Medicine

Rushing through the sparsely populated corridor, the Mountain Cloud gang parted as they saw Carl and Cesar carrying Woozie's bloodied self towards the back room as instructed by the latter. Doors were held open for the trio as Sweet waited in the scarred Greenwood. Cesar kept shouting for people to move as they had their backs turned. Beige corridors eventually became dark as they headed into the blinking lights of the disused kitchen. Smells emanated from bloodied bandages and human appendages in the large waste bins.

"Carl, we need a doctor and fast."

"I'm on it," Carl was already on his phone, "Hello? Hey Katie...yeah I know, I'm sorry...I know! Damn, she hung up."

"Well get someone man!"

Carl called his ex back, immediately getting the point. "Look Katie, we might not see eye to eye but I need you to help a friend out, he's hurt. Bad. You'll see Sweet's car in Chinatown, first street from your road." Carl put the phone in his pocket, holding a dirty rag to Woozie's wounds.

"What the hell man? Clean it first!"

"Shit, yeah." He turned the tap on only for misty water to leak, wringing it before holding it on Woozie's right shoulder.

Katie arrived quickly, ushered in by Sweet who recognised her. "Wooz is hurt Katie, can you help him?"

She looked up at Sweet, "We'll see. Remind Carl that I'm doing this for his friend, not for him."

"A'ight."

Carl heard the double doors swing open to see the two rushing in. Katie set out to work on their colleague and Cesar helped aided her. Sweet looked at Carl, shook his head and looked at her. Hushing his tone, he asked him about it.

"Man, why'd you get rid of her? Best thing for you."

Carl shot him a venomous stare, "Leave it bro. I don't wanna talk about it."

"All right fine, I was just sayin'."

"Well don't."

Woozie coughed and his face was clearly in agony as she applied disinfectant. Cesar cleaned the blood that seeped out of the wounds. "Okay, um...what's your name sir?"

Carl interrupted, "Woozie."

"I asked him, not you," She snapped back.

"Wu..." he exhaustively tried to state.

"Right Wu, the round lacerated your shoulder and I believe some shrapnel entered your chest. I can get the round as it's just almost near the surface of the tissue. The chest might be a little bit tougher to work on."

Woozie took his sunglasses off to reveal light blue irises surrounded by milky white. He winced as she carefully worked to remove the shell.

"Fucking racist bastards are gonna pay for this..." Carl muttered.

"Nah man, we can get them later, the bank job is the priority."

"They took a hit out on us Sweet!"

Cesar darted his face up as further cries of pain rang out.

"Aryans are small time, they just tryna get some cred. Ain't nothing to it if they didn't get any of us. They failed and we still the top. A minor setback."

One week later

Woozie was fast asleep, Cesar, Carl and Sweet sat in the restaurant the Mountain Cloud crew usually operated out of. Afternoon sunlight passed through the blinds as the three men talked.

"C'mon Carl," Cesar pried, "Tell us about Katie."

"Stop it man."

"Yeah Carl...that fine piece of China let go...by you? Yeah right, she dumped yo ass!" Cesar and Sweet laughed as Carl sighed.

"Shit...all I'm gonna say is, it wasn't workin' out."

"Sure," Cesar teased, "She realised you were a fucking train wreck esé, gangsta shit is too much for some broads. She see you kill someone?"

"Drive by an old ladies house?" Sweet intervened.

"Spark a blunt up?"

"All right, listen, she caught me in bed with Denise a'ight? That's it."

The other men made eye contact and started laughing once more.

"Ah shit! She done ended it because of Denise? I can't wait to ask her about this..." Sweet said.

"No way in hell are you askin' Denise anything about that. We had an argument, I went back to the Grove and called Denise up. She begged me to meet up with her."

"Sure, sure, and I'm the motherfucking queen of Sheba. Fool, you trippin'."

"You some sorta queen with that chain on." Cesar grinned at Carl before Sweet put his hands up and declared surrender. A knock at the door interrupted their talk as a Mountain Cloud member opened it, "Sorry sir, we're closed."

A voice could be heard replying, "No you're not slope." An uzi burst sounded as the Cloud member juddered and fell backward. About ten tatooed men stepped through.

"Aryans man!" Carl shouted, jumping over a table and pushing it in front of him. Sweet fired his handgun at the men, clipping one before diving behind the bar. The bartender himself pulled a shotgun out and killed two of them.

"Get 'em!" Shots sounded out, Cesar crouched and hit one of them in the forehead. Mountain Cloud men on duty shot from the balconies, assault rifles ripping most of the racists to shreds. A couple escaped from the restaurant only to be met by another barrage of gun fire from outside.

"Fuck!" Carl exclaimed, "I didn't even get to fire..."

Cesar chuckled as Sweet helped pull the bodies inside. Woozie walked into the open area.

"This is too serious a problem not to be addressed. Two attacks in just over a week?"

"These white boys have some agenda." Sweet carried and subsequently threw the body on to a table.

Carl put his hands behind his head, "San Fierro man, they must be after it."

Woozie rubbed his nose, "They only have about thirty men...surveillance checked in on a meeting. Unless they've managed to get more."

"You heard anything from the Da Nang Boys?"

"Not for a few months."

"Aryans might have wiped the remainders out."

"This ain't good Wu."

A.N. A shorter chapter, this might be a bit 'filler' but I will expand on this storyline before we get to the last job.