Disclaimer: I do not own the rights for the GTA game or the cities or the characters in the game...however I do own the city I made up and the characters that I myself created. So don't sue me!

Authors Note- After a while, I'm back with another one, and just in time for the holiday too! So. here we go with chapter 24! Read and Reply. and most of all, Enjoy! ^_^

The alarm clock rung loudly, waking up David from his short-lived nap. His eyes slightly opened adjusting to the glare of the sunlight pouring into his room. He had on the same clothes as last night minus the shoes. The ringing of the alarm clock grew more annoying in David's ears second after second. Mustering enough energy, he swung a heavy hand and, brought it downward to the alarm clock's snooze button.

"That's…better." David muttered as he started going back to sleep. He then heard the sudden shrill of his cell phone ringing, causing him to nearly fall off the bed. Irritated and wanting to sleep for a bit longer, he grabbed the from off the dresser. "Who the hell is this?"

"Oh is that any fucking way to talk to your mother? Have you lost your goddamn mind boy!"

David's eyes suddenly opened up and were in a panic. "Oh God, mom, I didn't know…"

"You know, you aren't that old to get slapped!"

"Mom, let me explain…"

Rosa continued. "After all those hours I spent, doped up on drugs, pushing the ever-loving fuck out of you and, pushed you through school, and shit, this is how you act? By saying 'who the hell is this'? I raised you better than that!"

"Yes...mom," David rolled his eyes.

"As a matter of fact, how come you haven't been here, let alone call me!" Rosa yelled some more.

"Momma, I've been very busy with my work." David lied.

"Yeah sure, I've heard about all the shootings, killings, and violence going around in this city. How do I know you really aren't part of all that?" Rosa said tapping her foot rapidly waiting for an answer.

"Mom, you know good and well…I'm not part of it." David lied some more.

"I hope not."

"Mom why don't I come to visit you, will that cheer you up?" David asked.

"Maybe tomorrow dear, in the meantime, keep an eye on your brother, and be safe alright David?" Rosa sighed.

"Yes mom." David nodded, slowly getting out of bed. "I'll talk to you later, love ya mom." David hung up and shook his head feeling stupid for not checking the caller ID on the phone. He quickly decided to shower up, and spend the day acquiring cars for Quentin. He was close on getting enough money to purchase a medium sized garage over at the Red Light District. It was big enough to store four cars, and so far the Sentinel and the Bullet GT would be perfect to be in there after both cars were repaired. Then he remembered the bill they would give him for fixing the damages on the cars, especially the Sentinel's engine and sighed greatly about it. His cell phone began to ring again, causing him to stop from heading to the bathroom to shower. He checked it again and saw that it was Johnny.

"Hey Johnny." David yawned.

"Good to see you're awake. I need you to head over to my place, I'm going to need your expertise." Johnny said.

"If the money is good," David mentioned as he walked towards the bathroom. "I'll be there in an hour."

"You got thirty minutes, so move your ass." Johnny then hung up the phone. He stared at the view of downtown and smiled.

David hurriedly showered for a few minutes and quickly got out. He didn't bother doing his hair or drying off as he brushed his teeth for few seconds. He went into his closet and heard the phone rang again. He walked over to it and picked it up on the third ring. "Yeah Johnny?"

"Change of plans, meet me at Peruses at the Wilcott Plaza." Johnny hung up once again.

Why over there? You'd think he want to discuss things in private, not at a damn store, he thought as he decided to throw something on; a solid, dark red polo shirt, along with some burgundy slacks, and black worker boots. When he was finished, he grabbed his watch and wallet as he was leaving the apartment. He scurried down the stairs, and began walking out the door through the lobby and heard someone say his name.

"Excuse me, Mr. DePalma?"

David turned around and saw that it was the lobby clerk. "Hey Ted. What's up?"

"You got a message, from a Miss. Giovanni. She said to give her a call sometime." Ted said walking over to him handing him a slip of paper.

"Alright, thanks." David said and left the apartment building without tipping. He walked outside and, saw a woman getting out of a cab, and waited till she was fully out. He got inside and shut the door paying the cabbie a ten. "Wilcott Plaza, and don't stop for anything." The cabbie nodded and turned up the music, which was playing Busta Rhymes song 'Dangerous'. He nodded his head to the beat and closed his eyes. He kept thinking about the stuff his mom said to him the last time she saw him.

If it's not too much to ask David…just watch over on your brother. I don't want the same thing happening to him or yourself. You two are all I have left.'

"Yea mom, I'll try to."

