Chase and Give

2:00 pm Callahan Point

Takashi was having his lunch of a quarter pound burger and a soda. He was eating at Greasy Joe's. Rika there was not present at the moment, doing some business for the Triads. He thought of something interesting. He was just a delivery boy after all. He picked up his can of soda and drank all what was left in it, crushed it and dropped it on the table.

He stood up and went out of the joint. He then stretched his arms out as he walked out. In front of him parked his fast car, another "borrowed" Mafia Sentinel. He loved these kinds of cars. These cars drift smoothly without any hassle, which he liked.

"Another day, another mission," he said to him self. "Time to do it."

He let out a grin and entered his Sentinel. He turned the engine and left the fastfood joint.

XX0XX0XX

2:30 pm Portland Harbor

Takashi was in the vicinity of the said harbor. He rolled his right window and peered over. To his surprise he saw the LCPD officers roaming around the place.

"What the hell…" he exclaimed in utter shock.

He picked up his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Rika's number. He placed the receiver to his ear.

"Rika here"

"Hey, Rika,"

"Oh Takashi. How's the delivery going?"

"Not good."

"Not good?"

"Yeah, the cops had the place surrounded earlier than expected."

"Oh shoot. Whatever you do, don't let them get to their sights. Get package quickly before they completely sweep the whole place and get the package."

"I got it."

Takashi hung up. He sighed.

"Well," he said, "here we go…"

Takashi drove his car farther from the Portland Harbor. He aligned his car to the fences far part of the harbor where he wouldn't be seen.

He revved his car, waiting for it to go for it power peak. He quickly let go of the side brakes and the cars dashed off. He drove his car straight over the fence and landed perfectly on the platform.

Takashi got out of the cark, leaving it with the engine runnind. This would be a quick task.

He stalked toward the huge building infront, looking both ways to see any cop might be there. He climbed up the stairs to the top. At the top, he saw the brown package. He approached it, grabbed it and went down.

One fat man, dressing like a cop, scouted the car where Takashi left the car. He looked everywhere to find any clues that linked to the crime committed. Then he heard an engine purring behind the big crates. Curious, he approached to investigate.

Takashi was meters away from his car when he saw the cop snooping around. He froze, seeing the cop.

"No shit! I got to get out of here," he said to him self.

He ran toward his car, pulling out a Beretta 96G Elite from his back. He cocked it, ready to take the cop out.

"What's a running car doing here…" the cop asked to his self.

Suddenly he felt cold and metallic connecting the back of his head. He froze, fearing that it might be a gun.

"Put you gun down," Takashi ordered, totting his gun on the cop's head.

The cop didn't hesitate to comply. He pulled out his gun from its holster and dropped to the ground.

"Now put your hands behind your damn head," Takashi said. The cop quickly complied. "Good."

Still pointing the gun at the cop, Takashi moved in and placed the package the back seat of his car. He walked around to his cockpit and got. He then drove away.

The cop felt weak and knelt on his knees. He sighed and quickly picked his radio and contacted his buddies.

Takashi got out of Portland Harbor successfully without getting caught by the cops inside. He relaxed his self, happy that the mission will be almost over. But it was not. He then heard blaring sirens behind him. He glanced at his rear view mirror and saw two police cars coming tailing him.

"Hooooh shit!" He quickly stomped on the gas.

Takashi turned right to Saint Mark's up to the uphill. His car swerved wildly, evading the cars in front of him. The two police cars tailed him. He drove his Mafia sentinel to the straight road ahead, then swerved his car to another street, going down hill.

One of the policemen radioed in for back-up.

XX0XX0XX

2:50pm Liberty City Police Department

Syaoran armed his self with his 9mm pistol. He placed his gun in its holster beside his hip. Beside him, Sakura was prepping her self.

Suddenly, Sakura's radioed emitted a transmission.

We need backup. Pursuing a black Sentinel to China Town—chuff!

Syaoron and Sakura look at each other and nodded.

Takashi was still on the run. He drove passed Punk Noodles and Liberty Bank. He swerved left and right, avoiding the car coming toward his Mafia Sentinel. He glanced at his back and saw the two police cars were still tailing him, hearing their sirens. He gritted his teeth and turned back to his driving.

As he looked back, another police car appeared out of nowhere. Startled, he stomped on the brakes. He steered the wheel hard left, avoiding the police car that was about to collide with him.

"The hell was that?" Takashi asked his self in an angry tone. He looked back.

It was Syaoron who almost rammed him. He stared at the black sentinel he drove the car back to the street and chased the black Mafia Sentinel.

"Oh shit!" Takashi exclaimed as the black and white slowly gained distance to his car.

He steered his Sentinel to a curb, entering the Callahan Bridge as Syaoran chased him their. Another Police Car joined the chase. It was Syaoran's partner Sakura, driving behind.

Syaoran grabbed his radio and radioed, "Sakura, don't let him get out of your sight."

"Roger!" she radioed back.

He put down his radio and pumped more gas on the car, speeding more. His car slowly gained the black Sentinel.

Takashi glanced at his back and saw another police car chasing and blaring their sirens.

"Great. Another one."

He swerved his car to another curb. Like turning on a dime, his Mafia Sentinel slid into a U turn and dashed back to Callahan Bridge. This surprised the two cops.

