Thought I'd whack this out for my birthday on December 13th. I'm pretty sure you guys would want to see a bit of Fujima's side of the story. I've also got a new cover for this story; hope you like it!
Inside the warehouse in Nagoya, Fujima scanned his surroundings. His black Asian eyes took in the sight of the mercenaries buzzing around, some working on the new vehicles, some loading the M2CG Carl Gustav recoilless rifles, and some taking orders from Daisuke Sato, the leader of the mercenaries. One particular mercenary was staring at the Corvette ZR1, sitting there gleaming in the lights, and got a light punch on the arm for his trouble.
"Right now, we are building our strength." Fujima muttered to himself. "We are gathering men and supplies. Soon, we will be ready for our final assault on Tokyo." He smirked as he let his kind wander to the events of the previous night.
"Our prisoner is wanted crime boss Takashi Fujima." The NPA Sergeant briefed the crew of the prisoner convoy. "We need to get him across town to a maximum security prison. Whatever you do, do not stop for anything. Do you understand me?"
"Yes sir!" The policemen and women in the garage shouted in unison.
"We will have roadblocks stationed at exits out of Osaka in case he tries to make a run for it." The Sergeant then turned and walked towards his car. "Who knows what might happen." He got inside the car, shutting the door and turning to the woman in the passenger seat. "Kinoshita?"
"Yes?" Assistant Inspector Kinoshita asked.
"Are you sure about this? Coming all the way here from Tokyo to supervise the convoy? Putting yourself in harm's way?"
A sigh, then, "Fortnell was one of my best officers, and he died trying to bring Fujima to justice. He would've wanted me to continue his work. I need to see this through."
"OK..." The Sergeant saw he had failed in his mission to get Kinoshita to back out of this risky operation. Looking in the mirror, he saw the prisoner guard give a thumbs up, confirming that Fujima had been loaded into the prisoner truck.
Outside, the convoy sped its way through the nighttime streets of Osaka. There were two police cars in front, with an SUV containing several officers behind, then the prisoner transport truck, and then another police cruiser and the unmarked car containing Kinoshita and the NPA Sergeant tailing the convoy.
"Seems suspicious..." The Sergeant muttered.
"What?" Kinoshita questioned.
"Haven't been any bad guys." True, they'd been travelling for ten minutes. Going was a little slow in the city.
"You're right." Kinoshita agreed. "Fujima's got enough muscle to put serious bad guys on the payroll. Who knows? They could be planning something right now..."
They travelled for another five minutes, before the radio came alive. "Obstruction ahead! Obstruction ahead!"
"Obstruction? What is it?" The Sergeant asked.
"Car crash, at the intersection."
"Can we go around it?"
"Negative, it's such a big pileup, it's completely blocked the intersection, all routes blocked."
"All routes?"
"Positive. We're holding position."
The Sergeant got off the radio. "Car crash? On our route? How come I wasn't informed of this? Unless... Wait... A car crash to make us halt...? Oh damn, it's a..."
Suddenly, two black Cadillac Escalade SUVs came speeding in, screeching to a halt in front of the lead police cars. Several black figures jumped out of the vehicles and pulled out automatic weapons.
"Oh sh..." One of the officers cursed before the gunfire erupted, and he got hit with several rounds. The young female officer in the passenger seat ducked and screamed as shots flew through the air. Policemen got out of their cars, the ones who decided to duck behind their cars were lucky; the ones who ran out into the street were gunned down.
Two officers leapt out of the trailing patrol car and ran to the prisoner truck.
"Confirmed, we have been ambushed and are under fire!" The Sergeant yelled into his radio.
The two officers managed to get the rear doors open, and took in the sight of the black-clad prisoner guard and Fujima inside the truck.
"Come on! We have to get out of..." The officer never finished his sentence as both policemen were hit in the head by gunshots.
"Eh?" Fujima was confused as to why the prisoner guard would suddenly shoot two fellow officers like that, until the guard turned back to Fujima and lifted his balaclava. "Daisuke?"
The mercenary leader nodded. "You think I'd let you down boss?" Fujima now knew what the gunfire was all about. "Come on, let's go."
The pair ran out of the truck. Seeing this, the other mercenaries ran towards the fleeing prisoner and their boss, continuing to hurl gunfire at the stricken convoy.
"Into the building!" Kinoshita shouted, seeing their prisoner running into a tall building.
"I see...! AGH!" The Sergeant got hit in the chest with several bullets and fell to the floor. Kinoshita tried to run out in pursuit, but had to duck as a couple of mercenaries shot in her general direction.
In the middle of the dramatic escape, the female officer in the lead car had stopped screaming, and judged it safe enough to rise up. She looked over at the now dead driver, and then at the radio. With shaking hands, she pressed the button on the radio and spoke with a very shaky voice.
"Th-This is... Patrol Ca-Patrol Car Nine... We have been... Ambushed by... By armed hostiles. Several officers down... It looks like a warzone down here... Fuji-Fujima's escaping... Please send backup."