"Don't try son, just do it for me."

"Here we are." The cabbie said as he turned around and saw David resting. "Hey, wake up!"

"I already heard you," David said opening his eyes and slowly getting out of the taxi. He didn't bother giving the guy a tip. He saw that it was a very busy morning as people either walked around carrying shopping bags, sat down taking a breather, or buying food at some of the stands placed around. He made his way to one of the stands and, walked up to the vendor.

"Hey, would you like to try my wiener?" The vendor said cheerfully.

Laughing at the innuendo, David nodded. "Italian pepper sausage with mustard and sauerkraut, and a cherry Sprunk."

The vendor made his food for him hurriedly, and served it to him along with a can of cherry flavored Sprunk. David paid the man and walked inside the plaza, eating his food.

Kinda salty…but not that bad for only two dollars, David mused as he glanced over at the map of the plaza. As he opened his can of soda, he stared at the map looking to find out where was the store Peruses was. He took a sip and saw that it was located on the third floor all the way at the end next to a SuperStar Café. He then went back to walking drinking his soda and heading towards one of the elevators and stepped inside. The moment he pressed the button for the third floor, a swarm of shoppers ran inside stuffing the elevator with David being pressed in the back of the elevator. Shit, I can barely move, He thought as he could hardly move to drink his soda.

The elevator doors closed, followed by the elevator itself moving slowly. David felt stuffed as he saw he was next to a person picking his nose on his left, and on the right some guy singing a pop song off key. The elevator made it up to the first floor and several people to exit out of the elevator. As David breathed a sigh of relief, another wave of shoppers went in, causing the elevator to be even more jam-packed as it was before.

"Oh dear Lord," David muttered as he felt himself being pressed against the back of the elevator. He nearly dropped his soda, as the elevator started going up again. "What I would give for this fucking thing to go faster." David muttered once more as he felt some overweight woman step on his foot by mistake, causing him to yelp.

"Hey did you hear about that guy trying to run for mayor? I hear he's from Liberty City." One shopper said to her friend.

"Nah, I thought he was from Los Santos. The guy is Chinese or Korean maybe." The shopper's friend replied.

"Eh, Chinese, Korean, they all look alike to me." Another shopper gossiped.

When it finally reached the third floor, David had enough and stared pushing people to get out of there. He dropped his soda causing it to spill on some child's head which made the kid cry in the process but, he really didn't care, he wanted to get out of there immediately. He hustled up heading towards Peruses and walked inside.

It was the kind of store where the cost of one suit including shoes, would be a month's rent to the average guy. The only kind of people would by clothes there were, the rich or someone who managed to win the Daytona Powerball Lottery. The color of the carpet was beige, while the walls were a darker tone of brown. There was no music playing at all, as well as no security around the store either.

It would be the perfect time for a shoplifter right about now, David thought. "Hello? Anyone here?" David called out for Johnny as he looked around saw a nice blood red and black pinstriped suit along with, a pair of red suede shoes. It looked nice and he probably would get it himself if the cost of the suit wasn't thirty-five hundred dollars. He then glanced at a pair of pearl cufflinks for a second and called out again. "Is anyone here, or are yall on a damn lunch break?" He heard some rustling in the back and walked over to see who it was.

"Hey, David, just a second." The voice said from the back.

David realized that it was Johnny as he leaned against the counter waiting. He didn't wait that long as he saw Johnny walking out wearing a black silk suit, black and white two-tone dress shoes, a silver Crowex watch, and his four-karat diamond pinky ring.

"Sorry about the delay, Dana here at to um...well, she had to measure me." Johnny grinned.

Cheating on his girl…not fucking surprised, David thought as he saw a short chubby Filipino woman walk out of the dressing room wiping her mouth and smiled. Showing some sort of generosity, David smiled back at her and went back to his straight face when he looked at Johnny. "So what did we have to talk about?"

"I wanted you to wear a suit."

"Well, you could've just told me that over the phone. I have two of 'em." David said crossing his arms.

"Well that's all good and shit, but there's nothing better than a killer dressed up in style. You gotta have expensive taste, so that's why I had you come here to have you wear nothing but the best." Johnny said smiling brightly.

"The best huh?" David said said raising both of his eyebrows. "By wearing five thousand dollar custom made suits?"

"If you dress expensive, you'll feel and look expensive." Johnny said laughing.

"Oh yeah…till they give me the fucking bill," David muttered.

Johnny heard him and chuckled. "Well if it's all fair, this is going to be a freebie. Dana here will hook ya up but only for today."

