'Hernandez?' whispered Dylan, he felt like he'd seen a ghost. That was Hernandez alright, the small weasel like face and slicked back hair, nervous and jumpy as ever. He had his uniform on, but was wearing a pulled up grey hoody, he saw Dylan and hurried over to him.
'Don't come to close Jimmy, Pulaski and Tenpenny can't be far behind,' growled Dylan.
'Screw those bastards…I swear there not here,' he snarled.
'What the hell are you doin' here?'
'Let's go some place quiet alright?' he whimpered.
'I don't think so…here will be fine,' said Dylan.
'Ok ok…'
'So… what?'
'I…told LAPD about everything,' he whispered.
'You did…they listened?'
'Yeah yeah…but there not gonna give me any police protection, they said I have to stay with them, act like nothing has happened…there's gonna be a trial in a couple of weeks,' he said.
'Ok…so why you coming to me, d'you want witnesses or something?'
'No…were gonna kill Tenpenny and Pulaski!'
'What…. wait….we?'
'Yeah, look there gonna find out about what I did, then they'll kill me and they have plans to kill you if we don't get them first!'
This was it, this was Dylan's chance, he didn't trust Hernandez in the slightest but he didn't want to sit around waiting for a trial…waiting to be killed.
'Ok, I've got questions though,' said Dylan, Hernandez nodded eagerly.
'Firstly…where is Tenpenny now?'
'There havin' a barbeque in Prickle Pine…I'm supposed to be out getting meat'
'O.k…what's you plan?'
'Well, a witness is meeting with a fed and exchanging a dossier with him, Tenpenny is telling Carl Johnson…' he looked at his watch, 'right about now, to kill the witness and get the dossier, then there planning to meet Carl in the desert, retrieve the dossier and kill Carl!' said Hernandez dramatically, he wasn't finished though. 'And then, that's when we'll strike!'
'Woah…woah shouldn't we warn Carl?'
'No no…it'll mess everything up…Carl will be fine…though I don't now why your worrying about that bastard,' he said forcefully.
'Ok…so when is this meeting taking place?'
'Meet me tomorrow at seven pm at El Castillo Del Diablo…there's a ghost town , I'll meet you under a stone bridge type thing…you'll see it and take this,' he thrust a Glock 29 into Dylan's hands.
'Hey wait wait…how did you know where to find me?'
'Tenpenny's been tailing you ever since you left Los Santos,' he replied, turning back to the sloppily parked police car and speeding off as fast as he could.
'Whoa,' muttered Dylan, he found it hard to believe the scene he had just completed. He pushed thoughts of home back into the recesses of his mind.
Dylan spent the night on a secluded bench, not sleeping much, wondering what he'd do as soon as all this was done. He'd have to ring his Dad, get him to wire him some money for a flight home then devise a story to why his career didn't work out, but most of all he could never return to San Andreas again.
He spent the day wondering around Las Venturas, he had never been anywhere like it and he would be disappointed to leave. He managed to win thirty dollars playing blackjack in the 'Caligulas Casino' which he spent on a bus fare to Las Pasaydas, where he had a fairly nasty dinner and drink at a grizzly diner. He headed to the huge brown hill, which was connected to a smaller twin one by a nature made bridge, this must be the place. He could make out the small 'Ghost town' in the deteriorating light, a tiny deserted settlement made up of small wooden shacks, he couldn't make out any figures in the evening glow but they must have been down there. He heard the shifting of sand under feet and turned round, it was Jimmy, as nervous looking as ever, he didn't say anything just beckoned to Dylan to follow him, they crouched low and made there way down the sloping path. Dylan could hear voices but couldn't see the owners, they were getting louder and louder and Dylan caught a glimpse of Tenpenny. Hernandez carefully led him through the shacks until finally they settled behind a small wooden building. Dylan could see the backs of the two soon to be ex-cops and Carl as he handed over the much wanted dossier.
'Ha, I bet you were. That the dossier? Hand it over,' said Pulaski coolly.
'Hey everything cool now?' said Carl passing the documents over.
'I don't know Carl. Eddie?' Tenpenny's voice sliced the air like a knife through butter.
'Our boys done good,' replied Pulaski, though he wasn't talking about Carl
'Wonderful, now that's sorted out…Hernandez you can come out now!' said Tenpenny softly. Dylan was about to look over at Hernandez for some sort of explanation, but Hernandez was obediently walking over to the trio. Dylan had been tricked.
'Dylan…you can come out as well…don't even try running away,' said Tenpenny, Dylan stood stock still, though jumped violently as three shots were fired into the air.
'Now now Eddie, we don't want to attract to much attention…oh for fucks sakes I'm getting bored come out Dylan'
Dylan, this time abided, he walked very slowly with his hands up towards Tenpenny.
