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Enjoy Chapter 18 :-D

In a full hour, David was fully recovered (thanks to using some first aid supplies in the mechanics had in the garage) and acquired himself a brand new green Feltzer convertible. He left the dealership and headed straight towards the freeway. He went on his cell phone and called up Johnny. The phone rang several times before someone picked up the phone.

"Yeah?" Johnny said sounding a little bit paranoid.

"Johnny it's me," David said as he took the off ramp and entered Downtown.

"What is it?"

"I'm in the neighborhood, so I was wondering if you any work done with those Triads." David wondered as he turned heading towards Glen Towers.

"Actually yeah, I do. Head over to the towers." Johnny said as he hung up.

David hung up his cell phone as well. Not wasting any time, he stepped on the gas as he headed towards his destination.

He reached the Glen Towers within five minutes and headed inside. There was a different receptionist sitting down looking at the screens that displayed the security cameras through out the structure. He looked at David and nodded at him letting him go. David nodded back and went inside the elevator. He pressed the button for the floor, and waited. The elevator doors slowly closed and went up slowly.

David leaned up against the wall and checked his side from where he was hit earlier, and saw that the pain stopped. Three tablets of, six hundred milligrams of painkillers would do that to anyone. The elevator slowly stopped and the doors slowly opened. He stepped out and headed towards Johnny's door. Once he turned down the hall way he saw that Johnny was already there leaning against the door.

Johnny was dressed in a black and white shirt with blue jeans and running shoes. David was used to seeing this guy wear suits and expensive clothes, but never something so…low-budget.

"What's with the get up?" David asked looking at what Johnny had on.

"I've been walking around Chinatown for a while."

"Hopefully not starting any kind of shit like before," David said as he leaned up against the ice machine that was against the other side of the wall.

"Yeah, well, fuck you. I've been wondering how, they are managing to get drugs, when they hardly had anything to sell. So I been asking around and you wouldn't believe where they are getting their supply from.

"The Yardies?" David said merely thinking out loud.

Johnny said as the two of them walked down the hallway. "Not even. I was thinking the same thing at first but, apparently the I-9 Triads have been stashing up as much cocaine as possible and then put them in plastic shoe insoles. They then take the shoes that the coke is in the red boxes, and ship them out in this transport truck, so it can be driven up to their bosses in Liberty City. They usually stop at this motel all the out in the boondocks to rest up before heading all the way there."

"We don't even know if the shit is cut, before they send it up there. How pure is this stuff." David asked.

"Exactly ninety-five percent pure, real high grade shit." Johnny grinned getting inside the elevator. "They check the quality when they get there."

"So what do you suggest, we hit every shoe store in the area, till we find out where the truck is and rob it?"

"You read my mind." Johnny said with a bigger grin. "That's exactly what we are going to do."

"Well we can hit the stores out here in Downtown and work our way up." David said shrugging as the elevator made its way down to the lobby.

"Good idea…we can do more damage that way. Just gotta be careful when roughing those stores up."

The two arrived at the lobby and left the place to head towards David's car.

"Why all of a sudden should we be careful?" David wondered. "You're not the kind that like to be careful."

"Well these guys lately have one or two guards standing outside watching the place." Johnny said getting in the passenger side.

"What? Rent-a-cops?"

"I wish," Johnny sighed. "Just a few Triad thugs watching some of the stores. I would say shoot them down, but we don't need to have more of them heading down here and we start even more shit."

"Just rough em up. Got it." David said as he started the car and drove towards the Wilcott Plaza. He parked the car right in the busy parking lot, and glanced at his watch. It read 5:25pm. Some of the stores were going to be closing by six.

"We better hurry up, it's almost closing time for some of these stores." David said stepping out of the car.

Johnny nodded and followed David, getting out of the car as well. The walked inside the plaza and looked around. "There should be three if not four shoe stores in here."

Alright then, we'll pick one closest to us," said David as he pointed at a Pro-Laps shoe store right next to the arcade.

The two then walked towards the store bumping past several shoppers; none of the shoppers saying anything to them. When they arrived to the store they walked in cool and casual like any other shopper and saw the cashier.

"I'll handle this one." David said as he looked around one time and counted how many cameras were in the store. Only one eh? This should be easy, he thought as he approached the cashier.

"Hi how can I help you today?" The male cashier asked brightly.

"I'd like to speak to you manager please." David asked simply.

"He's a little busy right now. Come back later." The cashier said glancing around.

"Really?" David said looking at him and saw he was staring to shake a little bit. "What are you so nervous for?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Then by all means…bring your manager here." David said staring into the eyes of a cashier that was nervous. He added more fear into the clerk by flashing his gun at him. "Right now." David added. "And don't walk away and tell him…call him out."

