Chapter 2: Cop Work
The Area 69 alarm boomed out across the dessert. The sound of distance sirens could be heard, as they drew closer. Also the roar of a helicopter engine could be heard.
A flatbed truck followed by two white and red stingers, zoomed up the highway towards Octane Springs. The convoy eventually stopped by a small shack, way up north in dessert. Near the ocean. Two men got out of each of the Stingers. They stomped through the thick sand towards the shack.
As they were about to knock on the door, the door swung open. A rough looking man was stood there. He had a short untidy bristles on his chin and was wearing a trucker hat. The sun had obviously been cruel to him as his faces was covered in deep wrinkles. He was welding a large country rifle. And waving it about the two Japanese men's faces.
"Get of my property! You god damn suit's are all the same, thinking you can go anywhere you damn well please. And what the hell is that?" He said pointing his sausage finger towards the Flatbed.
The two men just looked at each other and smiled. One kicked the man in the stomach. Obviously winding him. The owner dropped like a sack of bricks, then to finish him off, the next guy, blew his brains with a Tec-9 submachine gun.
DCI Martin King was anxiously pacing his dim lite office. Every no and again he would shuffle through the papers on his cluttered desk.
DCI King was a short bald man, about fifty. He was coming to the end of his career, and everything was going well until now.
He loosened his tie, revealing sweat patch's under his armpits. Just then a well dressed guy walked in. He was wearing a dark purple velvet suit. His hair was swished back, reviling a scar that went horizontally across his forehead.
"Finely, Mister Kinkle", Martin said agitated, " The situation has grown serious! A nuclear missile was stolen from Area 69 last night. I think the threat was real. Mayor, we have to do something!"
"Look, calm down! I'm not worried! Maybe a little, but not to worried. They can't have smuggled a nuclear missile out of San Andreas without someone knowing! It's practically impossible. For god sake, Martin, they can't even get it out of the dessert. Army, FBI, CIA and the whole of the god damn San Andreas state police are searching the dessert! Let them deal with it. Know if you don't mind I'm late for a meeting. Good day", Kinkle said, before leaving the office.
Martin finally sat down, in his leather chair by his desk. He sighed, rubbing his hand over his bald head. He knew the situation was series. He knew he had to do something. But he also knew the Mayor Kinkle hasn't authorized anything. He is like a spider trapped on his back, he's stuck... And there's no way out.
Finally, Theo came round. He looked up, dazed. He was in some sort of garden. He noticed the trees and flowers. There was also a small swimming pool. The water looked gray, reflecting the weather.
He felt small speck's of rain on his check. He had no idea what was going on. Why he was here. Then he saw a familiar face.
Kenzel walked into the garden, he was accompanied by two guards, one holding an umbrella above Kenzel's head.
Kenzel was the leader of the Yackuzas. After his cousin had died in a construction sight, he had decided to leave his old Triad gang in San Fierro, and head to Liberty. Now he knew it was a stupid move. Liberty was so bland, so dry. And so dark. It rained almost everyday, and when it was clear, small street gangs would flood the streets, making it impossible to move from district to district.
Kenzel had a mop of deep black hair, like his eyes. So dark, so bitter, so cold. He wore a plain black shirt with a high collar and trousers to match. He also had a belt around his trousers, were a samurai sword swung.
"Theo! It's been two long, aye?", Kenzel said with a thick Japanese accent.
"Kenzel, I thought I put you away." Theo muttered.
"Oh no, you will find us Japanese much persistent", he said smugly.
"What do you want, Kenzel?" Theo said bitterly.
"You" Kenzel said.
These words echoed in Theo's head. He couldn't understand it. Fourteen years ago, he and the Colombian cartel had tried to kill Kenzel and Woozie, the two leaders of the Triads.
They shot Woozie in the eye's blinding him, but Kenzel, had managed to get away. Retreating to the mountains. Soon the Cartel had a tip off, saying where Kenzel was. The quickly reached the area. Doing a drive by on him and the Triads. He was suppose to be dead?
"What you did to me really hurt, you remember, by the old shady creeks shack. Luckily I had a doctor on hand, patched me up really good".
"What do want from me? I'm useless, I'm not with the Cartel no more!" Theo shouted.
"I know, I heard about the new leader, Edger Fromai, isn't it. Corrupt I heard, the Cartel fear he might sell them out to the filth for the right price", Kenzel answered.
Theo, glared at Kenzel. Kenzel just smiled, and clicked his fingers. Another guard came hurrying over. Kenzel whispered something in his ear.
The rain had grown heavy now, Theo was completely soaked, rain rolled off his hair. He could feel his trousers sticking to his leg. He wanted to pull at them to unstick them, but his hands were tied up to a pole by a pierce of rough rope. Theo had no idea what he was going to do. He knew that if he didn't escape that sword was going straight into his skull.