An American Crime Saga: Part Five
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Chapter Four:
"Hey, you guys making any progress?" Kenny walked into a room where Jimmy was holding an AK-47 as if he'd held it several times before. Carlos, leaning against a wall, had a big smile across his face.
"I told you he'd learn fast, Kenny." Carlos laughed, pushing against the wall to stand erect.
"Fast is fast, this is learning how to use a damn AK in less than ten minutes. That's a whole different thing than fast!" Kenny looked over to Jimmy, who was in deep concentration as he aimed toward a typical bulls-eye.
"Watch this guy, Kenny!" Carlos told him, just as Jimmy pulled the trigger.
Kenny held his ears tightly, jumping away from the danger-zone. Jimmy fired, blowing the bulls-eye clean off of the wall. Jimmy swung the gun's strap over his shoulder and walked over to his observing friends. Like himself, they were fully dressed in the rebel group's typical outfit: a white tank-top with blue jeans. Kenny had grabbed himself a pair of those gloves with finger-holes in them.
"I think I know why you've survived so long, Jimmy. You're a god-damn natural with this baby!" Kenny threw an arm over his pal's shoulder.
"Yeah, well I was called a 'boy genius' as a kid. Most of that wore off, but I still learn faster than most." Jimmy humbly said.
"Well if I ever knew a genius, it'd be you, Jimmy."
"Thanks."
In the middle of that "moment", Ray ran into the room. He was dressed like the rest, only was given a hat similar to Raul's. Raul had made him an honorary leader for that night.
"Raul says we should take the car over to his warehouse in the mid-city area. We'll be in his truck. We should be getting to that mansion in about fifteen minutes if we hurry." Ray informed the group.
"Where are Wild and Ace?" asked Carlos.
"They're waiting in the car. Let's get going."
"Alright. I'm ready, and Jimmy here is definitely ready!"
The four walked out of the room, all with AK-47's strapped around the backs. Most of the rebels were already on their way to the garage/warehouse. They climbed out of the hole one by one and jumped into the car.
"So which way is it to this warehouse place?" Wild, who was at the wheel, asked Ray.
"Here, I'll drive. I know where it is." Carlos offered. They switched seats and drove off.
When they arrived, they were greeted at the door by Raul. They parked behind the warehouse and made their way to the front. It was like an airplane hanger made just for this rebel group. How could this little group afford this warehouse? Jimmy soon got an answer.
"We build this place five years back, when we destroyed Castillo's warehouse upstate. We took down the building and re-built it here. The trucks were funded by Castillo's left-over cash in that warehouse's safe. You guys follow me. You'll be on my truck with me and a few others. However, there is only room for eight in the truck, so two of you will have to hold on to the ladder on the back." Raul explained.
"Me and Jimmy will hang on the back." Kenny offered. Jimmy looked over, somewhat upset. After all, who wants to be volunteered to hang on the back of a moving truck?
"Okay then. Let's get going!" Raul waved for the six to follow him to one of the front-most trucks. Raul's three rebel's got in first, followed by Ray, Carlos, and Ace. Wild was over at the truck's side, looking to the sky and holding his hands together. Raul walked over to him.
"Do you believe in the lord, Wild?" Raul asked.
"No, I don't."
"Than why are you preying to him?"
"Well, if he does exist, now is a good time to get on his good side."
"Listen. If he is there, he ain't looking out for criminals like us."
With that, Raul hopped into the truck as Wild looked on. Wild stood, building up the bravery to get in the truck that would drive him to the biggest fight of his life.
"What are you waiting for? Get on in!" Kenny pushed Wild toward the truck door, but Wild stopped before he entered.
"Don't tell me your afraid? Isn't your name 'Wild'?!" Carlos playfully laughed from inside.
Wild looked around, fearfully. His eyes were as wide as acorns. His hands shivered, giving away that he was, in fact, afraid.
"You have used weapons all of your life, Wild! Don't think any one of them red cats at the mansion knows how to kick ass better than you!" Kenny tried encouraging his timid pal.
"I don't know. I just don't think it's safe to go charging into Castillo's home like that! He probably has the entire gang surrounding it! I enjoy my life, and getting on that truck is suicide! It's crazy!" Wild yelled.
