"Victim to the Streets"
Written By MissaSmoke
Rated M for violence, strong language, heavy drug use, and some crude sexual humor.
Author's note - This story is based on the TGS saga. It occurs after the events in "Tengu" and CSHayden's prequel/continuation of Tengu, "Ronin".
Chapter 2 - Confrontations
"...Yeah, give me a carton of Newports, and two of those Peach Phillies."
Chris paid the cashier, who handed him his items. Outside the gas station, O.E. and Zack were sitting on overturned Milk crates, drinking beers. O.E. guzzled down the last of his bottle, and tossed it towards a waste bin a few feet away. Zack laughed when the bottle hit the ground instead, and shattered. O.E. was about to punch him, when Chris stepped out from the store. He tossed his friends each a pack of Newports. They got up from their seats, and the group started walking towards the street. "Where are we gonna go tonight?" Zack asked, placing a cigarette at his lips. Chris shrugged in reply. "How about we all go to Numbers? Haven't been there in some time." O.E. and Zack voiced their agreements. Chris led them to a bus stop at the corner, and they sat to wait for the bus to arrive.
-----The Castle-----
"We just got a call from a gas station in Brooklyn Heights. The guy says Chris went in and bought a carton of cigarettes."
Elisa sat down on the sofa next to Brooklyn. "He used a fake ID that stated he was eighteen. The guy recognized him from the report that was on the news yesterday. He called the Captain. They've got two units headed over there right now." Brooklyn shifted on the sofa, and replied "I hope your men know how dangerous these guys are." Elisa chuckled. "Brook, she sent two SWAT units. They won't even expect it, especially since they're riding in civilian vans." Brooklyn stroked his chin. 'She might just be right...' he thought to himself. Elisa got up, and motioned to the clan. "I'm going to the station. I want to hear the team's reports when they get back."
-----Meanwhile, Outside the gas station-----
"So what're we gonna do at the club?"
Chris shrugged, and took a puff from his cigarette. "Don't know. Just chill for a second." Just then, two vans, one white, and the other black, pulled into the gas station. Both vans screeched to a halt, and the doors opened. Six armed men emerged from each van, and turned to face the bus stop. "DO NOT MOVE!" Shouted one of the men. "YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!" The group of three didn't budge. A few of the men decided to approach them. Big mistake. Chris spun around, revealing two shiny, silver pistols, one in each hand. He fired once, twice. One of the men fell to the ground, unmoving. "FIRE!" came the command. At that, Zack and O.E. came out shooting. Another SWAT member crumpled to the ground. The SWAT team's automatic rifles flashed as they emptied their clips at the trio, who ducked behind a parked car to reload. "SHIT!" Zack screamed. "They've got fucking M4's!" Grunting, Chris slammed new clips into each one of his pistols. O.E. did the same, as with Zack. "SPLIT UP!" Chris yelled. "Three ways!" They all readied for the run. At Chris's command, they jumped from their hiding place behind the car, and moved to separate areas, while they continued to exchange fire with the SWAT officers. Chris found refuge behind another parked car at the end of the lot. He turned, and fired at the SWAT team. One of his shots clipped an officer in the shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. Chris took this opportunity to finish him, ending the man's life with a bullet to his forehead. In the background, a woman screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight. Chris ignored this, and kept shooting. Zack quickly ducked behind one of the corners of the store. He jumped out from his hiding spot, and fired two shots at the back of one of the vans. An officer heard him, and responded with some shots of his own. Zack barely had time to hide, when a bullet ripped through his left shoulder. He let out a scream of pain. This alerted the SWAT team. They headed towards Zack. Chris and O.E. sprang out of hiding, and fired shots at the officers' backs. Two of them went down. The officers immediately forgot about Zack, and turned around to shoot. At that moment, O.E. motioned to the gas pumps. Chris knew what his friend had in mind. "Z! FIRE IN THE HOLE!" He yelled. They started running away from the area. When O.E. was sure they were far enough away, he turned around, and emptied his clip at one of the pumps. The explosion could be heard for miles as the whole array of pumps went up in an orange blaze. Chris turned to see the SWAT team lying motionless on the ground. He and O.E. left to find Zack.
