Sorry about the wait people, I kept getting new ideas for this chapter and scrapping each old idea I had till now..Enjoy :)
The morning rolled in with pouring rain, as David was sound asleep. He didn't get home till sometime around 2am feeling tired after a long tired day of killing, chases, and now being in the Forelli family. As he tried to dream, he heard his cell phone going off. He slowly woke up cranky and snatched it off the nightstand.
"Hello?" David asked with a yawn.
"Hey you're up. Good," said Paul as he was at his manor being served an exquisite breakfast. "I want you to get dressed, I need you down here 4635 Citrus Drive…it's a beige and red mansion over by Pineapple Grove."
Pineapple Grove, David thought in surprise. The place was known for having the rich and powerful living there; doctors, stockbrokers, entertainers, and drug dealers.
"What time you want me to head there?" David asked as he got up and headed towards the shower.
"I want you to get there by 8am. See you soon kid." Paul hanged up and went to his breakfast.
David tossed the phone on the bed and went to have a quick shower. When he finished, he came out drying himself off and went to get dressed. He pulled out a short-sleeved black shirt, some blue jeans, and some black colored sneakers. He then opened the duffel bag and looked at the guns he had. He was already running low on ammo on most of them so he just grabbed two guns that had a bit more ammo than the rest. He pulled out the two-toned Beretta, and the Colt Python. He then grabbed a gray denim jacket and put the guns in his pocket on his way out. As his hand reached for the knob, the cell phone rang out causing David to go back for it.
"Hello?" David said as he headed towards his car.
"Hey its Johnny, listen, I know your doing something with my already with my pop right now, but when your finished, there are some odd jobs you can do for a little bit of cash. There's a car dealership over in Brownstand, a cab/limousine service over in Coventry, and a street racing circuit over by Pennington. But other than that, head to the Glen Towers anytime, so you and I can get some shit finished." He then hung up.
David put the phone in his pocket as walked down the street. There weren't that many people out in the rain to begin with. As he continued to walk his eyes saw a blue Bobcat pickup truck park up by the curb. The person came out was running over to a Tarbrush Coffee stand, probably to recharge his batteries with a cup of coffee. Too bad he isn't going to enjoy his morning without his ride, David mused smiling as he ran over to the pickup and broke into it. The owner quickly came out running over to stop David and tried to pull him out.
"Hey! Get your own set of wheels asshole!" the owner said struggling with David. He tried to pull him out as hard he could but David wasn't budging. Other people watched and wondered if they could do anything about it. "Come on man; get the fuck out of my ride!" He punched David right in face hard making David pissed off right in front of him.
"Bad move moron," David said seething through his teeth. He quickly took his Colt Python and fired off a single round into the man's sternum at point blank range. The guy fell back hard with his eyes rolling in the back of his head. The bystanders that witnessed the gunshot, began to scream and scattered like cockroaches, while David smiled slamming the door to the truck and drove away. 4635 Citrus Drive, he thought.
He made a quick stop over at Ammu-Nation and purchased several speed loaders and nine-millimeter clips. When he was done, it didn't take him long enough to reach the luxurious estates of Pineapple Lane as he parked the truck across the street on the curb and proceeded towards the house. Paul was outside talking on the cell phone till he saw David. He was dressed in a brown linen suit and waved his hand telling the guards to open the gate.
"I want that shipment ASA-Fucking-P you got me?" He hung up the cell phone and playfully punched David in the shoulder. "Kid, you got perfect timing. I need to bring you up to speed on what's going on."
David nodded looking at the gardeners tending to the large white rose bushes. "Well what's going on?"
Paul looked at him and then looked upward at the pale morning sky. "Well for starters, I want to ask you if you anything about the Yardies?"
"Nothing much, besides the fact that their boss King Quincy is cynical, ruthless, and few rounds short of a full clip. You guys are at war with them?"
Paul laughed. "Somewhat. We've had a few fights, but nothing serious. However they have more drugs and guns. I want them to have less than what to have, or possibly this time around possibly nothing. An hour from now, there are two small ships that comes over by the harbor. I already have several Boxville vans on their way. But I want you help them out."