"Damn! He IS good," Sakura said. She pulled her radio comm. "Hey, Li, we got to stop as fast as possible. He's a damn good driver."

Syaoron U turned and drove back to the bridge. Sakura followed behind him. He gripped on the steering wheel as he gained his speed.

Takashi glanced at his watch at his right wrist. It's about fifteen minutes to go before this mission turns to dust. He must act quickly before the time runs out. He sighed forlornly.

"No choice," he whispered. He pulled out his black Beretta 96G Elite from his hip and stick it out is cockpit window, point it at the cops. "Here we go."

He pulled the trigger and fired shots at the police car behind him. It hit the left headlight, the left rear view mirror, the two shot to the front windshield almost hitting Syaoraon.

"Holy Shit!" Syaoron ducked down avoiding the shot being fired to his car. He pulled out his radio.

"He's armed and dangerous! My car has been hit four times. Be careful!"

"No way! Roger that—chuuf!"

Takashi winced. He was aiming at the wheel but all four had missed. He turned back to the wheel and drove his car out of the bridge, turning right back to China Town.

"Damn it he's too quick," Syaoran said.

The Mafia Sentinel swerved and overtook the Kuruma in front of him. It took a hard turn left to Punk Noodles and drifted right. The two police cars tailed its trail. Suddenly it made U turn along the sides of Punk Noodles, driving back to the main road to Callahan Bridge. With this, the police lost sight it.

They turned around Punk Noodles and saw the Mafia Sentinel going back to the bridge again. It was a slick move that caught the two police cars by surprise.

"What the…" Syaoran and Sakura shouted in unison inside the cars.

The Mafia Sentinel drifted right back to Callahan Bridge. Takashi laughed as drove his Sentinel across the bridge, knowing he had successfully made those cops eat his dust.

At the end of the bridge, he accelerated more and turned to a corner.

Syaoron slammed his left fist angrily. His teeth gritted hard.

"Damn it! We lost him!" he shouted. He leaned back on his cockpit seat and pulled his radio out. "All units in Staunton, search for a black Sentinel with grills for a rear window and a toy car spoiler."

All the police cars present in Staunton Island received the message and went to work. But there efforts were wasted when Takashi entered his second hideout in Staunton Island.

The garage door opened automatically and the Mafia Sentinel entered the garage. Takashi got out of the Sentinel and settle for a shiny, grey Stinger. He put the keys in and drove the Stinger out of his hideout.

He drove down the streets without any detection. He was completely invisible by the police cars roaming around the roads. He smiled at those idiots.

XX0XX0XX

Without any minute to spare, Takaashi arrived at the destination point where was supposed to drop the package. He parked the car near a coffee shop a kilometer away from the underpass.

Takashi entered in the coffee with the package along with him. He looked around the place before walking further inside of it. A waitress approached him and smiled.

"Welcome. How may I help you, sir," the waitress asked the boy polite.

You could help by sleeping with me, He thought sadistically; a grin appeared on his face.

"Yeah. I'm looking for the manager of this shop…" he replied, not mentioning what he had thought about her, even though she was hot with large hooties, a curved waist and wearing an half thigh length skirt.

"Please have a seat," he said. "He will at you table shorty.

Takashi nodded and sat at the table next to him, crossing his legs and checking the woman's buttocks with a malevolent grin on his face and thinking of many ways of hitting on her.

"Damn she's hot," he said to him self.

Later, the manager arrived to his table. He was a thirty year old man, wearing a chef's attire and an white, not-frilled, apron around his waist. He had broad chin and moustache over his upper lip. He stood up before Takashi.

"How may I help you, young man?" he asked Takashi

Takashi stood up and said, "Yeah. This guy has a…package for you."

The manager looked suspicious at him. "What package…"

Takashi then showed the big box to the manager.

He looked mighty shocked when he laid his eyes on Takashi's package. Then he smiled.

"So he wasn't kidding…"

He looked at the young man.

"Thank you for delivering this to me. What is your name?" he asked.

"Yamazaki," Takashi replied.

"Oh I see…" He smiled. "Good work, young man. I suppose you need something in return?"

"Yeah. That's I'm here. They don't call the 'Delivery Boy' for nothing, yo," Takashi replied.

The man chuckled. "I see."

He pulled a long white envelope and gave to Takashi. "Here," he said. "That's your payment. Come to this shop if you. I might get some…jobs for you." He pulled out a sadistic smile on Takashi.

Takashi smirked back at him. "I'll see."

"Good. Thanks you for delivering this, kid."

"Sure."

Takashi turned around and went out of the coffee shop. He smiled while hopping inside the cockpit of his grey Stinger. He turned the engine on and left the shop.

XX0XX0XX

While driving along the streets of Fort Staunton, his phone rang, vibrating in very ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered the call.

"Speak to me."

"Good job finishing the mission."

"Rika."

"Yes, and you're going to have another one. This time it's more dangerous. Head to AMMUNATION and an UZI there. This job is sorda dangerous. You'll going to need the help you can get."

"W-whao! Slow down. The hell is this?"

"It's the Mafia. They're making havoc over here in China Town. Jason Chan needs help there. Get there quick!"

"What the… I'm coming over there. I gonna more than an Uzi to clean this one up."

Takashi dropped his cell phone over the next seat and shifted the car to a higher gear. His stomped on the throttle and his car sped off with great speed.

RRRRooooooaaaaaaa! RRoooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!