-----NYPD HQ-----
"GodDAMN it, this can't be happening."
"I'm sorry, Captain Chavez, but if you can't handle three people, I'm afraid we're going to have to take matters into our own hands. In three days, I will have full authority to shut you down. So, unless you happen to even touch one of those kids, your department will no longer be on the map." Captain Chavez cursed under her breath. The DA left the room, leaving Maria alone with her thoughts. "Goddamn it..." She growled. "Eight men, critical, four men dead. Shit could NOT get any worse" Just then, Elisa entered the office. "Captain. We've got info that one of the kids got shot." Capt. Chavez turned around to face Elisa. "So what?" She retorted. Elisa chuckled at this. "Cap, if one of those kids got shot, they're gonna have to go to a hopsital. Otherwise, one of them could die." Captain Chavez was immediately overcome with anger. "That's just perfect, Maza. When they go to a hospital, We'll just go get them. IT'S NOT THAT EASY, GODDAMIT! We've got EIGHT MEN IN CRITICAL CONDITION! We've also got FOUR MEN DEAD! This is turning into my living Nightmare!"
-----Holiday Inn, room 920-----
"AAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!"
Chris tried his best to hold Zack down. "IT FUCKING STINGS!" screamed Zack, who had his left arm duct-taped to the chair. Chris cupped a hand over Zack's mouth to muffle the noise. "Shut the fuck up, you pussy! You're fucking up the stitches" O.E. growled. He continued to stitch up Zack's wound, albeit the muffled swearing. When he was done, he motioned to Chris. "Peach Schnapps. My bag." Chris nodded, and went to fetch the bottle. He returned with it a few seconds later. Zack had calmed down some, and was trying to catch his breath. Chris handed the bottle over to O.E., who popped the top off of it, and motioned for Chris to cup Zack's mouth once more. When Zack least expected it, Chris slammed his hand over his mouth. O.E. quickly splashed the alcoholic beverage all over Zack's wounds. Zack gave loud roars of pain beneath Chris's hand, but calmed down when O.E. used a towel to wipe off the excess Schnapps. "There." said O.E. "Done." Chris nodded, and removed his hand from Zack's mouth. O.E. handed the bottle of peach Schnapps to Zack. "You can polish this off, if you'd like." Zack took the half-filled bottle, and, using his free hand, tipped it over above his open mouth. Chris took out a pocket knife, and used it to cut Zack's left arm free from the tape. Zack groaned in pain when his friend ripped it off, and tossed the pieces into the trash bin. Zack sighed, and downed a fourth of the bottle's contents. "Thanks, guys... Really..." he said, his tone of voice apologetic. Chris gave him a pat on the back. "No problem. It's what we're here for." From a corner of the hotel room, O.E. also gave his acceptance. Chris went over to him, stopping to grab a briefcase from the floor near the door. "What's that?" asked O.E. when he saw the briefcase. "This? This two keys of Dragon." Chris replied. "Do you have a syringe?" He opened the case to reveal two white bricks. Taking his pocket knife, he chipped off a piece of a brick. O.E. helped him crush it to a fine powder using his own knife. He took a bottle of water, and poured some of it into a glass. He set the glass on the table in front of them. Chris dumped the powder into the glass, and used his knife to stir it around in the water, until the powder had completely dissolved, turning the water an off-white color. O.E. went to his bag, and took out three sealed syringes. He had a medical condition, which required him to administer measured amounts of a certain psychiatric drug, thorazine, directly to a vein when he went berserk. Otherwise, he would almost certainly go insane. Chris knew this, so he knew is friend would have spare syringes handy. O.E. handed Chris the syringes. Chris stuck the needle of one into the water, and pulled back on the plunger. The syring began to fill with the white liquid. Chris stopped when he reached 10cc's. That was enough. Removing the syringe from the water, he squirted some out to