The clerk nodded and called for the manager. In a few seconds, the manager came out and glanced at David.

"Is there a problem?" The manager said looking at the two.

"You bet your ass there is a problem." David said as he turned and looked at the manager. "Where are the red boxes of sneakers you have in the back?"

"What are you talking about?" The manager stammered.

Johnny walked over and flashed a winning smile. "I think you know what we're talking about pal."

Immediately the manager knew who he was and shook his head. "Look I don't know what you're talking about. We don't have any red shoeboxes."

"Can we see then?" Johnny said taking his shades off.

"Listen, we don't allow anyone back there." The manager protested. "I'm sorry but I can't let you."

"Well, you don't have much of a fucking choice now do you?" David said flashing the manager only the handle of his gun.

"Alright, alright, I'll show you." The manager said as he fumbled with the doorknob for a few seconds.

"Nervous?" David asked.

"Yeah."

"Well hurry it up then." David said kicking the manager in the ass.

"You check to see if there are any, I'll keep an eye on the cashier." Johnny said as he leaned against the counter.

David nodded as the manager opened the door. Inside were several stacks of boxes. The boxes were various colors, but no red boxes. David grew slightly annoyed and drew out his gun. He pressed the cold hard barrel against the manager's cheek. "You're testing my goddamn patience man. Where are the red boxes at?"

"I'll show you where they are. Just put the gun down."

David swung the gun against the manager's face causing the man to fall down in pain. "Fuck you. I'm the one calling the shots here. Not you. If I gotta tear though every fucking box, I will, so show me the fucking red boxes!"

"Ok mister, alright. Don't hurt me." The manager cried out. He limped a little bit over to a small table that had a shroud draped over it. He slowly removed it and let it fall onto the ground. The table displayed several boxes of red shoeboxes.

David looked and smiled in appreciation. "Open them." He ordered.

The manager took one of the boxes and opened it. Inside the box was a pair of baby blue and white sneakers. He then pulled out one sneaker and lightly tapped the shoe. Nothing came out of the baggie at all.

Shit, David said to himself. "Alright then…listen, sorry about busting in like that. And sorry if I kicked your ass."

"Yeah…I'm sorry too." The manager said as he gripped on something and lunged at David screaming.

In a quick second, David drew out his gun and fired off two bullets, both hitting the manager in the sternum. David looked and saw the man was going to sink an eight-inch kitchen knife into him if he didn't react in time. David walked away and went back inside.

"What the fuck was that?" Johnny asked.

"A gunshot, what the fuck did you think it was?" David shot back. "The stuff wasn't in those boxes."

"Fuck…come on let's go." Johnny said as he they turned to walk away only to see three Triads blocking their way. "Fuck!"

"Yes indeed." One Triad said cracking his knuckles.

As the three slowly walked towards the two, Johnny looked at David for a second and asked him. "David…can you fight?"

David didn't bother looking at Johnny as the three continued walking towards them. "Yeah…can you?"

"Sorta."

David clenched his fists and charged at one of the Triad's, as he got close, he delivered a right hook at the gangster's ribs. The Triad felt a snap and sank to his knees and onto the ground gritting his teeth in pain. The second Triad, took the chance, and lashed out a kick that landed right at David's stomach. He felt the wind knock out of him as He grabbed the thug and tried to bring him down with him.

The third Triad looked at Johnny as he went into fighting stance and went after Johnny. The thug delivered three fast kicks that hit him in the chest and stomach. Johnny felt like hell, but he shook it off quickly as he threw an uppercut the Chinese thug in the jaw very fast and hard.

David and the second Triad were on the ground, with David putting the thug in a headlock. David gripped tighter trying to make his enemy pass out. The Triad struggled only making it worse as David squeezed his grip against the thug's neck even more. The Triad waved his arms around frantically till he closed his eyes and stopped moving. David pushed the guy off him and saw he was out cold.

"Hey, David," Johnny shouted as he locked both hands against the last Triad and struggled. "A little help here!"

David looked and saw a small black object sticking out of the sleeping Triad's pocket. He pulled it out quickly and saw it was a blackjack. He held onto it as he walked up behind the Triad and swung the blackjack against the man's head…very hard. The Triad grunted from the pain as he collapsed to the ground. He struggled to get up only to have David hit him again and again. The Triad fell back down out cold.

"Come on…let's get the fuck out of here." David muttered as he pocketed the blackjack

"Yeah we better find the other stores quick." Johnny said dusting himself off and walked out of the store following David.

They went up the stairs and saw another store called Modo's. When they walked inside, they saw a young woman listening to the radio reading a magazine. She looked up and greeted them happily.

