiting for her to say something.
"She's not gonna talk." muttered Jay.
"Well, we have ways of making her talk." CJ reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife. He held it to Catalina's throat. "Who hired you?"
"CJ, that's not how you get people to talk!"
"Just watch me." CJ pressed the knife tighter against Catalina's throat, pressing it hard enough to draw a single drop of blood.
"Ok, ok! Shit, don't kill me!" she exclaimed. CJ released Catalina and dropped his arm to his side. "Ok, who hired you?"
"It was--"
CJ's phone rang.
"Yo, hold up. I gotta get this." Jay took over the interrogation while CJ stepped into the kitchen to answer his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey bro, it's Sweet."
"Aw, hey Sweet. What's going on?"
"I just received word that a drug shipment is leaving Las Venturas tonight. It's going to Los Santos. By train!"
"Drug shipment by train? Whose orders?" questioned CJ.
"I don't know, man. Just word from the street, you know? But apparently, some mafia family is setting it up. Fonzarelli or some shit."
"Oh, that's right! I always knew Henry Winkler was a big drug kingpin!"
"CJ, stop fooling around. I think you should go check it out."
"Yeah, yeah. What time is the train leaving?"
"10 o' clock, from Yellow Bell Station."
"Yellow Bell? That's a public station! How is somebody going to smuggle all that white onto a train in broad daylight?"
"Nighttime CJ, 10 o' clock." reminded Sweet.
"Chill out; it's just an expression. Anyways, I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks CJ. This means a lot to me."
"No problem, just doing my part."
CJ hung up the phone and went into the back room.
"So, Jay, what's the good word?"
"She says she bought the bomb from some arms dealer up in Fierro. Chinatown, to be exact."
"Well I'd love to help, but I just heard there was a shipment of crack coming into Los Santos tonight. By train. My brother is trusting me to stop it."
"Hey, I know about that!" Catalina chimed in. "The Forellis are behind it! They came to Los Santos like, yesterday! Everyone knows that."
"They just came here and they're already shipping their drugs?" Jay asked in disbelief.
"They don't wanna waste time, I guess." said CJ.
"I'm taking her in." said Jay, pointing to Catalina.
"Hey, since you're a cop, why not scope out that arms dealer?" asked CJ. "You're probably used to that kind of shit."
"I guess I could do that. You go intercept the train, then. I'll call you from time to time to keep you posted."
"Deal." said CJ.
And with that, they all left the house, with CJ driving off to Venturas and Jay escorting a handcuffed Catalina to his car.
CJ arrived in Las Venturas that night. He was dead tired, but he didn't want to take a nap. If he did, he would risk over-sleeping and he might not wake up until the next morning. By then, the train would already be in Los Santos.
CJ parked his car in the Yellow Bell parking lot and waited there. He flipped on his radio and set the station to Radio Los Santos. CJ tried to stay awake, but he couldn't. He was sound asleep within five minutes. Too bad CJ didn't wait a few more minutes before he fell asleep. If he had waited longer, he would have seen the train pull out of the station and continue down the tracks. Luckily, the loud music of Compton's Most Wanted shook CJ from his sleep. He was just in time to see the train drive out of sight.
"Oh shit! I'm late!" CJ cried. He smashed his foot on his car's gas pedal and sped after the train. Unfortunately, CJ had no idea how he would stop the train, or even get the driver's attention for that matter. But he would sure as hell try. CJ drove up alongside the train and grabbed onto a ladder hanging from the wall. He pulled himself out of his car and climbed up the ladder. Because it had no driver, the car veered out of control and crashed into a lightpost, right in the train driver's line of sight.
"Oh no!" the panic-stricken driver exclaimed. "Did I hit someone?" He pulled the brakes, and the train ground to a halt. On the side of the train, CJ screamed as the train suddenly stopped. He was flung off the ladder, up to the front of the train. The driver heard the thumping noise, which was caused by CJ hitting the ground.
"Oh my God! I did hit someone! It's ok, man! I'll get you to a hospital!" He picked up the groggy CJ and placed him in one of the train cars.
"We'll be at Los Santos soon. Just hang on. Don't die on me, dammit!" The driver ran back up to his cabin and started the train up again.
CJ lay in the train car, muttering to himself. He didn't know who or what caused the driver to stop the train, but whoever caused the problem must have been a real dumbass.
CJ looked around at his surroundings. Boxes and boxes of cocaine lay strewn around the car. CJ grinned and made his way over to the boxes. He had no way to get rid of it though. CJ sat on a box, thinking of a way to dispose of the drugs.
Suddenly, the door slid open. There stood a man in a black suit, with a cigar in his hand. He didn't look too pleased to see a beaten-up black man sitting on his boxes of coke.