"It may be crazy. Hell, it is crazy! But how many people have accomplished anything without doing crazy things! I thought it was crazy, robbing that bank! I knew it was crazy trying to reason with Castillo and Lazanno in the first place! I knew for sure that it was utterly insane running from West like I did! But look at me! Am I alive?" Jimmy stepped forward. His voice was like thunder, motivating anything within hearing range.
"If you die out there, you'll die with a smile, 'cause you will never fight for a more noble cause! You die fighting the biggest crime-lord in California, you instantly are clear of your criminal status! Look at it as your chance to do something decent and good in your mostly criminal life!" Kenny joined Jimmy in the motivation.
"You've got a few points there..." Wild looked up from his fixed view of the concrete flooring.
"What do you say, Wild?"
"Fine. I die, I died like a bad-ass!" Wild yelled in a yell of readiness, as he jumped on the truck.
"Alright! Now you two hang on! We'll be going fast-as-hell!" Raul laughed, and he slammed the door shut. Jimmy and Kenny looked to each other, and then to the small ladder attached to the back of the truck, like a fire truck.
"It was a hell of a time, knowing ya, Jimmy Neutron." Kenny said.
"Same goes for you, Kenny McQueen." Jimmy replied. They reached out their hand, and shook them.
"Let's get this done!" Kenny laughed, jumping up onto the ladder. Jimmy jumped up, hanging from the other side. The truck pushed off, leading the pack of ten, maybe twelve trucks loaded with battle-ready rebels.
"Open the trunk!" Chief Troy West ordered one of the truck drivers back at the North Plaza parking lot.
"Sure thing, man." The driver jumped out of the driver's seat and rushed to the back of the truck. He took out a small key, like you'd use on an everyday door, and stuck it into the keyhole in the center of the trunk. He quickly turned it, pushing the trunk upward, revealing what almost blinded even West's experienced eyes.
Bags after bags after bags were piled amongst each other inside the loaded truck. Each bag was obviously filled with a drug of some sort. Most likely cocaine.
"Jesus holy mother of.. alrighty! Let's get going! Close the trunk, and bring me a bag!" West laughed, but returned to his serious face to intimidate the men in that parking lot with him.
West jogged over to the police car with only one cop in it.
"You know the way. Stay in front of the trucks, the other car will hold the caboose." West informed the cop in the driver's seat. He was sweating a waterfall. "It's only fifty-somethin' degrees here! What are you sweating about?"
"I.. I.. I've never done anything wrong in my life, sir. I dedicated my life to fighting crime, not helping it to safety!" The cop yelled out, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Do you know what I was assigned to do before Jack went missing?! I was ordered, ORDERED, to end this god-damn gang war! I am offering Castillo the police's help for one reason and one reason only! Who is easiest to deal with later? A state wide Latino gang or the most feared crime organization in the country and maybe world?!"
"Okay! Okay!" the cop backed off in pure fear.
"Okay, okay?! What place do you have questioning my orders anyway?! If you so much as greet me at the station I'll have you flown to f-ing Hawaii and dropped into a damn volcano! You hear me?!"
"Yes, I'm sorry, sir!" The cop hugged the steering wheel, preparing for a bullet to hit his skull. However, that bullet never arrived.
"Just drive, and don't say a word." West sat back and took a breath. Wondering if he should even say 'okay' or not, he did as he was told. The car drove out of the parking lot and behind it followed two truck loads of Salvador Castillo III's goods.
"Hey, Mario! I didn't think the don would send his kid on the first strike!" A man in a black tux and a blood-red tie reached out and greeted the son of Maxx Lazanno.
"Yeah, well daddy's pissed, and he wants the man that pissed him off dead before the fight even begins!" Mario told the mobster, "You got the stuff?"
"Yes I do! Fifteen fully loaded Uzi Sub-Machine guns and three well stocked, four-seater Lincoln's."
"Good, 'cause we've gotta get going. We're supposed to take out a drug shipment at the Castillo mansion, and get to the man himself. The shipment should be comin' in about fifteen minutes." Mario explained, and followed the mobster into the warehouse where those three cars and 15 Uzi's were waiting.
"Are we happy, Mario?" One mobster that had come with Mario asked.
"Yeah, we're happy. Grab a gun, get in a car, and keep up, 'cause I'm gonna be drivin' like a madman."
The men all did just as they were told.