David glanced at her and put on the charm. "Hey, do you know if you guys have some shoes in red boxes?" David said almost smiling at her.

"Let me check." She went into the back. A few seconds later she came back and shook her head no. "I'm really sorry we don't have any of those at all. We do have a nice selection of some suede shoes that just came out."

"No thanks. Thank you for your time," David said as the two of them left the store. As soon as they got outside, David was getting annoyed. "This is pointless. I mean why don't we just snatch up some Triad and get the info out of them rather than this go to every store type of bullshit?"

"I rather do this than alert the entire gang of my presence and have hell raining down on us. Besides, the next store should be right by the food court." Johnny pointed over at a Binco clothing store.

The two of them headed towards it and saw that there was no one inside, let alone no security watching inside the stores. David looked around and saw there was a security camera but the red dot next to it wasn't showing, letting him know it wasn't even turned on. Johnny looked over by some of the clothing isles and saw nothing. The only thing that was there was the faint sound of music from the speakers.

"You think they went to lunch?" Johnny asked.

"And just leave the place unlocked, with the security camera turned off? Yeah right." David grunted. I'm going to go check the back.

"Yeah you go do that." Johnny muttered as he walked over to the front door and locked it.

David walked to the back opening the door leading him a hallway. It's probably used to move stuff into the stores, he thought. He continued walking until, heard a few people talking indistinctly. He walked a bit closer hearing them a bit more clearly.

"Are you sure about this is real stuff?"

"Yeah mon. Da be the realest ting we got. Seen? Ya have our money?"

"Of course. Ten thousand right?"

"That be it. Pleasure doing business boy."

Bingo.

David pulled out his gun and slowly opened the door, trying not to make any noise at all. There were several Triads, Yardies, and a Mule truck being loaded with red shoeboxes. Jackpot, he said to himself. All seemed good as he stepped out and slowly closed the door, only that when the door closed it made a loud snap. Everyone turned their heads and saw David standing out like a sore thumb.

"Um…hey, how is it going?" David said with a sheepish grin as he quickly put his gun away. Ah, shit. Triads and Yardies...armed with automatics and looking pissed off. A winning combination.

"What the fuck you doing here?" The Triad yelled out.

"Well…I was wondering…where you guys keep your bathroom at?" David lied. "You know you look a little busy so tell ya what, I'll just turn around, walk away and look for the bathroom myself, and you guys pretend you didn't see me at all. Deal?"

"How about we just kill you right were you fucking stand?" A second Triad said as he grabbed a SPAS-12 from off the table and pointed it at David. Everyone else agreed as they began drawing out their guns.

Everything seemed to slow down for David as he swung around, opened the door and jumped out of the way as multiple guns went off. All of them together sounded like a cannon as glass shattered, as well as the door and the wall becoming embedded with bullets of different calibers.

"Can't we just work this out?" David yelled out as he scooted a little bit away from the door. His question was answered when someone tossed a grenade threw the broken window and landed on David's lap. "Fuck!" He yelled and he grabbed it and threw it down the hall and ducked. The grenade exploded, not injuring him, but deafen him for a couple of seconds. "Ok, I guess not!" David yelled back and he popped out from his cover and started shooting back.

Back in the store Johnny heard the loud explosion and pulled out his gun; a Colt 1911 handgun and ran towards the hallway. He turned at the corner and saw David shooting back rapidly.

"What the fuck are you doing now?!" Johnny yelled.

"I think I found the truck. The Triads are about to leave though." David said as he quickly reloaded his gun. When he finished, he went into his pockets and tossed Johnny a pair of keys. "Get to the Feltzer now!"

"Why are you calling the shots for?"

"Just head to the fucking car!" David yelled as he came out of his cover and let off several rounds into a Yardie dealer's stomach. Once he was down, David stepped in the loading dock and ducked behind a stack of wooden crates, He glanced at the dead Yardie and grabbed his weapon; an HK MP5 submachine gun. He quickly ejected the clip and saw he had enough. He put the clip back in place and ran from one side of the loading dock to the other shooting from the hip. He managed to take down three more Yardie's including the Triad that was carrying the SPAS-12. As he got to the other side of the loading dock, he hid behind a small pillar of boxes. It wasn't the best cover but it was better than standing in the middle of the place, thinking a bullet wouldn't go into that person.

He squared his shoulders; ready to shoot some more as he glanced and saw three Triads race towards the truck. David raised the submachine gun and emptied the last few bullets into two of the Triad's backs, killing them, while the last one made it to the tuck and started it the vehicle. David tossed the MP5 and grabbed the SPAS-12 off of the dead thug, as the truck started moving.

"Oh you aren't getting away so fucking easily!" David yelled as the truck slowly drove off. He started running slinging the shotgun over his shoulder while running at full speed. As the truck made its turn, going into the street, David jumped and managed to grab on the handle of the back of the truck and held on for dear life. "Ahhh shiiit!" David yelled. What the fuck did I get myself into?

Back at the parking lot, Johnny raced to the convertible and jumped in. Once he started the car he pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the docking area. When he arrived he saw the truck moving away with David hanging on. He didn't know if he should laugh or not, seeing David swinging back and forth while the truck was pulling tight turns left and right to dodge traffic. He stepped on the gas and accelerated even faster reaching up to the truck. He still saw David hanging on yelping, and started to laugh.

Shit! I'm loosing my grip, David thought as he had to switch from one hand to the other. He saw the truck slow down on a tight turn giving him a chance to climb on to of the truck. Once he got on top he crawled carefully as the truck continued to turn. By the time he made it halfway, his cell phone vibrated in his pants pocket. Somebody picked the wrong fucking time to call me…goddamnit, David shouted to himself as it continued on vibrating, irritating him as he continued his deadly walk on top of a Mule truck going at 55mph. The phone vibrated a few more times, causing him to give in and pull out his phone while holding on. He didn't give a damn whoever it was on the phone, he was going to tell them to call later. "What?!" David shouted.

"It's me," Johnny said as he continued driving behind the truck. "What the fuck are you even attempting here?"

"Robbing the truck, just like you said we were going to do. Call you when it's done," David said hanging up quickly and getting close towards the passenger side. He took the SPAS-12 from over his shoulder and gripped on the truck door handle as the Mule slowed down. He pulled the door handle back and heard it click open. With poise, he slipped inside and pointed the automatic shotgun at the driver's face and smiled. "Going my way?"

The Triad continued driving as his eyes darted staring at the barrel of the shotgun. His hand was slowly moving downward reaching for his weapon, but David caught him and pumped the shotgun once.

"Don't even think about it." David said staring hard at the driver. Immediately the driver's hidden hand shot back on the steering wheel. "Now tell me…this truck heading towards a motel outside of the city?"

The Triad nodded.

"Well, were you expecting any company there when you get there?"

The Triad shook his head no.

"Well you don't mind if I take this truck off your hand's do you?"

The Triad nodded once more.

"Well thank you very much…you may leave."

The Triad finally spoke. "But we're still moving…what am I supposed to do?"

"Not my problem," said David as he made the driver unlock his side of the door. Once the door was opened, David kicked him hard sending the driver flying out and hitting the hot road face first. Quickly David scooted over to the driver's seat, closed the door and continued driving. He turned to see Johnny who was now on the side of him gaining up. He gave Johnny a thumb's up sign, letting him know that they got the truck.

The truck as well as the Feltzer convertible continued driving till they headed towards a small rest stop. There weren't any cars out in sight when they parked. The two of them got out of their vehicles and went to inspect the back of the truck. It had a small cheap padlock on it, and it wasn't any match to a simple blast of a shotgun. As soon as David set the shotgun down, while Johnny opened the doors and saw to his surprise; only ten boxes.

"That's it?" Johnny said puzzled. "We went through all that and see ten boxes?"

"Better than nothing," David snorted. "Besides, I just went on a fucking ride praying I don't slide off the goddamn truck."

"Who the fuck cares? This is all they had!" Johnny yelled kicking the tires of the truck.

"Whatever man, let's at least move the boxes to the trunk of the car." David suggested.

In a short while they managed to move all the boxes into the trunk and left the truck parked with the keys in the car door. Once they got in the convertible, they drove off and headed back to the city. David was driving this time and glanced at Johnny looking pissed off, mumbling to himself out loud. He couldn't hear most of what Johnny was saying but some of the thing he did hear, made David look at him like he was loosing his damn mind with the Triads. He thought talking to him would try to help, but seeing that Johnny was stubborn as ever (even more stubborn than Randy), he decided to keep his mouth shut.

The sun was setting by the time David dropped him off at the parking lot. Johnny stepped out and called out for a valet to help him carry the boxes. He handed David at the measly two hundred dollars and walked away still pissed off not even saying a word. David looked at the small amount of money and felt like he was being cheated out of how much he really deserved.

"You fucking penny pinching, cheapskate," David muttered as he got inside the Feltzer and drove off. He didn't feel like arguing with Johnny after seeing how much he got.

Once he arrived at the car dealership he dropped off the convertible, walked out not saying a word to anyone. He hailed a cab and got inside looking tired. As he shut the door he handed the cabbie a $100 and simply said. "Cecil Apartments…take the scenic route while your at it."

To Be Continued...

Tune in for Chapter 19: Pumpin' Iron