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?" the man questioned.
"Oh shit." CJ muttered under his breath. He stood up and faced the man.
"What is this stuff doing here?" CJ asked.
Without warning, the man dropped down behind one of the boxes and came up with a machine gun. He fired it at CJ, causing him to drop down for cover.
"Who are you?" the man roared. "FBI? DEA?"
"No, man, I'm just a concerned citizen!" CJ protested.
"Bullshit!" The man ran over to the box and peered over the edge. CJ came up with a shard of glass and stabbed the man in the leg.
"Aaaahhh! Son of a bitch!" the man screamed. CJ saw this as a chance to escape the crazed gunman. He hurtled over the box and disappeared out the door. The man pulled the shard from his leg and followed CJ out the door.
CJ stood on the roof of the car. The train had entered Los Santos and was now traveling through the countryside. The wind blew in CJ's face and kicked up debris. He shielded his face as he was bombarded by dirt and pebbles. He stepped backwards, away from the onslaught, and nearly fell off the train. CJ caught himself just as the man with the machine gun climbed up the ladder.
"Hold on! Who are you?" asked CJ curiously.
"I'm with the Forellis. This is our shipment you're fucking with, asshole. This has to be at the docks in an hour. If it's not there, they'll have my head." The man looked down to reload his gun, and when he looked up, his face was met by a fast-moving foot. The man stumbled backwards, stunned from the blow. CJ kicked him again and the man fell off the train. He landed on the soft dirt below and cursed CJ as he traveled further and further away. CJ climbed back into the compartment and grabbed a box of cocaine. He threw open the door and prepared to toss the crate deep into the forest. Suddenly, the train turned, hard, and CJ was thrown to the side. The box he had been holding tumbled out the door.
"Shit!" CJ cried angrily. He grabbed another box and took it to the door.
"Attention all passengers. Attention all passengers." The driver's voice blared through a speaker in the ceiling. "There is a slight problem at the Union City station. Due to this problem, everyone on board will be dropped off at the Cranberry Station in San Fierro. We apologize for the inconvenience."
Good, CJ thought. That can buy me some time while I figure out what to do with this white.
The train was in Foster Valley when CJ heard a helicopter whirring in the distance. He paid no attention to it at first, but it soon began to get very annoying. CJ stuck his head outside and looked around. There, up in the sky, was the Mafia hitman CJ had previously knocked off the train. The man was piloting a Dodo, and he did not look very happy. CJ flipped him off and shut the compartment door. The man pulled out a rocket launcher and fired it. The rocket-propelled grenade smashed into the train car, the impact launching CJ face-first into the wall. The driver stopped the train immediately and went outside to see what the problem was. He saw the helicopter hovering in the air and its pilot wielding a deadly rocket launcher. The driver cried out in terror and dived into the bushes.
The pilot landed his helicopter on the roof of the train and stepped into the train car. This time, he had two grenades in his hand. He tossed them both at CJ's feet. CJ wasted no time in diving headlong out the door. He took off running down the tracks, with the Mafia hitman close behind. Behind them, the train car went up in a fiery, hellish explosion. People on the streets screamed as the car exploded in front of them.
"Hey, dumbass!" CJ called to the hitman. "You just blew up your whole shipment!" You're fucked now!"
CJ's taunting only made the hitman angrier. He took his pistol from his coat pocket and shot CJ in the arm. CJ cried out in pain, but kept going. He turned at the fork in the tracks and ran for the docks. The giant crane loomed up ahead. CJ raced to the crane and ran up its stairs, all the way to the top. The hitman followed suit.
"Ha! You're trapped now!" said the hitman. "There's no way off this crane now."
CJ stepped backwards, towards the edge. Small stones and bits of metal, kicked up by CJ's shoes, fell to the ground fifty feet below. CJ mentally cursed himself. Why the hell had he gone up here anyways? The hitman had a gun and CJ didn't. The hitman had the advantage and CJ didn't. The hitman was about to get his ass kicked.
CJ dropped to his knees with his hands clasped behind his head, feigning surrender. The hitman lowered his gun to the back of CJ's head and pistol-whipped him. CJ cried out in pain and fell forwards, blood dripping from the open wound. Then, he grinned at the sight in front of him. There, sitting next to a control panel, was a TEC-9. CJ had no idea what the hell the gun was doing there, but he was in no position to complain. CJ snatched up the gun and whirled around. The hitman's mouth dropped open and CJ emptied the bullets into his body. The hitman staggered backwards and fell from the crane, landing on the deck of the cargo ship below. CJ climbed down from the crane and left the docks. He started his walk to Chinatown, hoping that someone there could tell him where Jay went.