Cindy Neutron was not having much success finding a place to stay. After looking at all kinds of places for sale all day, and passing by three fully-booked hotels, Cindy had to settle on a crap-heap motel by the highway. Cindy opened the door to the single-bed room in a saddened mood.
Cindy dropped backwards onto the bed, and tried to relax. She looked around, seeing nothing worth liking. Looking back on the day, it came off as just an awful day.
How would she find Jimmy? She thought about it all day. He had brought up the possibility of a daring escape, but could he really do it? She had her doubts, but she didn't want to give up hope. She knew only two things. One, she was pregnant. Two, she was going to find Jimmy and have a family. She was suddenly filled with determination.
Cindy jumped up and headed for the door, with a newfound drive. However, when she reached for the doorknob, she was suddenly struck with an overwhelming feeling of nausea. She ran to the bathroom and... well.. you know the rest.
After wiping off her mouth, Cindy sat back down on the couch, without that drive of determination. How could she find Jimmy and find a place to stay all on her own, much less when she has to stop by the bathroom three times a day?
Saddened once more, Cindy walked over to the window and gazed into the distance. She had a perfect view of the main street that ran through North Plaza.
It was at that moment when, strangely, a ling consisting of a cop car, two trucks, and another cop car came racing down the road, until it came to a fork in the road, where they took the one leading to the left. Cindy knew that that direction lead to Castillo's mansion, but didn't try to make too much of it.
Jimmy was waving his free arm in the air as he hung from the leading rebel truck's ladder. It was a thrill of a lifetime for a normal man, but for Jimmy it was only a thrill amongst thrills in this time period. However, this thrill did something none of the others did: it mad him feel innocent again. Jimmy felt the rushing air pass through his veins and ram into his skin. He couldn't help but smile. He felt like he'd never felt wind before. Like he'd never met with crime in his life.
"Wooohoooo!" Jimmy raised his free arm in the air as he screamed in excitement.
"Think we'll ever get to do this again, Jimmy?!!" Kenny laughed, trying to speak over the roaring air.
"If we make it through this, I'll show you my boat!" Jimmy yelled back.
"Boat?!" Kenny asked.
"Yeah! When me and Cindy got married, we bought a boat and left it at a dock on the Pacific Ocean! Every summer we would go out and just sail around in it all day! The wind would just hit your skin and wash away every care you'd ever had! See, it's those little things I miss most!" Jimmy explained to his friend.
"You know, I'm gonna take you up on that offer some day!" Kenny replied.
"It's a deal!" Jimmy reached his free arm out to Kenny, who shook it with his.
"Wooohoooo!" Kenny screamed, and Jimmy soon joined.
Then they passed by a certain crap-heap motel with a view of the street that ran through North Plaza. And up in the second floor, room D5 window was a very, very shocked Cindy Neutron.
"J..Jimmy? Jimmy!!" Cindy jumped up into action and ran out to her car as fast as possible. Pulling out of the motel, Cindy noted which way that stampede of trucks were heading. That was the way she followed.
Out ahead of that rebel-truck stampede, Chief Troy West was getting a phone car on his cell phone.
"What is it?" West asked the unknown person on the other line.
"Hi, it's Kathy. We just got a call in from California State Prison."
"You mean where I sent Jimmy? What's going on there?!"
"A new shipment of prisoners came in, and they were met with a prison being run completely by prisoners. Almost everyone was gone, except maybe three prisoners and a bunch of cell-bound guards. Jimmy is missing."
"What did you just say?! Jimmy, THE JIMMY, is not at the well guarded California State Prison that I sent him to? Jimmy Neutron is free again?! Am I getting that right?" West screamed into the phone.
"Yes. There is a state wide search going for all of the missing prisoners. They've gotten a few back, but it's going to be a while."
"Alright! We'll deal with that after this. Is the entire department there already, or not?!"
"There's still a few cars on their way, but otherwise yes."
"Alright, just tell those one still on the way to hurry or they are all dead, alright?!"
"Sure thing, sir."
West hung up the phone and sat in complete silence. After a few minutes, he angrily smashed his cell phone against the car's dashboard and screamed in frustration. He made a few quick thoughts, and then assumed that if Jimmy had been missing for as long as was possible, he'd probably try to get to Castillo. He pulled out a walkie-talkie and began speaking.
"Load your guns, boys. We may have company when we arrive."
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