An American Crime Saga: Part Five
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Chapter Five:
"Sal! Some guy's on the phone sayin' he'll be there soon with the shipment!" a woman's voice called through the Castillo mansion, waving a portable telephone in her hand.
"Tell 'em to get here before I f-ing pass out! I'm drinking like a madman today!" Salvador Castillo III was laying on his leather couch in the living-room of his huge, deluxe mansion. In one hand he held a pillow that he'd been using, and a half-empty bottle of scotch.
"Alright, they'll be here soon. You should stop drinking before you kill yourself, baby!" The woman walked into the room in a velvet bathrobe. She looked to be Puerto Rican, and was probably just another of Castillo's countless mistresses.
"Yeah, yeah. Would you grab me another bottle, chica!" Castillo laughed, slurring his sentences.
"You never listen, do you Salvador? Fine, here's your scotch, but I'm leaving!" the woman angrily tossed the bottle to the drug-lord, and stormed up the staircase to the equally large second floor.
"Aww! Don't be that way, girl! I'm only kidding!" Castillo sat up, still mostly amused, "Christ."
Castillo sat up and stumbled around a bit, now with a bottle of scotch in each hand. Barely avoiding nearly ten falls, he made his way to the full-wall window in the third room over. From there, he could plainly hear a police siren getting louder and louder, nearer and nearer. Then, he saw two cop cars pull into his pre-opened gate and settle in with the twenty or so loaded cars already surrounding the mansion.
"If I leave, the cops out there ain't gonna bother me, are they?" the mistress came back down, now fully dressed.
"Well, I don't know! I wouldn't try them! You should just stay here with me!" Castillo chuckled.
"Screw you, Salvador. I'm leaving." She stormed to the door and opened it to a chorus of whistles and eager eyes.
"Alright, f-ing bitch..." Salvador said to himself, but turned to the window once more when another siren approached. This one was accompanied by two load truck-honks. Salvador rushed to the back door and opened it, revealing an army of possibly two-hundred Red Cats standing in his back yard.
"Boys, get ready! The trucks have arrived! Open the garage when the trucks pull in! I'll be right out!" Castillo yelled, barely understandable with his drunkenness.
Soon enough, the line of cop cars and drug-loaded trucks came racing to the mansion gates, only turning onto a different path that went around to the back of the mansion. That was where the garage was kept.
"Alright, follow me into the garage out back! When you get out, go join the rest of the guys while Castillo inspects it!" Chief West blared into his walkie-talkie.
"Yes, sir!" a driver spoke back into the walkie-talkie. They seemed to be more loyal to West now than to Castillo. That loyalty came from overwhelming fear.
The trucks followed the head police car, while the caboose cop car pulled away and joined the other cars. Around the mansion they drove, eventually coming toward a crowd of Red Cat members.
"Whoa momma! How many guys do you think there are?! Two, maybe three hundred?!" West was excited to see so many gun-wielding gang members there, ready to face any sort of problem.
"Pull into there!" A Red Cat said to the police chief as he pulled up to the crowd.
"In there? Yeah, sure!" West laughed, at the so far successful shipment. It was all going according to plan.
So far.
Castillo came walking up to the trucks in a mixture of pure happiness, and pure scotch-inflicted confusion.
"Oh baby! Boy did you ever do good, Detective West!" Castillo laughed in happiness as he approached the ex-detective, who was stepping out of the car as the two trucks pulled in.
"Yep! Two whole trucks filled with god-knows-what!" West laughed back.
Castillo reached into his pocket, pulling out a switchblade. West looked puzzled for a second, but stopped when a driver tossed him a bag of the drugs. Castillo cut open the bag, stuck a finger inside, and put it against his tongue.
"This is good shit, amigo! You've done a good job, and you've earned my trust!" Castillo reached out and hugged a reluctant West. However, West was in a good mood and didn't hurt anyone.
"Alright! Unload it!" West looked back and made the order.
"Look at you! You sound like a damn full-time dealer! Givin' orders like that! What'd you do to make 'em listen to you so easily?" Castillo asked.
"How many dealers are there?" West replied with a question of his own.
"I see three." Castillo answered.
"There used to be four!" West told him.
"Ha! There used to be four... Ha! Your a funny guy, West! I'll meet with you over our deal tomorrow! You still got that bag of cash?"
"Yep, I got it back at the..." West began, but stopped mid sentence.
"What is it?" Castillo asked the silent West. Looking around, he saw more silent men, staring to the road.
"Look out!" West screamed, grabbing Castillo and running out of the garage. Quickly approaching were several rebel trucks.
"Hold on, guys!!" Raul Cortez stuck his head out of the truck window and yelled back to the two men holding on by the truck's ladder.
"Will do!!" Kenny called back, and braced himself against the ladder. Jimmy did the same.
In a flash, the truck s charged into the garage, pounding the drug-trucks to pieces, not to mention the drivers and drugs themselves. The trucks unloaded with sixty or so angry, AK-47 wielding rebels.
"Cortez!" yelled Castillo.
"Jimmy!" yelled West.
Then, the bullets began to fly.
Jimmy and the rest of his group of friends stayed together, as the police guarding the mansion began to open fire as well. Overall, about one-hundred cops, two-hundred Red Cats, and sixty rebels began shooting at everything in plain sight. Castillo had no interest in staying.
