Hey guys, sorry about long time between updates but I just got busy with life and completely forgot about this. Anyway here it is now, it mostly sets the scene in Kennedy and the dramas that will be laid later. Enjoy
Brad yanked the car out of the alley, barrelling onto Juarez Avenue, he worked out a route that would leave him out of the police's eye but it was longer and longer journeys meant that the cops would be more likely to catch him and that would be the end of his criminal ventures. He really didn't want to be stuck in a jail cell with some crazy lifer who was liable to pull a shiv on him.
He approached an intersection and turned left smoothly, he was now on Acapulco Street which would lead him out of the city towards some old county backroads which would get him back to Kennedy. He kept vigilant watching the streets and everything on them, he analysed people to see their movements, if the drug-running operation was being surveiled. Brad then noticed a cop standing on the street patrolling the streets seemingly looking for petty crime like pickpocketing.
Brad thought if only the cop knew before passing through the stop sign. The cop turned after hearing the engine grumble and went to his radio, Brad swore realising the cop must have called in some traffic violation. Brad gunned the throttle overtaking the Oracle in front, his car's front end going light due to the immense torque of the Dukes as he powered down Acapulco before quickly cutting right onto Punta Orgullo Road and blasting down there. He could hear sirens behind him, drawing ever closer with each punch of throttle, Brad glanced in his rear-view and saw there was a cop in a squad car following him. Brad dived into the opposite lane, facing oncoming traffic before quickly switching back into the right lane, the car hooked left and Brad pedalled it yanking it right. The cop increased his pace, closing quickly on the Dukes as it ran out of road. Brad became blocked off by the dense traffic ahead however he spotted an opening. Brad threw the car left into traffic before sliding his car through a store-construction. His car was only inches from the metal poles holding the building up. His car slipped through as he pushed his car back onto the road.
Brad breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy that he evaded the cops and what would be certain indictment in Texas and North Yankton. He continued to drive the car carefully and vigilantly watching for any evidence of a tail or the cops catching up to him, he understood that feds in these parts carried six-shooter .357 Magnums and dealt with criminals like they were back in the old west hence the reason he didn't want to get caught. These cops would stop at nothing to claim the scalp of an Eastern criminal and would probably pay off the judge to do so, Rawlings and other areas out into the west of Kennedy, the farmland areas.
He hooked his car left lazily turning onto the 369 which was used to be a major road between Kennedy and Rawlings until the interstate built the I-22 linking up the towns along with other areas like Mathieu and Ewing which was farm country. The 369 was then left to be fairly empty except for truckers who preferred it for its quiet nature and street-racers who liked it as it was one of the only places where they could get in multiple test hits before the cops turned up due to the road being fairly isolated. Brad drove for maybe another hour before he came into south Kennedy which seemed to be the territory that Narco-90 held. He had heard from TK that Narco was growing stronger and controlled the gun-running and heroin smuggling going south from their area in South Kennedy. As he drove through the area it seemed fairly industrial compared to the more urban area where TK lived. This part of the town seemed to be littered with disused factories and warehouses that were the size of football fields. He could see kids on the street, obviously of Hispanic descent playing street-football and he could also see food trucks that sold Latin American delicacies like empanadas and burritos.
He soon cleared the area and ended up in Central Kennedy which was littered with high-rise buildings, this was the business district of town. It was where all of the lawyers, CEOS and their hangers-on were, according to TK there was massive money in these rich idiots once you had them hooked on your product. Brad turned right onto Richmond St which led him into Cultural quarter which was filled with art cinemas and ethically correct restaurants. Eventually he made it back to Justice Park which was exactly that, a large park area which housed a mixture of wealthy and normal people who were on their way up in the world. Brad drove the car into the under-ground car park supplied by TK's apartment building superintendent and called TK.
"Hey man, I got the Red. Come and meet me downstairs in the car park" Brad said
"Ok man, on my way down" TK replied before hanging up
TK came downstairs and opened the trunk, his eyes lit up at the quality of the red. These crystals of meth glimmered like rubies and TK couldn't stop talking about it as they carried it up to the apartment where TK dropped the bags of meth in his safe before cracking open some beers as they reflected on their day. Brad hit the hay about 1:00 in the morning and slept soundly for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity.