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David was still on the freeway wishing the cab would go even faster. As he saw the exit ramp, there was a sports car that was in his way. Shaking his head, he honked his horn twice, but the car didn't move out of his way. Fuck this shit, he thought as he pushed the cab to its limit till he met up with the Banshee, and sideswiped it hard, causing the sports car to spinout and crash.
The fucker deserved it, David thought and let out a chuckle, as he exited the freeway and realized he would need more firepower. Having only two pistols and an Uzi against a bunch of Cuban thugs would be near suicide. He swerved left and right dodging oncoming traffic and headed to the Ammu-Nation parking lot and parked perfectly. When he got out of the car he ran towards the store knocking over a guy in the process. When David got inside, the same man that met him the other day let out a smile.
"Well there," the store clerk said smiling. "What can I get for ya today mistah?"
Immediately, David slammed down several hundred-dollar bills. "You can get me a few things. I need a box of 9mm hollow point rounds, a Mac-10 with two spare magazines, an HK G53 assault rifle with three mags, and a bulletproof vest with ceramic plating in the chest and back. Now hop to it," said David.
In a few minutes, David came out the store holding a duffle bag in one hand and the bulletproof vest in the other hand. When he got to the cab and put the stuff in the cab, a man tapped him over the shoulder. David turned around and saw a man that had a small bruise on his face.
"Can I help you?" David said raising an eyebrow.
"Yea, you can. You fucking pushed me down when you went in that store," said the man staring angrily at David.
"Look, I don't have time for this," David said exhaling noisily as he got inside. He then felt the man pull him out of the car and throw him to the ground hard. "What the fuck?" he yelled as he got up quickly.
"I'ma whoop your ass!" the man cried out putting his dukes up.
"Oh really?" David said as he whipped out a Beretta and fired a warning shot in the air. "Now run away." He scowled pointing the gun at him.
The man was shook and hightailed it away from David as he got back inside the cab and started the cab. He started to drive and swerve left and right. As he got closer he heard the gunshots get a little bit louder, and hoped that Alan made it there before he did to back them up. As he continued on his way, he grabbed the cell phone to call again.
"Come on Alan, pick up!" David yelled as he waited only to hear his voicemail. Pissed off, he stuffed the phone back in his coat and continued to drive towards the shootout. His eyes narrowed, as well as his body tensed up, while his hands were gripped on the steering wheel tightly just as he took a hard turn nearly hitting a pedestrian.
"Learn to drive ya retard!" The teenage woman yelled out.
"Learn to get the fuck out of my way bitch!" David replied yelling out the window. At this point he wasn't in the mood to hear anyone give him any shit, and if they did, they would get dealt with…painfully
He was half a block away and decided to park the car by the curb in front of a pharmacy. He then took off his tie, coat, and dress shirt so he could put on the bulletproof vest. It was a snug fit as he checked for the ceramic plates in the chest and back and put his clothes back on. When he was finished, David quickly loaded each nine-millimeter clip, as well as his Mac-10.
He continued driving and headed towards the shootout and saw several yellow bandanna-wearing thugs decked out in either tank tops or yellow shirts firing from several cars. David seethed through his teeth as he cocked both guns. "Here I come motherfuckers," said David as he slammed his foot on the accelerator and into the thick of battle. He swerved the car towards one Cuban Cartel hitting him. The impact of the hit dented the cab and sent body of the dead thug flew fifteen in the air and landed back on the ground on his head killing him upon impact. David then honked the horn giving a few of them his attention. When some of them turned around, David stuck out his Uzi out the window and squeezed the trigger hard.
"Eat this!" yelled David as the 9mm rounds from his submachine gun made contact with several of them, either killing them instantly or critically wounding them.
One of the thugs shouted in Spanish and in an instant, all of them turned and opened fire. Some of them were packing HK G3A3's or AR-18's, or even Ruger Mini-14's. They were peppering the cab with enough bullets to cause the engine to smoke. Uttering a cuss word, David bailed out the car with both his Mac-10 and his Uzi and hit the ground. The Cuban thugs didn't see him bail out and continued to shoot up the car till it exploded in cloud of fire and smoke.
"Fuck!" David said and he grabbed the Uzi by its shoulder strap, strapped it around his shoulder and ran through the sidewalk ducking and keeping out of sight. He saw one Cuban Cartel thug hunched over hiding behind a Rumpo. He was totally unaware of David sneaking up behind him as he continued to fire his AR-18 assault rifle. David then pointed the Mac-10 at the guy and pulled the trigger only once. The .45 ACP round went right where David expected; into the thug's head.