Castillo barged through the crowd, and made his way back to the mansion. He immediately charged upstairs and locked himself in his bed-room as bullets riddled his once-beautiful home.
Jimmy and Kenny stayed side-by-side as they each unloaded round after round into anybody wearing either a red cat logo or a badge. West was nowhere in sight.
"I'm gonna get inside!" Jimmy yelled to his companions, who were all involved in the fight more than anyone else.
"I'm comin' too!" Kenny spoke over all of the gunfire.
"And me!" Wild walked over, still shooting at a large group.
"Me t..." Ace stepped up, but could not finish before being struck in the forehead by a bullet.
"Ace!" Jimmy cried, but Kenny pulled him away.
"We can't do nothin'! Now let's just get you to Castillo!" Kenny screamed.
In the distance, Raul, Ray, and Carlos were leading some rebels in a huge charge. Ray unleashed bullet after bullet on cop after cop. Carlos shot one officer through Castillo's wall size window.
"Watch it, Raul!" Ray called out when he noticed a Red Cat aiming right at Raul's abdomen. It was too late.
"Aghhh!" Raul was shot up in a frenzy of lead. Shooting stopped for a few moments as the rebels looked down at their fallen leader. Then, in a moment of only anger and revenge, the rebels erupted into a thunderous roar, as they charged for the man, and all of the gangsters around him.
Just then, a small car pulled into the mansion gate. Cindy looked around, trying to spot Jimmy. At first, she was shocked at the sight of all of those cop cars in the front of the mansion, until she noticed that they were all empty.
Cindy looked at her choices. She could either push through the layers of police cars and attempt to get inside, or take the road to the back and look for Jimmy. She chose option B.
She had no idea what was waiting for her.
Cindy's eyes almost jumped out of her head as the sight of an all out war was revealed. Where was Jimmy? Was he dead? Who were all these people?
She could not think much longer, because people began to notice the strange, pink ford pulling up to their battle.
"Hey!" a cop yelled out, and he charged to the car.
What to do?! Would the cop hurt her? What side were they on? Did they know about Jimmy? This cop didn't look very friendly when he aimed his pistol right at Cindy's head.
"Ahhh!" Cindy ducked, expecting a bullet to end her life in a blink. She heard bullets crashing through bones, and a loud yell, but nether was taking place in her body. Looking up, she saw the cop's body laying on the windshield and a man looking on. He was known to her husband as Ray Garcia.
"Who are you?!" Ray asked, shooting back toward more officers.
"I..I.. I'm Cindy Neutron!" Cindy yelled, "What's going on?!"
"Cindy Neutron?! You mean the wife of Jimmy Neutron?!" Ray asked.
"Yes! How'd you know?!"
"Your husband's here! We're leading these rebels against these cops and Castillo's gang! Look, it's too dangerous here for you, and I'm not gonna let my friend's wife die in this battlefield! Go home! He'll be there soon!" Ray assured her, and charged back into battle, pulling the corpse off of her windshield.
Cindy looked around and did just that. Cindy drove back home, without so much as looking back. On her way out, three Lincolns loaded with mobsters drove in.
"Shit! The mob!" one Red Cat yelled out.
"Fire at will, boys! Kill anyone who ain't in our family!" Mario Lazanno ordered, and the mobsters started unloading with their Uzi's.
The remaining cops turned to the mobsters and were quickly wiped out as the two other parties continued their warfare.
Jimmy, Wild, and Kenny were still knocking doors in all over the mansion, looking for it's drunken owner.
"Come on out, Castillo! Your legacy's over! You hear that?! Lazanno has guys here now, too! You're dead either way!" Kenny called out, hoping for a surrender.
"Burn in hell!" Castillo called back, unintentionally giving up his position. Castillo looked around and, with a bottle of scotch in one hand, charged over to his dresser. He pulled a golden six-shooter out and sat on his velvet, king-sized bed.
"Upstairs!" Jimmy realized. Just then, about ten Red Cats charged into the mansion through a broken window, and about five mobsters lead by Mario Lazanno through the back door.
"Go, Jimmy! We'll handle this!" Wild grasped his AK and started firing, as the Mafia fired their Uzi's and the Cats fired their assorted weapons. Wild soon was shot to the floor personally by the Lazanno son. Kenny didn't hesitate to retaliate, shooting the Italian Mafia's prince out a nearby window. As the unlead mobsters looked on, they were taken out by the last of the ten cats, who was in turn taken out by Kenny.
Meanwhile, Jimmy shot up three doors before coming to the drug-lord's bedroom.
"I know you're in there, Castillo!" Jimmy yelled through the door.
"One second!" Castillo replied.
Jimmy didn't even wait one second, as he kicked the door down with all of the anger he had bottled up. Castillo quickly fired off three shots, all missing. He stood up in fear, looking at the AK-47 in Jimmy's hands.
"H..Hey Jimmy!" Castillo stood in shock.
BANG.
Jimmy held down the trigger long after Castillo was blown off of his feet. The gun flew from his right hand almost as quickly as the scotch bottle flew into the opposite wall. Jimmy looked on at the body.
Salvador Castillo III was dead.
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