"That's all? I get to walk away with some clothes?"

"Just a suit," He then turned to the clerk and said, "Hey Dana, could you help my friend out here? He wants a new change in style."

"Sure," Dana said nodding. "Right this way sir."

David nodded and followed her to a separate large dressing room. She opened it and inside was a stool, and clothes hung up on hangers.

"Just pick out a color, tie, and shoes." Dana said as she took a step back.

"Thanks," said David as he closed the dressing room and examined the three suits.

The first outfit was a black wool coat with a white dress shirt, black dress pants and a golden tie. The second one was brown and beige pinstripe suit with square shaped pearl cufflinks, a matching tie and, dress pants. The third outfit was a cream colored trenchcoat with the inside being a champagne color, including the tie and pants. The only thing that stood out a little bit was the dress shirt that was black silk and the black suede shoes.

A bit of a long trench coat…It would be pretty damn good to holster my guns…even the shirt looks a bit sleek, David thought as he picked out the third outfit and felt the fabric for a few moments. It felt odd as he checked out the others and they felt odd as well. "Hey Johnny…this is an odd fabric."

Johnny walked over and leaned against the dressing room door. "Its cortex mixed with polyester. It's soft, comfortable, and tightly knit, so you don't leave any fibers for this job you're about to do. Also, I want you to use this," Johnny tossed him a small bottle over the door.

David caught it and examined it. It was a small white bottle with no name on it. "And this is?"

"It's mousse. But it contains tar, so it doesn't leave any dandruff or any stray hairs at the scene of the crime."

Slightly impressed, David smiled. "I didn't know you knew this kind of stuff."

"Actually, I'm just repeating what Dana told me." Johnny said laughing.

"Oh…well so much for that theory," David muttered as he shook his head and, started taking off his clothes and putting on the clothes he picked out.

"What did ya say?"

"Nothing," David replied as he emptied the pockets into his new pants. He then threw the trench coat on and, started applying some of the mousse into his hair. After putting it in and combing his hair back, he looked at himself in the mirror next to him. "Smooth David…real smooth," he said to himself out loud. "Hey, do you have a bag I can put this stuff in? I'm going to leave wearing this stuff on."

Dana slid a large plastic bag and, a slip of paper underneath for David. "Here you go, and by the way, you can write your address down so we can have your stuff delivered."

"Oh. Thanks," David replied as he placed his old clothes in there. As he wrote down his address on a small piece of paper, he felt like a million bucks with the clothes he had on. His started thinking about how jealous Randy and Alan would be if they saw him wearing that. He started laughing as he left the dressing room and back to the store. He saw Johnny glancing at the amount of how much the outfit was, and pulled put a knot of cash from his pocket.

Johnny quickly peeled off several hundred-dollar bills and placed them on the counter. He then put the money back into his pocket began walking outside. "David, give the lovely lady here a tip."

David rolled his eyes and he went into his pockets and gave Dana a ten, including the bag of his clothes he had on before donning on his new threads.

"So that's your friend?" Dana said as she took the money in her pocket with one hand and, took the bag and placed it under the counter.

David glanced over seeing Johnny outside of the store. "If you say so," he replied rolling his eyes, as he started walking outside. When he made it outside, Johnny handed him a pair of expensive looking, black, tinted sunglasses. "What's this for?"

"Shut up and, put them on," Johnny said as he put his own and started walking. "We gotta go to my car and, head to Chinatown quick."

"For what?"

"When we get to my car, I'll tell you more about it. All I'm going to tell you is that if you pull this off, I'll pay you big for this." Johnny promised.

"Exactly how much are we talking about?" David wondered.

"Well your brother tells me you need a safehouse or a garage." Johnny said as they started walking down the stairs. "You do this for me, and I'll have a blank check ready for you when it's done."

"Randy told you about my problem?" David said. He wasn't surprised his brother was a blabbermouth. He only hoped that he didn't find out that he was escorting Lilly and pulling her ass out of the fire the other night.

"Yeah he told me about it the other night while we were out." Johnny said as the two of them made it to the parking garage level.

"Out doing what?" David said glancing at Johnny as he followed him.

"Business," Johnny said it flatly. "Business, which is none of your own. Understand?"

Slightly annoyed, David answered. "No I don't really."

"Excuse me?"

"Look, Johnny. Randy is my brother…my only brother at that. He does brainless, dim-witted things every now and then, but he's all I got as a sibling. So it is my business. Now do you understand?" David said as he lowered his sunglasses and stared at him.