David then set the Mac-10 down and whipped out the Uzi firing more rounds killing three more Cuban Cartel thugs. One of them took notice and saw David as he reloaded. Immediately, the thug brought up his Ruger-14 and sent three rounds right into David's chest. David fell down hard not moving, and the Cuban thug screamed in triumph…but for only a few seconds. David quickly got back and whipped out both Beretta's and sent a total of ten rounds into the Cuban's body. The guy looked surprised as he fell on his back dead.
"Goddamn that hurt," said David feeling the impact of the rounds hitting the vest. He quickly holstered both of his pistols, and his Mac-10. He then rolled to another car and shot at another thug into the side of his temple. He then continued to run till he saw a barricade of several cars as. "Randy!" he yelled.
"David? Come on bro, get over here!" Randy yelled out.
David ran top speed and got to Randy and was horrified seeing what happened; Randy was breathing heavy and was shot several times; one in both shoulders, one in his stomach and another in his thigh. His purple silk shirt was tattered exposing his chest as well as some of the wounds. He was slowly reloading his Colt Anaconda bullet by bullet and smiled at David.
"Wh-what took you so fucking long man?" Randy said slowly as he tried to spit out blood on the street but it dribbled on his chest.
"Traffic." David said trying to not show any weakness in him. "How the fuck did this happen to begin with?"
Cathy came next to David surprisingly. She wasn't hit at all minus the small bruise on her arm. "We had a regular that used to go to the club and pay for lap dances like it was last damn day. Come to find out he was working for the Cuban Cartel. The fucking guy then tips the cartel where it is. Before you know it, they opened fire at us."
"Do you know what the guy looked like?" David asked.
"He's on the security cameras. But right now, we need to get your brother to a hospital, he's leading blood like a damn faucet." Cathy said looking at a weary eyed Randy and shaking his head.
"I'm fine damnit. Don't…worry about…it. Just a…scratch." Randy said as he set his gun down and grabbed a small bottle from his pants pocket. It was a small bottle of painkillers.
"Painkillers? How many have you had man?" David looked at him surprised.
"Three…six maybe." Randy said coughing up a bit more blood. "I'm not going to any hospital."
"Like hell you are," said Tiffany holding a Colt 1911 pistol.
David thought for a moment. "Listen Tiffany I want you to do me this favor. Run and look an ambulance."
Tiffany looked at him and scoffed. "Just how the fuck am I going to find a damn ambulance?"
"Look just go and bring it here…we'll take him there." David said as he popped up from their barricade and fired off the rest of his Uzi till the clip was empty.
"You so owe me for this." Tiffany said crossing her arms.
"Yea, yea. I'll give ya a thank you card."
Tiffany gave David the finger, and made a dash from the barricade and down the street. As she stopped for a second, she tucked the gun behind her back only to be fired upon by a Cuban thug, She shriek and ducked behind a mailbox. Randy and David turned and saw one of them shooting at her. David brought up his Mac-10 while Randy picked up his Colt Anaconda revolver and the two of them opened fire at him. While two the .357 rounds slammed into the abdomen of the Cuban Cartel thug, three .45 ACP hollow point rounds entered his face, disfiguring, and destroying his face, to the point where he looked unidentifiable.
"Shit, that's going to be a closed casket." David said grinning.
"Well we're not done yet man." Randy said scoring a headshot with his revolver at another thug.
Meanwhile, Tiffany was running towards the closest payphone she could find. She stopped again out of breath and realized running with heels on, isn't the best thing to do. By the time she approached the payphone and picked up the phone, she saw an ambulance heading towards the parking lot of the strip mall. She then saw two paramedics stepping out of the van. Probably going on their lunch break…ok girl, time to work it, she said to herself as she walked over to them moving her hips back and forth to them and called them over with a whistle. "Hey boys," Tiffany said out loud causing the two to turn around and see her. "Can you boys help me out?"
One of the paramedics was a sweaty plump guy who kept eyeballing her up and down while the other paramedics adjusted his glasses.
"What do you need miss?" the skinny paramedic with the glasses asked.
"Well I need you to do me a favor." Tiffany smiled seductively walking over to the fat paramedic. "Pretty please? I'll do anything for it."
The fat paramedic grinned as he continued to look at her. "Yea, we can help you. What you need from us?"
Tiffany licked her lips at the two of them and said, "Well…" Her smile fell quick as she immediately pulled the gun from the small of her back and aimed it at him. "You can hand over the keys to the ambulance." The skinny one tried to sneak at her till Tiffany turned and popped off two rounds in his abdomen. Tiffany then turned at the fat one aiming at his head. "You want the same thing then hand me the keys."
The fat paramedic was sweating bullets and quickly nodded. "I don't have it though. It's in my partners pocket."
"Go get it then." Tiffany said pressing the gun to his head.