'That's better,' drawled Pulaski approaching Dylan, searching him and pulling out the Glock.
'And for you Hernandez…not even getting Dylan for us is gonna save you now,' said Tenpenny dangerously. Hernandez eyes widened in horror as Pulaski fired three bullets into his chest, he hit the ground, blood dripping out of his mouth leaking onto the sand below, Dylan grimaced as he realised the bullets had punctured his lungs leaving him to slow painful death, though fortunately Tenpenny finished him off with a few well placed kicks.
'YOU SNITCH PIECE OF SHIT! YOU VATO ASSHOLE! YOU SOLD US OUT!' screamed Tenpenny kicking him furiously.
'And now for you Dylan…man it's been a while since I saw you…what happened to all your hair? That is one nasty bruise…did our Carl did that to you?' said Tenpenny, smiling mirthlessly. Dylan remained silent.
'Y'know Dylan I had a revelation last night'
'Do tell' said Dylan through gritted teeth.
'I was thinking 'now that Dylan fella looks real familiar, where have I seen those hazel eyes and angelic intentions before?' and then I remembered this pretty little thing in a club, now she was talking to me about how she had left home a mess hooked on drugs and alcohol. Leaving her older brother Mom and Dad… damn what was her name again?'
'Where are you goin' with this Tenpenny?' said Dylan.
'Oh yeah Rosie… Rosie Garnier that was it,' he grinned, a sick grin. Dylan froze, his heart skipped a beat.
'DON'T SAY HER FUCKIN' NAME YOU SONAVA BITCH!' spat Dylan furiously, his sole intent was killing Tenpenny, he was about to lurch forwards but was held back by Pulaski.
'Because that's why you came here isn't it Dyl? Not to fight crime heroically, but to find the bastards who beat your eighteen year old sister to death 'cos she couldn't pay her drug money…I think she had left for a quick fix when I slipped some Special K into her drink…'
Dylan shook with pure anger, his heart thumping and his veins throbbing…this was revenge now.
'Anyway… Eddie if you'd be so kind to place your gun against Dylan's head…now Dylan take this gun…if you even think about pullin' a fast one you'll be staring at your remains from hell…yes now aim the gun at Carl…I wouldn't run Carl because if you run then Dylan will be shot shortly followed by you…there perfect,' said Tenpenny happily.
'You see if you do us the favour of shooting Carl here, then you can go free…but if not then… both of you are dead…you've only got one bullet Dylan,' said Tenpenny. Dylan stared at Carl who remained cool as if he knew he'd be walking out of this alive, Pulaski had the gun pressed against his head so hard it cut lines into his temple…Dylan's arms shook.
'Oh fuck this I'm outta here,' cried Tenpenny walking to the police car.
'W-where you going?' said Pulaski nervously.
'To get drunk and laid of course!' he laughed back. Six pairs of eyes watched him go.
'Right I'm gonna count down from ten, and if you don't shoot the bastard then your both dead,' said Pulaski, savouring the power he had.
'10'
Sweat trickled down Dylan's forehead.
'9'
He could just shoot Carl…but he couldn't trust Pulaski to spare his life.
'8'
'7'
He might be able to punch Pulaski from here…no he'd be dead in an instant.
'6'
'5'
It's unlikely he would survive even if Pulaski didn't kill him, people would find out that was Dylan then all of Carl's friends and family would be after him.
'4'
What was the gun that Pulaski had?
'3'
Three in the air…three in Hernandez's chest
'2'
Sweat dripped off Dylan's nose
'1'
The gun clicked pathetically, Pulaski stared open mouthed at the device, Dylan wasted no time. His fist hit Pulaski's chin with a splitting crack, a blow glanced off his temple. The cop tried to run, but a kick in the back of the leg sent him blundering into the ground. Dylan towered over the fallen figure and aimed his gun.
'Glock 39, only six rounds…' wheezed Dylan. He fired, the lead penetrated Pulaski's huge gut.
'Dickhead,' muttered Dylan, slumping to the floor.
'Damn,' said Carl from behind him, 'hell… I thought that was the end…thanks man…and look I'm sorry 'bout your sister…I mean if that had happened to Kendl I'd have ripped Tenpenny's throat out by now,' he said solemnly, he ambled over to the corpse.
'Shit, where'd this punk get all this paper from?'
'Robbing corpses…nice,' murmured Dylan
'He don't need it no more!' retorted Carl, 'five hundred bucks will shut you up,' he said, passing over a mass of green notes. He frowned at Dylan's unsatisfied pained face.
'Hey look I'll give you lift to Los Santos, that's were Tenpenny's trial is happenin' you can testify against the bastard, he's got no excuses now man, he's going down…for sure.'