Johnny blinked at him, amazed at the audacity, and started laughing. "Holy shit! I haven't had anyone like that talk like that to me in years!" Johnny leaned against the wall laughing. The entire area was echoing full of Johnny's laughter, which was enough to make David stare at him in abhorrence. In a sudden twist, he grabbed David and pushed him against the wall pinning him with incredible strength. The smile on Johnny was replaced by a menacing stare as; he got within inches of David's face. "Don't get cute David…you seem to forget that I'm a made man, and you're nothing but a low class solider in this family. Which means I can do whatever the fuck I want while you do as you're told. Remember that next time you ever feel the urge to talk down to me. Got it?"

The wind was knocked out of David, causing him only to nod.

"Good. Now lets go." Johnny said moving away from him and headed towards his car; a royal blue 2008 Oracle. He then went into his pockets for the keys and opened the trunk. The only contents inside was, a long silver suitcase. "Go ahead; open it."

David walked up and flipped the two tabs. When he flipped it opened, he saw was inside. "A Springfield M21 sniper rifle…who's the target?"

"Get in the car, so we can discuss that." Johnny answered as he got inside the driver's seat and unlocked the passenger side. As soon as David closed the suitcase back, and closed the trunk, he got inside. Johnny went into his coat pocket and pulled out a photograph. "Benny Tao…quite the political figurehead in Chinatown, and best friend of Han Lo."

"How political are we talking here?" David said as he looked at the picture.

"The next possible mayor," Johnny answered as he started the car and began backing out of his parking spot. "The man is also part of the Imperial Nine Triad."

"Yeah, so?" David shrugged.

"So, if this guy ever became mayor or governor, he could have the Triads do whatever the fuck they want."

"Don't they already do that to begin with?" David scoffed.

"Yeah, but this time even if they got caught they wouldn't get anything for it but a slap on the wrist."

"So who's in charge of the I-9's? Benny or Han?"

"Han of course," Johnny explained as he left the parking garage and headed out onto the street. "My sources tell me that Benny is the one who makes it all legit for them to run their shit, but that's all I know."

"What 'shit' are we talking about?" David asked.

"You're asking a lot of questions man," Johnny exhaled a sigh of annoyance.

"Look, I'm about to perform an assassination of a politician, so you damn right I'm gonna ask a lot of questions."

Seeing David's point, Johnny agreed. "Shit, alright, what do you want to know?"

"I want to know, how big his security is." David wondered.

"Pretty big, you're gonna have to find a good vantage point, cause most of the roofs are covered." Johnny said running pass a red light and, almost into a hooker crossing the street.

"Figures," David mumbled. So stealth is the key here, he thought as he looked straight ahead.

"Killing this guy could put a crippling blow to the Triads. I know that this guy going to make a small speech around the Chinatown Marketplace."

"So go there, kill him and break out before they notice anything." David said summarizing it up to him.

"Correct." Johnny nodded as he entered Chinatown. It was more busier than the Wilcott Plaza as people walked around, Johnny honked on the horn a few times scaring away some of the pedestrians, while a few of them ignored him or gave him the finger. "I'm going to pull up by an alley…too fucking crowded here." He slowly drove up to a large alley and stopped as he entered. "Good luck out there."

David turned and looked at him. "Aren't you going to help me?"

"W-well, I need to stay here and keep an eye on the car. It's a rental, so I'm sure you understand." Johnny said stammering a bit while popping the trunk open.

"Yeah, I do." David muttered as he started getting out of the car. Fucking pussy, David mused as he got out and walked over grabbing the suitcase out. It felt like a lightweight, as he picked it up by the handle and started walking through the alley. The alley was full of dumpsters and the stench of trash and piss was getting to David as he covered his nose. He made a turn and walked into a large crowd of people, trying to blend in.

There was a festival going on as music was being played, people walking around, and people dancing on the street. If David weren't on the job, he would've loved to come out here and enjoy the festivities with his brother, or if he had brought along Alan, or even Lilly wouldn't mind.

David looked up at the roofs of different buildings and saw a few sentries perched on the roofs. Each one of them was a Triad, as they each wore blood red suits, which made them stick out like a sore thumb. David couldn't tell what kind of guns were they using, but they were each carrying some sort of weapon from David's point of view. The smell of stir-fry and baked goods was getting to David as he realized he didn't have a real meal in him other than that salty hot dog.

He glanced at someone getting a Styrofoam container of Chinese food, and said to himself, "Hell, why not?" He walked over and gave the woman serving food five dollars. "I'll take a bowl please."