He nodded and squatted over his fallen partner and fished out the keys. "I got it."
"Good." Tiffany then pistol-whipped him against his head hard, knocking him out cold and on top of the other paramedic. She then snatched the keys and walked over to the ambulance van. I should have been an actress, Tiffany thought as she started to van and drove back to the gunfight.
Meanwhile David, Cathy and Randy were taking out the Cuban Cartel thugs and nearly running out of ammo. There were merely a few of Cuban thugs left as they continued pouring gunfire at them. David was now using his HK G53 as he fired off single shots at them.
"Where the fuck is that van?!" Cathy shouted as she took cover and reloaded an M870 shotgun quickly. She inhaled quickly and popped up unloading a shell into the leg of a Cuban thug, making him to scream and holding his leg.
"I don't know," said David as he fired off another shit missing and hitting the brick wall of a building. "She should be here soon." She better be here soon, David thought as he took another slug into the vest. David fell hard on his ass and heard sirens wailing. "Please tell me that's what I think it is," said David looking behind him and saw an ambulance van coming to their rescue. "Cathy how many more of those guys are there?"
Cathy pumped her shotgun quickly and fired off another shot missing one of them. "Two maybe three left. Why?"
"Our ride is here. Get Randy up and get him in." David shouted as he got up and fired off more 5.56mm rounds hitting another thug right in the stomach. "Come on bro, we got the van."
"Yea…sure," said Randy as he took a hold of Cathy's hand and ran towards the van. "Hey, David, back us up!" Randy yelped.
David nodded and switched his rifle to full auto and emptied his weapon spraying it back and forth providing some suppressive fire. The three remaining Cuban thugs tried to take cover but two of them fell under David's gun barrage. The last one saw Randy trying to get to van raised his pistol and fired off a round. The nine-millimeter round missed David and instead went into the back of Randy's other thigh. Randy screamed and hunched over, while David stared hard at the man that shot his brother, and ran out of his cover at towards him. The Cuban thug stared at him like he was out of his mind and raised his gun up to fire at David. He pulled the trigger several times and only managed to his David in the chest where his vest was located and in his shoulder. David barely felt the pain and continued his charge
"Punk motherfucker!" David yelled as he charged at the guy full speed raising the HK G53 at him and squeezed the trigger. Only one bullet came out and it went into the thug's arm. David then slung the rifle and ended up tackling him hard to the street. He then ended up punching the thug in his face hard; breaking the thug's nose, and teeth. The Cuban thug could barely move as he moaned from the beatdown he was receiving. As soon as David got up he pulled out his Beretta and put a single round right in his cranium.
"David! Let's go!" Cathy yelled as she saw something else that might slow down.
David gabbed a Ruger Mini-14 rifle and some clips from a few dead bodies as he ran towards the ambulance van. "Cathy, I want you stay here…when the cops come, just tell them someone attacked the place. But don't tell who alright?"
"No problem, just take care of Randy for me alright?" Cathy said tossing the shotgun and a few shells in the van. When she was done, both David and her pulled Randy inside the van.
"I will." David promised. "I'll call you and let you know." He got inside the van and slapped Tiffany's shoulder. "Step on it." David said as he lay Randy down on a stretcher and strapped him down to it. "Randy, hang on for me alright?"
Randy nodded slowly as Tiffany stepped on the gas started to drive. She started to turn sharply left and right avoiding cars and sideswiped a police car. Immediately the cop car's siren went off. Tiffany pounded on the horn.
"Come on dickheads! Move it!" Tiffany shouted. "Hey David, we got company."
David knew exactly what she meant by that. "Cops," he muttered. He removed the straps off Randy and got him off the stretcher. When Tiffany made another turn, both David and Randy fell down. David quickly scrambled back up and pulled Randy towards the passenger seat next to Tiffany. Randy quickly buckled up and held on while David went to the back and started loading his weapons.
"What you doing?" Tiffany questioned.
"Providing cover…just keep your eyes on the road." David said sternly and kicked open the back doors. His eyes widened, as there were several police cruisers following them including a Police Maverick helicopter. "Oh, fuck!"
"What?" Randy yelled.
The cop car that was ahead of the pack began speaking on a megaphone. "This is the Daytona City Police! Stop that van right now or you will be fired upon!"
David inhaled and exhaled sharply and cocked his Ruger Mini-14 and aimed. He started firing off several shots towards the cops.
"Gun! He's firing! Take them down!" yelled the cop on the megaphone.
He was going to get his brother to the hospital, or die trying. "Tiffany, no matter what, keep driving!" David yelled as Tiffany pressed the pedal harder and, the ambulance van started the high-speed chase against the law enforcement through the clear night.
To Be Continued--Stay tuned to Chapter 13