get the air out. Holding the syringe, he walked over to Zack. "What the fuck is that!" Zack asked, seeing the needle. "Calm the fuck down." Chris said coolly. "It's just Drag, man. It'll kill that pain." After hearing his friend's words, Zack didn't object. He took off his belt, and use it to cut off the blood supply to his left arm. Chris squirted out a little more, to be safe, then plunged the needle into Zack's arm. He pushed down on the plunger, injecting the white liquid into Zack's arm. Zack gave a moan of pleasure, and leaned back, as the pleasurable feelings washed over him. "Damn, that's goooooodd..." He slurred, the alcohol already having taken its toll on him. Chris removed the needle and belt. Using his knife, he lightly cut a 'Z' into the plunger. He capped the syringe, and handed it to Zack. "Keep that for later. It's yours." he commanded, walking back towards O.E. Zack nodded, and stuck the capped syringe into his bag. O.E. had just finished loading the remaining two syringes, when Chris returned. He handed Chris a syringe, and they both used miscalleneous objects to tie off their arms. Chris went first, squirting out some of the liquid, and then plunging the needle into his veins. He injected the fluid, and gave a deep sigh as it took effect. Pulling out the needle, he looked to O.E.. O.E. squirted out some of the liquid as well, before injecting himself. He gave a low growl, which caused his chest to rise and fall. He removed the syringe, and turned back to Chris. "It feels fuckin' amazing..." he slurred. Chris nodded, and jumped onto one of the hotel beds. He lay back, looking up towards the ceiling. Zack got up from the chair, and flopped down next to him. Seeing his two friends look up at the ceiling, O.E. decided to join them. He jumped onto the bed Next to Zack. Together, the three friends stared into the whiteness of the hotel ceiling, until---
:FIZZZ:
"Aw, SHIT!"
"What happened!"
"They cut the fucking power! We're blown! Get the shit!"
They scrambled for the bags and breifcases. Zack took one of his bags, leaving the other to O.E.. Chris was just finished packing up his stuff, when the door burst inwards. Two cylindrical ogjects flew inside. Once they hit the floor, they opened, spraying out a murky green gas. "FUCK!" Zack screamed. Chris knew what to do. He grabbed both canisters, still spraying, and flung them back out. "The window!" he yelled. "GO!" He must have been too overcome by his high to notice one very important fact. "WE'RE ON THE NINTH FUCKING FLOOR!" O.E. roared. "Well, you've got wings!" Chris retorted, grabbing the last of the bags. "I can't carry the both of you!" came O.E.'s reply. Chris turned to face Zack. He stammered when Zack handed over his bag. "What? Dude, no..." Zack patted Chris on the shoulder. "WILL YOU COME ON!" O.E. screamed. He stood in the windowframe, ready to jump. "No..." Chris began to cry softly. "This is too fucked up for you to handle. Let me do it." Zack gave him a push. "Go." sniffling, Chris ran, and jumped onto O.E.'s back. Just then, the SWAT team kicked through the door. O.E. jumped. Chris looked back as Zack fought off the SWAT members. Then, one of them caught him from behind. He was done for. Chris turned around to see where O.E. was headed to. He gave a low groan as they flew over the Brooklyn Bridge, towards the Atlantic. They landed in a secluded alley a few warehouses down, on Staten Island. Chris dropped the bags he was carrying, and stopped to catch his breath. Still panting, he turned to face O.E.. "Dude..." he began, "What's gonna happen to Zack?" O.E. shrugged in reply, also stopping to catch his breath. Chris stood up to look around. He then realized where they were. They weren't in a warehouse district. They were at the Staten Island Docks! A quick look around revealed large shipping crates, which contained who-knows-what. Chris tapped O.E. on the shoulder. He pointed to a black crate in back of the docks.
"That's our new place... Let's get to work."
----------NYPD HQ----------
"Do you know why you're here?"
"For being high in an apartment while you guys raided it?"
"No... You're here for the deaths of seven men, and for being an escaped fugitive. You're ALSO under arrest for a little damage you and your friend Chris did on some people the other night..."
Elisa continued to walk in circles around Zack. He stared blankly ahead, as if possessed by the color of the wall. Finally, she brought her elbow down hard on the back of his head. He groaned and fell forward in pain, but the Heroin in his system quickly took care of that. She walked back in front of him.
"I'm gonna ask you one last time. Then a few of my friends are gonna have a word with you. WHERE ARE THEY!"
Zack chuckled, and, using both of his cuffed hands, inserted a cigarette between his lips.
"I don't know."
Just then, the door to the interrogation room opened. Two figures stepped in. It was Brooklyn and Kirin. Zack eyed both of them coolly, refusing to even budge from his chair. Growling, Both gargoyles cracked their knuckles. Brooklyn gave a loud roar, and lunged at Zack. In a surprise move, Zack jumped out of the chair, and into the air, swinging his shackled legs directly for the gargoyles' neck. His legs wrapped around Brooklyn's air passage, and brought them both to the floor. Zack began to tighten his grip on Brook's neck. The gargoyle began to choke, struggling to break free of Zack's grasp. But Zack held strong.
"Gimme the keys or I kill him."
Elisa struggled to make a decision. She could cooperate, but then she'd lose her only suspect! Or, she could refuse, but then, she would lose one of her best friends. She decided it wasn't worth the risk. She grabbed the keys from her belt, and tossed them to Zack. Zack undid his cuffs and shackles, and, in one swift movement, brought Brooklyn from the ground back to his feet. He wrapped an arm around Brooklyn's neck in a sleeper hold. Still gripping the gargoyle's throat, he headed towards the door. When they reached the lobby of the station, Zack stopped at the front door. around fifty NYPD eyes were focused on him. He chuckled, and waved a hand. "Peace." With that, he dropped Brooklyn, and took off running. The entire force ran after him, as he jumped a fence, and began to run between houses. Elisa and the Gargoyles caught up to him a moment later, but lost him when he flug himself into the lake in Central Park. He resurfaced seconds later, at the very end of the park. The police continued to run after him, but lost him a few seconds later, when he ducked into an alley in the warehouse district. Frustrated, Elisa stomped the ground. She headed back for the station.
Back at the station, The officers were going over the security tape of Zack's escape. They kept rewinding it to see how he managed to outsmart them. They hadn't found anything. Elisa entered the station. She marched up to Captain Chavez, who stood next to the DA. The DA greeted her, and told her of the situation.
"Mrs. Maza. I am impressed with your response to the situation tonight. If these responses can continue, I'm willing to give you two extra weeks, tops, to catch these people. After that period of time, I'm afraid I'll have to shut this precinct down."
Elisa sighed. "What other choice do I have?" Just then, a voice came from behind them. "You can either take that choice, or you can hear us out." The whole room went silent. Elisa, the Captain, and the DA whirled around. Chris stood next to Zack, with O.E. at his other side. In O.E.'s hands was a rectangular metal box. Elisa immediately recognized the timer. Chris nodded, "You try anything, and you can all come to hell with us." Elisa stayed put. Chris walked up to her, so they stood face-to-face.
"Word on the street is we've become famous over the past few days. Now, you can pull your gun, and my friend over there will cause a Nuclear Disaster. Or, you can let us roll, and in return, we'll give you a key-and-a-half each of heroin, coke, and weed. That's part of the stash from the Docks. After this is over, we'll disappear."
Elisa sighed. "Why are you so quick to leave?" Chris chuckled, and reached into his pocket. He came out with a printed-on sheet of paper. "There's a price on our heads. Read this." Elisa snatched the paper, and quickly skimmed over it. She paused when she came to the bottom.
"Ten...Million...Dollars..."
