An American Crime Saga: Part Three
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Chapter Six:
"We almost there?" Jimmy moaned as he adjusted in his seat. He'd just woken up from some much needed sleep.
"Almost, amigo. I'd say 'bout five minutes." One of the guys replied.
"Thank god, I'm getting pretty hungry." Jimmy sighed.
"Everybody got their guns ready?" another guy asked.
"Yeah, I'm ready hombre. Here, give Jimmy a gun." the third suggested as he drove.
"Me? No, no, no! I don't even know how to use one of those!" Jimmy insisted as one handed him a pistol.
"It's simple. Pull this top part back, release, aim, and pull the trigger. Then, Boom! They're dead!"
"That easy?" Jimmy asked with a look on his face that said, you're lying to me and I know it.
"That easy, amigo. Now get ready to duck. When we pull in, a man should come up behind us and check our trunk. Now we're gonna shoot from here through the back windshield and if you're in the way, we ain't gonna stop to realize. Got it?"
"Got it, but what am I supposed to do other than duck? I mean, can't I help?" Jimmy asked.
"Well you could shoot some guys for us."
"That's not what I meant. I mean, I'm a smart guy. I could help get us through this." Jimmy added.
"Look Jimmy, bullets can be better than brains at times. It just depends on the situation. Now, If the border patrol pops our trunk and sees the thousands of dollars and guns we've got stashed in there, what do you think they'll be using? Brains or bullets?" The driver explained.
"Bullets?"
"That's right, amigo. And the way we see it, if they use bullets and we use brains, who's gonna live and who's gonna die?"
"They live, we die?" Jimmy looked at his gun and thought of the first time he'd killed a man, back in Madagascar. Shorty and his men had attempted to kill him at his house, so he killed one of them and talked his way out of getting killed by the others. That was self-defense, though. This time he was with gang members illegally crossing the border by killing innocent people who were just doing their jobs.
"Why do we have to kill them?" Jimmy asked his car-mates.
"Looks like we don't have to, amigo…" the driver stared in shock through the windshield and Jimmy soon joined him. All of the border patrolmen were dead. Not one of them was without a bullet in them. What had happened? Did somebody else come by and kill them? Jimmy had almost forgotten that there were other criminals in the world, not just him, Sheen, Lazanno, Castillo, and the Red Cats. He found his answer quickly.
It was at that very moment that about ten or so men in black suits with red ties. Lazanno was trying to stop him from crossing. Jimmy was wondering when Lazanno was going to make a move.
"Get down!!" the driver yelled, and they did just that. All four ducked down as bullets upon bullets burst through the windshield, piercing everything they hit. The driver and the man riding shotgun jumped out of the car blazing. They had a machine-gun in each hand, so that's four machineguns all firing in different directions.
"I'm going out, Jimmy. You can stay if you want, just get to Montoya. You can get directions from just about anyone, he's well known across the border." The third man, the man in the back seat with Jimmy, told him. He went out blazing as well.
What should Jimmy do? He had a gun, but had problems using it. Should he just watch these men kill each other. Either way, he had to get across the border. Jimmy quickly moved into the driver's seat and got ready to push the pedal. He was getting across that border.
One by one the three men were shot, and when the last one died Jimmy struck. There was one mafia man left, and he would be gone soon. Jimmy pressed the ignition and charged at the man, hitting him like a fly with a flyswatter.
"Oooh!" Jimmy couldn't help feel the excitement from avenging his three fallen comrades, and sending Lazanno a message. However, done of that amounted to the level of excitement he felt when his front wheels crossed the Mexican-American border. He was home free.
Jimmy stopped at a nearby gas station to find directions.
Meanwhile, Sheen and Cindy were about ready to go through a similar experience.
"So how are we doing this?" Cindy asked her friend.
"Well, when the guy asks for our passports, I want you to stick your hand under that blanket you have back there and point it at him, like you have a gun under it. I'll do all of the talking." Sheen explained.