David looked at him after taking this all in. "I'm going to be the only one there backing them up?"
Paul shook his head and said, "No don't worry. You'll have plenty of backup. Just make sure that none of the vans explode. I'll give them a call up that you're coming down there. Now get going. They should almost there."
David then walked out to the street and back to the truck. The pick-up truck roared loudly. As he drove off he honked the horn twice and, slammed a man on a PCJ-600 motorcycle. The guy screamed for his life as he flew several feet and met his fate by crashing head first into Linerunner semi. David looked back and shrugged. Should have stayed the fuck out of the way, David thought and proceeded towards the pier. When he arrived at the Lionel Bridge, he stomped on the pedal going a little faster knowing he had to make it there and saw what any driver would go berserk; he saw a traffic jam.
"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!" David screamed slamming his fist on the horn in frustration several times. Up ahead there was a major accident with a gas tanker and several cars. As the cops, fire department and paramedics where already on the scene, an idea popped into David's mind. He stopped slamming the horn, thought about for a few seconds and grinned.
He got out the car and ran passed the honking cars for a few seconds. He sprinted faster as he saw that the paramedics were taking care of the burned victims that they left the their cars with their doors open and the key in the ignition. He ran a little bit more and snuck inside a police cruiser. Inside there was a cup of luke warm coffee in the cup holder and a jelly doughnut on the dashboard. Quickly he threw the contents out and turned on the engine to the police car.
The two cops heard the car and looked back. When they saw him peeling off the two police officers opened fire from their Glock's. The bullets didn't even make contact and missed the car way off. David on the other hand, raced through the street doing 85mph and cutting off cars. He then decided to turn on the police siren making some cars that was in way, to move away from him. While he was on his way there, he felt his cell phone vibrate. Quickly he pulled his phone out and answered. "Yea, who's this?"
"This is Alan. Paul told me that you were coming up to back us up."
"Yea that's me. You guys already there?" David asked
"Yea we just made it, the ships just arrived as well. Are you coming down here or what?" Alan said looking at several of his boys carrying boxes into the vans.
David saw the docks on the side and took a hard turn towards there and said, "Yea I'm bout to head there right now."
Alan nodded and kept an eye for which car he was in. "What car are you coming in?"
"A police cruiser," said David smiling.
"Shit…well hurry the fuck up then." Alan said hanging up and going to help out with his boys.
David flipped the phone back and shoved it back in his pocket and made it in front of the dock. He slammed the brake and saw the shotgun that was sitting in the middle of the car and grabbed it. It was an all black, police-issued Remington M870P 12-gauge pump-action shotgun. He checked to see if there was a box of shells around in the car. Much to his luck, he found a box of shotgun shells in the glove compartment as well as a silver Sig Sauer P226 semiautomatic pistol. He ejected the clip for the moment, and saw he had a full clip. He nodded to himself, and placed the gun in his jacket as well as the shotgun shells. When he got out of the cruiser, he ran top speed towards Alan.
"So you're David huh?" Alan said looking down at him.
Alan Cuneo was 6'10, 280lbs with a Caesar haircut and, baby blue eyes. He had a small cleft on his chin as well a soul patch. Both of his ears were pierced with silver studs on them, while he had a teardrop tattoo close to his right eye. He had on a gray short-sleeved dress shirt with a thin brown holster strapped to his waist. He had brown khakis and a pair of brown boots. In one hand he was carrying a Colt M4 carbine, and in the other hand he was holding Desert Eagle. There a twinkle in his eye as he nodded in approval looking at what David was carrying.
"Yea I'm David. You Alan?" David said cross-examining him.
"Do bears shit in the woods?"
David laughed and shrugged. "Well I wouldn't know anything about that, but if you need a gun, you're looking at one."
"If that's the case, just watch out for my boys loading the shit up There's an extra crate opened with some guns and a couple clips so help yourself to that," said Alan.
"Thanks man," said David. While he was walking towards the boxes, Alan walked towards his car. It was a white'92 Sunrise 4-door sedan. He popped opened the trunk and started to attach a small part to the carbine. David glanced and saw he continued and grabbed a few small cylinder objects. When Alan was done he took one of the cylinder objects and loaded it into the attachment under the M4. David raised an eyebrow and realized he had a M203 grenade launcher attached to the M4 and shook his head. Damn! How the fuck did he get his hands on one of those? I hope he knows how to fire that thing, David thought as he looked through the boxes and saw several magazines of different calibers and even a few M63 fragmentation grenades.
He opened up the other boxes and saw a few rifles and clips. All David needed to do was slam a clip in and he was ready to rock and roll.
"Hey David," said Alan walking over to him lighting a menthol cigarette. "How long have you been with the family so far?"
David continued to examine some of the weapons that were in the crates and simply said, "Just started last night. My older brother wanted to be part of them and dragged me into it."
"You just started?" Alan asked surprisingly. "Normally Paul, would have you do errand jobs, or delivering a package. Not this kind of shit. You must be a crack shot if Paul is giving you this kind of work."
Not wanting to brag so much, David shrugged. "Well I'm not that perfect but I get things done."
Alan too a long drag and smiled. "We'll see. By the way, you got a vest on?" David shook his head no, and Alan looked at him like he lost his mind. "You don't have a fucking vest on?"
"I don't see the reason of hefting something like that on. Besides, I haven't been wounded that badly so I don't need one. Besides, it's getting hot as hell out here." David said pulling out a Ruger Mini-14 and loaded a clip.
Alan shook his head and went over to one box and tossed a Kevlar vest to David. "As crazy as these motherfuckers are, you never know. Just put that shit on, you'll thank me later." Alan said tossing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it
David wasn't going to argue and decided to put on the vest. As soon as he was done, he heard a loud gunshot. He jerked his head up looking around. Alan was doing the same thing and cocked the M4.
"Where the hell did that come from?" David yelled out.
There was a wounded man running towards the guys. He was bleeding from three gunshot wounds and looking back every second. "There here man! The fucking Yar…"
His life was ended by a solid gunshot to the head. Both Alan and David looked in shock as the man's brain spilled out of his head and onto the hot asphalt before he fell.
"Lock n' load David. I hope you're a good shot just as they said," said Alan as he cocked his carbine and saw several Voodoo low-riders come up to the dock.
One of them stuck his body halfway and was holding an Ingram Mac-10. In two seconds, the dreadlocked man pulled the trigger hard killing three of Alan's men in the process. David saw him and raised the Ruger at him. He quickly let off two rounds, both hitting the thug in his upper torso and bringing him to the ground.
Alan saw another car drive up to the group of low-rider and brought up his carbine. He didn't even bother aiming for a minute because they were pretty much all there in front of him, firing off their guns, cussing and yelling in thick Caribbean accents. He squeezed the trigger and let loose a hail of gunfire towards the Yardies. While most of the bullets missed and either hit the sidewalk, or the hood and lights of the cars, one round went into the face of the driver who didn't even get a chance to stick his foot out of the car. When Alan saw the man slide out the car dead, he smiled and let off another hail of rounds come from his carbine till the gun went dry. When he emptied his first clip and moved his finger up to the grenade launcher he had attached to the M4.
"Hey David, check this shit out!" Alan yelled and pulled the trigger hard. The 40mm grenade came out and rocketed towards a low-rider. Once it hit the hood of the car, it exploded killing a few Yardies that were using it for cover. The car went up in the air for few seconds before hitting the ground in ball of smoke and flames. Alan laughed his ass off as he reloaded another 40mm grenade into the M203.
David looked at Alan like he was out of his mind and continued to look forward and shoot. He squeezed off three rounds hitting another Yardie in the stomach. The man fell down hard screaming in agony, but David didn't care. In this kind of work, it was kill or be killed, and it wasn't David's time to go. Not by a longshot. He fired off more single shot rounds, each hitting the head or chest of a Yardie. As David continued to fire from his rifle he, realized almost none of them were wearing any bulletproof vest. The ones that did had theirs decorated with voodoo charms and colors of the Jamaican flag all over it.
David then tossed the rifle aside and pulling out the M870. When he pumped it, he saw a Yardie with the colored bulletproof vest, scream out a war cry and ran up to him. When he got halfway to David, he pulled out a silver Jericho 941 'Baby Eagle' and fired off three .45 ACP rounds right into David's chest. In a shock, David fell back hard but wasn't wounded, due to the shock absorb of the vest. David slowly lifted the shotgun and unloaded one shell directly into the man's skull. The twelve-gauge buckshot not only tore open the man's face, but it tore the man's head off. Blood squirted from the bloody stump for short second before the stiff simply fell forward close to David, giving him a nice good look at the damage he brought onto the thug.
"We got more coming up ahead!" yelled Alan reloading his M4 and continued to drop more bodies with little to no difficulty.
"How much more do we have to load up?" David yelled back while taking the life of another Yardie with his shotgun. He pumped the shotgun one time and fired it again at another only to miss and flatten the front tires of the man's low-rider.
"One more load of boxes!" Alan shouted crouching behind his car and switched to his Desert Eagle. He quickly fired all nine rounds into one Yardie. Each round that hit him made the dreadlocked man, take a step back till his back hit the car and slumped down leaking blood from the .50 caliber wounds.
Meanwhile, David fired again at the same thug he missed only to miss again and hit the windshield of the car. The collision of the shotgun shell created a spiderweb like pattern for a moment, until David fired again blowing the glass wide open.
Fucking guy is using the cars for cover, David thought as he unloaded another shotgun blast. He went back into the crate that was in front of him and to his surprise he found three grenades. As he reached in he felt several thumps against his chest. The vest once again soaked up a couple more rounds. When David looked up he saw a trio of Yardies recklessly shooting their rifles.
"Kill dem bumbleclods!" One Yardie yelled while firing HK-G3A3 aimlessly.
One of the 7.62 NATO rounds flew in the air and slammed right into David's vest. He didn't feel the pain at all, due to the sheer adrenaline from the shooting around him. He then quickly pulled out the Sig Sauer as well as his Colt Python and let off several bullets towards the three that were carrying the heavy looking assault rifles. While the 9mm bullets hurtled and went into a car or a wall, one .357 hollow points from David's revolver smashed into a Yardie's temple, blowing off a chunk of the Yardie's head. Blood, bone and sinew sprayed at the Yardie next to him. The blood and brain matter splattered on his face and hair causing him to flip out for a second and drop his G3A3. He crouched down to pick it up quickly, but by the time he went to pick it up, four 9mm rounds were embedded in his body. The guy fell back and didn't even get up.
Alan was on his last clip on his M4 and began to fire single shots, not wasting a single round. He didn't have time to check the workers moving the boxes into the vans. He already received a nick on the side of his thigh just for doing so.
"Come on ya fucking assholes! I've got plenty more for all of ya!" Alan yelled squeezing the trigger two more times and was out of ammo for his M4. He then fired off his last 40mm round from the grenade launcher and watched it sail in the air for a brief moment before it would make contact with a Yardie trying to reload his Mac-10. He looked up only to see a gray metallic object hurdle towards him. He turned and tried to make a break for it but it was too late for him and it struck him in his back and exploded. He didn't even have a chance to scream, let alone open his mouth to do so, as the Yardie's body was blown into chunks of raw human meat and blood.
The only thing that was even standing there after that explosion was a single foot. Alan laughed some more and pumped his fist in the air. "YEA! How do you like that asshole!?"
David was shaking his head in amusement and took the two Yardie's that were giving him a hard time, with two gunshots. Both of them fell like a pair of rag dolls, leaking blood from single hole in their heads. He fired his P226 only to witness the slide go back telling him he was out of ammo. He tossed the empty weapon to the side and quickly reloaded the Colt Python. When he was finished, he began firing. He took out two more with the Python before he heard someone cry out.
"We're done! Alan we gotta get aghhh!"
The worker was interrupted by a shotgun blast directly to his chest causing him to fly back and hit the side of Alan's car. Alan heard the dying man and then yelled out to David.
"You heard the man David! Let's roll!" Alan yelled grabbing one of the Yardie's G3A3 assault riffles and fired off the remaining rounds. "Guys start driving and head for the warehouse under the Lionel Bridge. Move it, move it!" Alan shouted.
David scrambled up and grabbed a Colt Commando assault rifle and a couple clips, then took a grenade and dropped it in the crate of weapons so that the Yardies wouldn't get any of it. When he dropped the grenade, he hightailed it towards Alan's car. Alan was shook for a second when he saw his door open and pulled back the slide of his Desert Eagle and aimed.
"Whoa, whoa, put that down man. It's me," said David closing the passenger side of the Sunrise.
"Sorry man, just a little jittery with all the gunfire goin' around. Come on let's back up the vans as they head towards the bridge."
"It might be a little big crowded this time of the day." David explained slamming a clip into his rifle and held it tightly while Alan rolled down both windows.
"You're joking right?" Alan said starting the engine of the car and firing his heavy handgun at a Yardie's shoulder and right eye causing him to spiral to the ground dead.
"Man, I should know. There's a fucking blockade not letting anyone get by at all till the clean up is done." David said trying to convince him. "Why don't we take the route through Layette and Little Kingston?"
Alan's eyes widened. "You out your motherfucking mind David? We go through there, you know they would try to block us in that neighborhood and hunt us down like dogs. Fuck that idea, I say we go through the Lionel Bridge, and if we meet the cops there as well, fuck 'em."
Feeling easily defeated, David yielded his idea and nodded. "Alright then, punch it."
The sedan roared to life and picked up a bit of speed heading towards the Boxville vans. When they caught up, more Yardie thugs were harassing the vans. Some of the workers were in the back of the vehicles shooting away with their automatics. Every now and then they would hit the cars chasing them but not take out the driver.
The low-rider in front began to ram at one of the vans, making one worker fall back and accidentally pull the trigger. The short three round burst, was able enough to kill one of the workers and injure another one. The Yardies that witnessed the worker killing his own men was laughing with glee till he heard several more rounds hit the side of his car.
"Get me on the driver's side!" David yelled sticking his body halfway out and let off another burst of gunfire hitting the back window. Two rounds went into one Yardie's spine, while the rest hit the rear view mirror as well as the Yardie passenger in the front.
He fired one more burst of rounds hitting the back left tire as well as the front one. The Voodoo began to swerve a bit, causing one side to tilt up. Soon the car was riding on two wheels for a brief moment, giving David the opening he wanted. He emptied his Colt Commando at an area he knew where it was most exposed. When the 5.56mm armor piercing rounds hit the spot, it began to spark and ignite.
"Hey, Alan, slow down a bit," David insisted.
"Why?" Alan asked.
The Voodoo then exploded in a burst of flame killing anyone that was in there. As they passed the burning car there was phenomenally one survivor still in the car. It was just too bad that he couldn't open the car nor climb out the windows due the hot door handle and the glass all over his hands. He was going to be roasted alive and no one around was going to hear him shriek in horrendous pain.
Back in the car, Alan looked back for a second seeing the low-rider scorched in flame and chuckled. "Damn! You cooked the son of a bitch!"
Chuckling along, David said, "Well he's going to be well done by the time we head to the warehouse."
"Yea I heard that," said Alan as he heard a whining motor sound. He looked at his rear view mirror and saw two more Yardie's coming in by Sanchez motorbikes. "We got more company behind us."
"Not a problem," said David pulling the empty clip out of the rifle and slammed in a fresh new magazine. Once he cocked his weapon, he stuck himself out halfway and pulled the trigger.
One Yardie took a round in the chest and fell back. As he fell backwards, he took a few more rounds in the leg and stomach. He was hoping he would just survive with a few rounds in him, but at the speed they were going it wasn't to happen as he met the ground and broke his neck.
The Yardie that was still driving saw his homeboy lying on the ground, grew a fit, raised his submachine gun and opened fire. The .45 ACP rounds from his Mac-10 tore a few holes at the trunk of Alan's car and put a solid hole in the center of his license plate. He quickly burned through all 30 rounds and trashed the gun. Seething through his teeth, he pulled out a diminutive pistol, a CZ92. The Yardie yelled out and fired. The gun was neither powerful nor precise as the small .25 caliber bullet whizzed by David's ear.
"Shit! He almost popped my ear," said David as he put the M4 away and pulled out his two-tone colored Beretta. Taking a deep breath, he aimed and started to shoot at him. The first round hit the handle bar of the motorbike. He cussed and fired again. The second round hit only nicked the Yardie in his arm.
"Come on David waste him!" Shouted Alan as he started to swerve left and right pass several cars.
Ok…just a little bit, David thought and tapped the trigger once. The 9mm hollow point flew in the late morning air for a brief second before going right between the eyes of the Yardie. That was dead on; David pondered and shifted his body back in the car.
"Hey look up ahead," said Alan as he continued driving.
Up ahead were the cops shooting at the Boxville vans as they arrived towards the blockade. Anxious, he grabbed a small walkie-talkie by David and turned it on. He clicked on it once so that all three drivers from the vans would hear him.
"This is Alan. All vans continue through the bridge. Go through the blockade. Take out a cop or two if you have to." Alan said waiting for their response.
"We hear ya Alan, going through the blockade," said the first van.
"Roger, going through," said the second one.
"Not a problem Alan, I was thinking the same thing," said the third van.
"Now, what about us Alan?" David asked as he looked behind and saw there wasn't a single Yardie after them.
"Leave it to me." Alan replied and pressed on the gas pedal. The car gained a bit more speed and went up towards the three vans. When the Sunrise caught up with the first van, Alan signaled it to slow down a bit so they can pass. Up ahead were several police cars and a group of policemen and policewomen with shotguns and semiautomatics firing and missing. "Now David, there's an M79 in the back. Grab it and use it. Don't worry it's already loaded."
David quickly went into the back and saw it along with an extra 40mm grenade. He immediately grabbed the two and went back in front aiming the grenade launcher. It didn't have the iron sights, and the butt of the M79 was cut off so that it would be easily used one-handed. David continued to aim, as they were close towards the police. He tilted the weapon, pulled the trigger and the sound of the weapon went 'bloop'. The 40mm shell lobbed towards one of the cars and struck the hood of the police cruiser causing to explode in a flash of heat and shrapnel flew around in a ten feet radius. Whoever didn't die from the immediate explosion, the shrapnel and severe blood loss would do them in.
"Holy shit there gonna ram us!" One cop cried out who was lucky enough to be out of the killzone. He pointed to a few of the paramedics and yelled out, "Get the wounded out of here now!"
The paramedics responded and began pulling some of the cops they could rescue out. Some of the cops were yelling in agony while some were barely breathing and moving. As they continued to assist the injured, David broke open the M79 and loaded the second round. He pulled the trigger and the blooping sound went off again. This time the grenade soared by and hit an ambulance van killing anyone who was inside there and near the van. After coming back and tossing the empty grenade launcher in the back, David then quickly grabbed his Colt Commando and commenced firing as they went through the blockade. The 5.56mm slugs made short work of the paramedics as they went through easily, followed by the three vans.
"Alright guys," said Alan on the walkie-talkie as he made a turn into the Red Light District. "Head to the warehouse underneath the bridge and unload everything. Then ditch the vans someplace."
All three voices responded with 'roger', and Alan drove over by an alley making sure that the cops didn't find them. Aside from a homeless woman, smoking crack in the comfort of her cardboard box, Alan wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded. They were safe.
David looked at him as he holstered his Beretta and said, "Told you I get things done."
Alan nodded and pulled out a cigarette. "Yea, I'll admit; you got some skill. Even if you did get hit once or twice, didn't I tell you that vest would come in handy?"
"Yea, yea. Don't rub it in man." David said sounding quite embarrassed that Alan proved him right. "Still, you're pretty fucking crazy yourself, what with blowing up that guy with a grenade."
Alan laughed as he lit the menthol cigarette. "Speaking of blowing shit up, how did you know where to shoot when we were back on the bridge? When that low-rider was riding on two wheels and shit."
David grinned knowing he was going to ask him that one. "That was a 1998 model. Those kinds of cars always had shitty work done on them. Everything from the inside out, that's why they're so cheap on the market. Also, it has a back-up fuel tank because it's been know to suck up more gas than my car. Sadly, the back-up tank isn't reinforced strongly so it kind of out there a bit. In other words, that car had its ass hanging out, and we were polite enough to give it a good kick right up there."
Alan laughed his ass off. "Damn, David. How you know all of that man?"
"I used to work around cars, so I know the cons and pros about them." David said stepping out of the car to stretch.
Alan turned off the engine and answered back, "Oh really? So what are the pros and cons on my car?"
David looked at his car for a few seconds and then said, "A 1992 Sunrise…excellent year, since these were the last models made from all American steel. Nowadays they would make them with that cheap plastic and fiberglass bullshit and a zonked out transmission that screams 'please change me'. The pros are you have decent handling and braking. Not to mention a standard V-8 engine which can get you on the move…that is if you didn't modify the car."
"Aside from getting new rims and nice leather seats nope." Alan said.
David nodded and continued. "Now the cons would first be the windows. They're cheap and easy to break without trying. Also the engine…"
"Now wait a minute," Alan retorted. "I thought you said the engine was good."
David raised his hands defensively and answered back. "Yea it is, and at the same time bad. Parts of the engine are made from India and, around then they were giving the company that made your car crappy parts. I bet it stalls every now and then doesn't it?"
Alan slowly nodded. "Once…when I was on a date."
"Well there you have it. Most mechanics would lie to you and say it needs an oil change. But it's just the engine…oh, and the spark plugs need a replacement."
Alan stared at him shocked and slowly clapped his hands astonished. "Well, well. You know your cars inside and out. Not bad David, not bad at all. But I'm going to head over by the warehouse and see that the shit is offloaded and safe. I'll call up Paul and let him know the job was a success. If you want me and my boys to snag some shit, call me up, my number should be on your phone."
David nodded knowing that Alan's number was automatically saved when he called earlier. When Alan backed up and drove out of sight he honked the horn telling him goodbye for now. He started walking down the alley and checked his watch and saw it was almost noon.
"Excuse me, ya got any rock on you?" the homeless woman said crawling up to him.
"The fuck makes you think I got anything for you let alone some blow. Get lost."
"Please sir, j-just a little bit…I'll do all those things you want. I know you got something for me…just some blow to tie me down for a bit."
Quickly, he drew out his Colt Python and pulled the hammer back. "I got a bullet for you if you don't let go of my pant leg."
Instantly she backed off frustrated and went back into her cardboard dwelling muttering to herself incoherently. David shook his said and continued walking down the alley till he arrived out in the street. With much luck, he saw Randy's strip club just a block away and started walking. He could use the drink and possibly a new shirt from the bullet holes the vest took. As he arrived at a traffic light his phone vibrated. When he picked it up he looked at the caller id. It was saying unknown.
David shrugged and flipped the phone and answered it. "Hello?"
"How are you son? How come you haven't called me?" David's mother said sounding a bit upset."
"Hey mom…I've just been busy." David explained.
"Oh I'm sure, busy running around with your brother doing God knows what. You and Randy are no better than those hooligans running around taking lives in this city and staring on the news."
"Mom, come on now, stop." He complained. "Yea me and Randy used to get into a few scraps, but things are a little different. I mean Randy has a club…"
His mother interrupted him. "Oh I know, Randy told me it was just a regular bar. I found out from one of the nurses that works here tell me its nothing more than a place of smut and filth."
Trying to defend for his brother he replied, "At least its better than him doing nothing. Besides I got a job that pays well, and I'm just trying to make something right now."
"Well I'm sure whatever illegal it is, I'm telling you not to bring it down over here. Just make sure you come down here sometime so I can take a look at you." His mother said, and with that she hung up.
David shook his head and continued walking towards the club. He was going to plan what he needed to do after getting his usual.
Personally, I don't know if I should change the rating to either T or M...send some feedback if you think I should change it. Other than that, I hope you guys like this long awaited chapter, reply if you can :) Stay turned for Chapter 9