Chris nodded. "It seems there's people after O.E.'s little 'Miracle Bomb.' There's also people who want us dead. We don't want that to happen." Elisa struggled to take in all of this information. She looked to the Captain and the DA, who were reading from over her shoulders. "What do you think?" Captain Chavez thought for a moment. "The NYPD does not make deals with criminals." she said, finally. Chris shrugged, and backed away. "Guess we'll be going." He turned, and started back towards his friends. "WAIT!" called the DA. Chris turned around. "Nobody said 'no'. We'll go after these other guys. But only because you're our prime suspects. After this is over, we're gonna be coming after you." Chris chuckled, and shrugged once more. "Do your job. You might just turn up something." He and the other began to walk towards the exit. Halfway out, Zack stopped.
He ran up the the VCR, and snatched the security tape. "Sorry, but I can't leave this laying here." Elisa stared in shock as her three career busts walked out the front door, and onto the street. Looking down at her hands, she found that she still held the contract. After examining the contract a bit more, she found a name. Francisco Rivaldez. After looking it up in the criminal database, she came up with a match.
"Francisco Rivaldez. thirty-nine years old. Mexican. He runs the gambling and crime rings for the Mexican Mafia. He's the one paying the money."
-----The Staten Island Docks, an hour later-----
"This enough heat?"
Zack set the AK-47 down on the floor of the crate. Chris nodded, and set down his loaded SPAS-12. O.E. set his two pistols down as well. "This all we could get?" Chris asked. Zack shook his head. "Kelly had a little extra for us." He grabbed a duffel bag that was set against the wall. He unzipped it, and opened it so they could all see. Inside the bag lay an M4 assault rifle, along with a PSG-1 with a laser scope, and ammo for both guns. "I LIKE that..." Chris said. He chose the M4, slipping his shotgun into the bag to replace it. O.E. took the PSG-1 rifle, and looked it over. "This could be useful." he pointed out. Chris was thinking the same thing. "Go up top, and set up a point." With that, O.E. grabbed a folding chair, and slung the rifle over his shoulder. He went outside, and began to climb up crate after crate, heading for the top. Back inside the black crate, Zack was looking over O.E.'s bomb.
"What's so special about this one?"
Chris scoffed, and grabbed O.E.'s bag. He removed the blueprints, and shoved them into Zack's hands. "Read. It's a bomb designed to combine the blast radius of C-4 with the radioactive properties of plutonium. Basically, it's a scale model of Hiroshima." Zack looked over the plans, which confirmed what Chris had said. "Guess we better not fuck around with it." he mumbled, and replaced the plans. Chris pointed to a side of the bomb. "He cut the detonator wire. The only way it'll go off is if there's an additional fuse inside the C-4. It's harmless." Zack's eyes widened. "You mean, what you said back at the precinct was a lie? You wouldn't have blown it up?" Chris chuckled out loud. "No." Zack was steaming now. "What if they'd opened fire?" Chris shrugged, and sat down on the floor of the crate. "Then you'd prolly still be with them." Zack gave Chris a sharp punch on the shoulder. "Fucking asshole." Chris chuckled, and tossed him another bag. "Here's our cuts from the stash. Get fucked up. I'ma go check on O.E." Chris got to his feet and stratched. Then, he left to go up after the gargoyle. Zack sighed, and grabbed the half-key bag of weed. He took a pack of zig-zags from his pocket.
"So how's it look?"
"It's all right." O.E. replied, shouldering the rifle. Chris surveyed the area. There were crates as far as the eye could see. They were standing atop the third crate above their own. O.E. sat down in his chair and lit up a cigarette. Chris sat down on the metal crate. "So what do you think Z's doing?" Chris asked. Just then, smoke drifted up to their nostrils. O.E.
chuckled. "Oh, HELL no..." Chris replied. They both laughed at this, and climbed down to go join Zack.
END OF CHAPTER 2.
There was Chapter 2! I don't really feel enthusiastic about writing a third, but if enough people R&R, I just might. Hope anyone reading actually likes the story. As usual, the email is blazeybreele at gmail. com for comments or flames.
"When I die, bury me upside-down, so the world can kiss my ass goodbye"
---me