"Will it work?" Cindy wondered out-loud.
"I don't know, I've always done it with a real gun." Sheen smiled.
"Perfect, and what if it doesn't work?"
"I really haven't thought about that yet. I'm really a spur of the moment kinda guy."
Cindy shrugged off her concerns, as she was fairly confident in her friend. It was then that she realized something. Was she becoming a criminal? Was she becoming what she didn't ever want to be. Look at the list! She fled from the police, twice. She approved of her husband participating in a robbery, and now she was going to illegally cross the border to Mexico? She could almost feel her innocence crawl away.
"Alright we're he…" Sheen began, but never finished. He caught sight of what was in front of him. Bodies. Bodies as far as the eye could see.
"Oh my god, Sheen! Who are they?" Cindy cried.
"Looks like some border patrollers, some of Lazanno's men, and some of my gang!" Sheen answered with wide eyes.
"What do you think happened?"
"Well, I'm betting those three gangsters where bringing Jimmy across, but they ran into Lazanno's guys. They must've tried to stop him from crossing, and the patrol guys must've gotten involved." Sheen answered, surveying the corpses for a familiar face.
"What about Jimmy?" Cindy asked.
"Well, I don't see his body anywhere, so he must've crossed on his own once everyone else was dead!" Sheen told her. They hugged about the fact that Jimmy was probably still alive and that all of these others died instead. Sounds like a bad thing to celebrate about, huh?
Anyways, the two drove on across the border with absolutely nobody to stop them. However, somebody who would have loved to stop them arrived to the border next.
"Whoa, what happened here?" One of the two cops with Detective West asked.
"Looks like a massacre. I see some Red Cats, some Italian Mafia guys and a bunch of dead border patrollers." the other replied.
"Oh, well no shit Sherlock! Figure that out on your own, huh?!" West laughed. Sounds hard to believe that a man could laugh at the sight of about thirty dead people. That was the kind of person Detective West was. The kind of person who laughs at funerals.
"Man, looks like a shoot-out! Jimmy must've been here!" one cop mentioned.
"So, Officer Dipshit, are we gonna move the car across the finish line soon or what?" West looked at the driving officer.
"We should call some ambulances. We can't just leave these bodies all over the street!" the cop replied.
"Look, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS DISNEY BULLSHIT! Just move the car or you'll be joining them!" West screamed as he pulled out his gun to point at the cop's head.
"Okay! Okay! I'm moving the car!" the cop insisted and did as he was told. He drove across the border and into the nearest town. The very town that Jimmy, Cindy, and Sheen were also in. They were about a mile into the town when another car sped past them.
"He's speeding! I should stop him!" The driving cop said.
"We don't have authority down here, dicko. Besides, we don't have time." West said.
"Well I'm doing something." the driver insisted and sped up.
"Turn into this parking lot!" West yelled.
"No, I have to get this guy!" the driver said again.
"DO IT NOW!" West finally pulled a gun out and pressed it to the driver's head.
"Okay, fine!" the driver took a sharp turn into the parking lot of a 7-11, "Now what?"
West quickly pulled the trigger and emptied a bullet into the driver's blond-haired head.
"Holy Sh..!" the other cop screamed.
"You gonna go all heroic on me jackass?" West turned to the other.
"No! Oh god no! I'll do whatever you say, just don't kill me, please!" The cop cried.
"Okay! Okay! Don't piss your panties! I'm driving, so move the body." West told the cowering cop.
"Move it where?" he asked.
"Push it in back! Go, go, go!" West signaled for him to hurry up.
"Okay, now what?" the cop asked, fearfully.
"We should stop at a motel. There's one, down the street! It's getting late and I've had a long damn day." West replied.
"Then what to we do about Neutron?"
"We track him down and arrest him, or better yet, kill him. Nobody makes me leave my own country and lives." West pulled into the motel and parked the car. He didn't appear to notice the Red Cat car belonging to the men who drove Jimmy parked across the row.
He didn't seem to notice Sheen's car either.
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