Up on the roof of the building, the mercenaries had already attached zip-lines to the roof of the next building. Fujima, Daisuke and a couple of mercenaries hooked up to the zip-line and zipped through the gap to the adjacent building. This may have seemed random, but this building was picked for a good reason: Inside was the General Motors Japan Car Show.
Kinoshita watched in slight disbelief as the four men zip-lined to the other building. The mercenaries on the street stopped firing and got back in the Escalades, backing away from the wrecked convoy. Kinoshita made a dash for the building, frantically trying to call headquarters on her cell phone and putting it to her ear as she ran.
"This is Lieutenant Kinoshita! Fujima's escaped!" She yelled as she entered the car show.
"Fujima's what?" The operator asked in disbelief.
"He's at the car show, he might be trying to find a way to escape!"
"Copy." The operator reached for the radio. "All units, we have an escaped fugitive making a run for it. Be on the lookout." He then went back to the phone. "Find him!" He shouted.
In the car show, Fujima scanned around the show. All new Chevrolets and Cadillacs were on display for the Japanese public to see. Finally, he found what he was looking for.
Chevrolet were showing the all new 7th Generation Corvette for the first time in Japan, and the Vette stood there, camouflaged as the new Chevy hadn't officially been unveiled. Alongside was a current 6th Generation Corvette ZR1, gray with black wheels, ready to pounce. It was the fastest ever GM production car, and perfect for outrunning anything short of a fighter jet. Fujima tapped Daisuke on the shoulder and then nodded at the ZR1, before dashing off to the restroom.
Kinoshita had finally managed to run into the exhibition hall and looked around at the people and the cars, desperately trying to find the escaped fugitive. All of a sudden, there was the sound of people screaming. Kinoshita dashed to get a good look, and took in the sight of people ducking, and a tall man with a big revolver standing next to a grey supercar. She started running towards the scene, only to get tripped up and fall onto the floor. As she rolled over to try to get back up, she saw a handgun being pointed at her.
Fujima walked out of the restroom, having changed out of his prison jumpsuit and into a black t-shirt, leather jacket and cargo pants. As he strolled towards the Corvette, he saw one of the mercenaries standing there, pointing his P226 pistol at a policewoman lying on the floor.
"Hey Fujima." The mercenary said. "Caught this one trying to tackle the boss." He cocked his gun. "What do you want me to do? Drop her?"
Fujima had an idea. "No." He shook his head. "She's too valuable. I've got something in mind for her." He bent down and picked up the woman, walking towards the ZR1. Daisuke nodded as Fujima approached the American supercar. To the crime boss' amazement, the door opened without fuss. He dropped the woman into the passenger seat and clicked the seatbelt. "Now be a good girl and stay right there or I will not hesitate to have you shot. Clear?" The woman simply scowled.
"Here." Daisuke threw the keys over to Fujima. "Drive safe."
Fujima walked over to the left side of the Corvette. He did not understand why the Americans had to drive on the left side of their cars, when the Japanese did perfectly fine driving from the right side of the cabin. However, he did not care what side he sat on, as long as he got away from the police.
Jamming the key into the ignition, he twisted it and listened to the powerful supercharged V8 engine roar into life. Guiding the shifter into first, he steered the Corvette off the stand and into the backlot. People were surprised to see the car moving, but quickly got out of the way when Fujima gunned it and the 638 horsepower catapulted the ZR1 through the hole of the opened loading bay door and out into the night.
Daisuke was about to walk off out of the building, when he heard something and turned his head to look at a man calling the police on his cell phone.
"Emergency. I'd like to report a stolen vehicle. Yes, it's a gray Corvette ZR..." There was an almighty bang as Daisuke pulled the trigger of his Smith & Wesson Model 500 revolver, sending a powerful .500 Magnum round straight into the head of the man and dropping him like an animal. He casually marched away, ignoring the screams and shouts that echoed throughout the exhibition hall.
Meanwhile, out on the road, Fujima was racing along, trying to get out of the city. He fell in behind the two Escalades as they drove up onto the highway. As per the agreed plan, the Escalades would drive ahead and clear a path through the roadblocks, and then Fujima was blast through and outrun any pursuers with his newly acquired Corvette ZR1.
And so, as he raced through the hole created in the roadblock, Fujima's mind returned to the present day.
"Hey boss!" One of the mercenaries suddenly called.
"Yeah, sure, what is it?" Fujima replied as he walked over.
"I was wondering..." The mercenary spoke. "Where exactly am I going to be going?"
"I'm deploying you and a few others to Tokyo." Fujima stated. "Lay low. When we come through, be ready to strike from within..."
Pretty good, huh? I hope so... Anyway, I will now go through the previous chapters and start improvement work on them. I know it might disappoint you to find out that the next chapter will be slightly delayed, but I can assure you that I will do everything I can to make sure your criticisms are addressed and this story is made as good as it can be.