An American Crime Saga: Part Three
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Chapter Five:
"Finally! I thought you guys were supposed to have a six-minute response time!" Detective West laughed to the raid team when they arrived.
"That response time only applies to emergencies, sir." one man commented.
"Ah! Emergencies! Well let me see… THIS IS AN EMERGANCY!! I'VE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR THIRTY DAMN MINUTES!" West stopped laughing and screamed in the mans nervous face. The man they were assigned to work with had something of a reputation for his temper within the department.
"I apologize, Detective. We didn't know it was so urgent." The man humbly apologized.
"You're damn right it's urgent! I have a god-damn lead on this sucker and you dickheads are sitting on your asses! Just get in the cars, we're taking down Jimmy with the local Red Cats. They're at Sam's Ice Cream Parlor on 75th! Now I drive fast, so keep up!" West explained as he stepped into his car.
"You sure he's still there?" a raid member asked.
"Well he most certainly would be if you dumb-shits hadn't taken so long! Now we'll just have to see and get any leads we can otherwise." The men hit the road on their way to Sam's. It was gonna be a hell of a time.
"What are we doing! We're just gonna let Hugh get killed back there?! He's my step-father and Jimmy's only family other than me! We should turn around!" Cindy cried at the thought of the recent occurrences.
"Look, I would help him if there were anything we could do! If West was looking to get information, he's probably got it by now! If he was looking for a lead, he's probably found it by now! If he was out to kill Hugh, than unfortunately, it's probably already over." Sheen explained. It wasn't easy on him, either. Hugh was like a second father to him, growing up. He also didn't want to see Jimmy go through that.
"Don't say that! He isn't dead! There's no way!" Cindy's tears poured out like a waterfall.
"If West wanted him dead, than he's dead! Okay?! I ain't happy either, but we can't change it! Look, we know where Jimmy is, and we can warn him about West. That's about all we can do right now." Sheen showed a rare outburst of anger and sadness. He was usually a very easy-going guy. But not on that day. He'd lost two of his closest friends, his friend's father, and had to leave his house behind, all in one long day.
"Where is your gang at, anyway? All Hugh said was that Jimmy was meeting with them." Cindy wiped her tears and took a breath.
"We hide out in a back room of Sam's Ice Cream Parlor. We pay Sammy to keep quiet and provide us with the place. That's where we're heading." Sheen explained.
"Sam's Ice Cream Parlor?" Cindy held in laughter. That was about the last answer she'd been expecting.
"Yep.. guns and ice cream. How much better does life get?" Sheen laughed. Cindy let her laughs out, too, knowing that Sheen was cheering up.
The two arrived about five minutes later to an empty parking lot. All the gang members parked their cars at a nearby warehouse. Otherwise, the parking lot would be filled with gang-decorated low-riders packed to the brim with guns. They knew that that wouldn't help their host's business too much.
"Stay here." Sheen said to Cindy as he stepped out of their parked car.
"Stay here? Why?" Cindy had been expecting to come in.
"I just want you to watch the car and to be safe if anything happens. If Jimmy's in there, I'll come out and get you. Okay?" Sheen explained.
"Okay." Cindy sat back and relaxed as she watched Sheen walk into the parlor. What could possibly happen to put them in danger now?
Inside, Sheen quickly greeted Sammy and walked to the back room. He opened the door with anticipation. Would Jimmy be behind the door? He was about to see.
"Hey! Amigo!" the fill-in-leader (the one Jimmy had spoken to)'s face lit up at the sight of his friend and leader.
"How's it going, Jose?" Sheen greeted the man. So that was his name?
"We heard 'bout you're problemo, hombre. Your pal Jimmy stopped by here for help." Jose told Sheen.
"Yeah, I was wonderin' if ya'll knew were he was? All I heard was that he was with you guys." Sheen replied.
"Well, he asked us for some help, and we gave it to him." Jose answered.
"What did you do?" Sheen asked.
"We sent him to the merchant."
"Armando Montoya?" Sheen rubbed his ears to make sure he heard right.
"Yep. Some guys are bringing him across the border as we speak." Jose laughed.
Little did they know that something else was also going on as they spoke.
"Oh my god." Cindy looked out of her window when she heard overwhelming sirens blasting throughout the block. She saw about twenty police cars and one familiar ford car driving towards the shop. She knew who was there… Detective West. She quickly hid under the seat of the car.
"Alright boy's! I want everyone to follow me inside. We're taking him down tonight!" West turned to his troops and told them the plan. The marched inside the shop in a quick fashion, ignoring the car Cindy was in.
"Where are they?" West walked up to Sammy.
"W.. What?"
"WHERE-ARE-THEY!!!??"
"In the back! First door to your left! Please don't hurt me!" Sammy ducked under the counter in fear.
"Let's go, boys!" West signaled with his gun towards the back hallway. They barged in like a storm.
"Nobody move! You're all under arrest for gang participation!" West announced to the shocked gang members and an equally shocked Sheen.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You can't arrest us, man!" Jose yelled, obviously angry, "You know who we are?"
"I give up…" West laughed sarcastically.
"You looking for Jimmy?" Sheen turned to the man who'd killed more friends of his in one knight than he'd thought possible.
"Bingo! What prize do have for this fine young man? What's that? A one way trip to prison! Sounds like a hell of a prize!" West laughed, and his crew followed in his laughter.
"You killed Libby and Carl, and I get the feeling you gilled Mr. Neutron too." Sheen said with an angry face.
"Oh, so you must be 'ol Sheeno! Sorry if I made a bad first impression, now which one of you is gonna tell me where Jimmy is?" West asked.
"You aren't getting anything from us." Jose answered the detectives question. With that, the entire gang pulled out their respective guns.
"Well, well, well! Looks like you're all armed. Lemme see some permits!" West was having fun. It was then that more men arrived.
About ten men, all in black suits with red ties and pistols barged into the now crowded room moving in-between the police and the gang. Everyone knew who they were.
They were Lazanno's people.
"Who in the blue hell are you?" West asked. The man in front answered that question.
"Hello, Mr. West. I'm insulted by your failure to recognize me. I'm Vito Fezinni. I serve as consigliere, or counsiler, to Don Lazaanno. First of all, I must thank you, detective, for leading us here. We too, are looking for Jimmy, and my employer sent us. Now, we would like information on Jimmy's wereabouts as well, Mr. Estevez." the man explained.
Sheen stood in fear. He was in the middle of a showdown between the mafia, the police, and his own gang. Things were about to get ugly.
"We ain't telling you nothing, man!" Jose said, angrily.
"Wait one second, buddy! You say you're from Lazanno's mafia? Hell, you're under arrest too!" West aimed his gun at Vito.
"You couldn't arrest us all, Detective West. There's only about twenty of you, and there's ten of us and about fourty cats. Now is it just me, or are you a little over your head, detective?" Vito laughed.
"You laughing at me, you Itallian piece of shit! You can take your spiggetti ass and get outta my country! Nobody laughes at me!" West's face turned red as he got madder. Here comes another outburst.
"Wait one second here, man! You even got a warrant, Mr. Detective?" Jose stepped forward.
"Do I have a warrant? Do I have a warrant?! Here's my warrant you piece of crap!" the Detective quickly turned his gun and fired a single bullet into Jose's forehead.
The rest was a blur. Every man in the room, minus Sheen, started blasting their guns at their enemies. Bullets whizzed past Sheen like jet plains. Left and right, cops were shot my cats, cats were shot by mafia men, mafia men were shot by cops, cats were shot by cats, and so on. Screams filled the room as Sheen surveyed the carnage.
Detective West was firing away at the few mafia men left when a bullet from a cat caught West in the leg. West hardley seemed to notice as he just continued blasting away. A cop fired a bullet into Vito's gut, knocking him to the ground. Layers upon layers of Sheen's fellow red cats fell like targets to the vicious police. That was all Sheen could stand.
Sheen stood up and ran to the door, shoving down a few cops in the meantime. He caught a bullet in the shoulder, but it wasn't too bad. Barely a flesh wound. Sheen jumped out the door and ran to the car. He opened it in a flash, but couldn't find Cindy.
"Cindy?! Cindy, where are you?!" Sheen panicked, thinking the worst.
"Down here! Just drive, Sheen! The cops and mafia are… Oh my god your hit!" Cindy cried as she got up from under her seat.
"I know I'm hit, but it's only a flesh wound! I'll live! Look, Jimmy's going across the border to Mexico to see a man named Armando Montoya. He should help Jimmy. We should probably go too." Sheen explained to Cindy, relieved to see her face.
"I don't have my passport!" Cindy realized.
"No problem. I've gotten people across the border thousands of times. Just do as I say when we arrive." Sheen and Cindy drove off, on their way to Mexico.
"Now are you gonna tell me what I wanna here, buddy, or to I have to shoot you too?" Detective West was stepping on a fallen gang member's neck holding a gun to his face. The fight was pretty much over. Only West and a few cops remained. All of the Red Cats, minus the one under West's boot, were dead. All of Lazanno's men were dead too, with their suits now as red as their ties. Little did West know, however, that Vito Fezinni was alive as well.
"Que?" the Red Cat moaned. Que means what in Spanish.
"You don't speak English, huh? Well let me say it real damn slow. DO YOU KNOWO WHERE JIMMY IS?" West was so ignorant and evil.
"I speak Spanish, sir. May I ask him?" One of the remaining cops said.
"Whatever, just get an answer." West replied. He stepped off the gangster, but continued aiming with the gun. After quickly translating, the cop turned to West.
"He says that Jimmy is with three Red Cats on their way to Mexico to see some Armando Montoya fellow." the cop told his boss.
"Ask him what he's doing there." West added.
"He says that Montoya will train Jimmy and sell him things he needs."
West looked at the Red Cat and laughed.
"Thanks a bunch…" West said before firing a shot at the man. Then, he noticed Vito moving across the room. He was reaching into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Vito pressed a speed-dial number and spoke to a man.
"Jimmy's going to Mexico, sent guys to the border to stop him!" Vito yelled through the phone to a man that could only be Maxx Lazanno.
"Hey!" West yelled and fired a round into Fezinni. He wanted to ensure that Vito's name showed up in the obituaries.
"So what now?" the other cop asked West.
"Looks like we're going to Mexico." West answered.
"But we don't have authority there, sir." the cop added.
"Does it really look like that's gonna stop me." West replied as he surveyed the damage. It was time to call his boss.
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