She nodded and placed a large portion of vegetable lo mein, and grilled chicken in the container for him. "Enjoy your meal sir."

"I plan to." He nodded and thanked her as he started walking away and continued looking around. He saw a medium sized stage along with several chairs and a stand being set up. He turned around and saw an abandoned building with several floors. Perfect. He tore the yellow caution tape at the entrance and walked inside.

David moved his hand around looking for a switch and turned it on. The ceiling light sparked and flickered on showing him only residents that were inside the buildings were rats and roaches. As they scattered around from the light, David continued walking looking around for the stairs. The entire place was a wreck as, he saw several broken crack pipes, several shell casings, rotten food, and mangled up furniture. Some of the walls were even torn down; exposing what was in the next room, which was less attractive than the previous one. He continued walking up the stairs hearing the squeaking of mice until; he saw a door with a fading label saying 'Roof'.

David tried to open the door and saw that it was locked. "Heh," David smirked taking one step back, and quickly, firmly kicked the door. He saw the door wasn't budging and tried to kick it once more. It would be easier to shoot at the door, but it would be a waste of bullets. "Come on you bitch…open." David said out loud as he kicked against the door for the seventh time.

The door flung open allowing sunlight to pour in, and for David to continue going up. Once he was on the roof, David saw a wooden chair and a plastic table. It was still sunny as he sat down and placed the suitcase down near him. He then opened his plastic bag containing his food and started eating.

"Could use a bit of pepper," David said to himself out loud, as he continued eating his food. He saw some of the Triads walking on the roof and counted eight of them. There's probably more around the sidewalk, he mused, as he was nearly finished with his food. He propped the suitcase on top of the table near his food as he was eating and opened the suitcase up and examined it.

The Springfield M21 was already assembled a decent sized 6X scope along with a full magazine and silencer next to it. The entire weapon was in black, and underneath, there were a small pair of gloves to match.

As David pulled the gloves from underneath the rifle, he heard a loud thunderous cheer going on. He walked over to the edge, glancing at the limousine driving along with a medium sized police motorcade. He then walked over and started putting on the gloves, including screwing on the silencer on the threaded barrel. Once he was ready, he crouched down behind a very large broken down air conditioner, and waited till Benny would step out.

Inside the limo Benny was sitting across from Han as he stared outside at the public cheering. He was the same height as Han as well as his eye color. Only thing that made Benny different than Han was the long jagged scar that started from the edge of his right eyebrow all the way downward to his edge of his nose. He had on a plain black suit along with alligator skin shoes and a watch with leather straps.

"Quite the crowd." Han said as he stared at the crowd.

"Yes it is. The more the crowd, the bigger the votes will be when I win the election next month." Benny said as he glanced at them holding up signs, cheering, as well as chanting his name. "Are my men in position?"

"You mean my men," Han corrected. "If you remember, you left the I-9 when you went back to Liberty City to pursue your little game of political beliefs."

"And you remember that I used to run the Imperial Nine Triads before the head council in Liberty City decided to have me run for governor." Benny's eyes narrowed as he glared at Han. "You're nothing more than acting leader as far as I'm concerned, so just make sure that they protect me."

"Right. You have my word that they will keep a close eye on you. I don't have any of the grunts doing to the work. In fact, I have some of my best men maintaining a tight parameter around the area."

"Very good Han," Benny smiled. It's nice to see that your strategy hasn't gone to waste."

Back on the rooftop, David was adjusting his sights as he saw the limo come towards a stop. Once it did, the paparazzi began taking pictures. The limo doors opened, and Benny stepped out, waving hi at everyone. More people began taking pictures either with cameras or cell phones. David on the other hand was going to take a picture of his own...with a bullet.

Han was also stepped out of the limo including a few of Benny and Han's bodyguards, each of them wearing the same blood red suits, shades, and ear pieces. Once everyone was out of there, limo slowly parked on the curb and stayed there while, everyone started walking towards the stage.

"Ok David…its time." David said to himself softly as he trained his sights on Benny through the scope. He started quick breaths as he saw Benny arrive on the stage and walk up towards the podium. While he kept the rifle on his target, he moved his eye away from the scope and saw at the men walking around the rooftops across from him. They didn't notice him but, were making conversation and looking around for anyone suspicious. I should've just shot him from one of the rooms in the building. No one would've seen me, but no idiot; you had to go to the roof…why a roof in the middle of the day? How fucking clichéd can you get! Fuck it, no use crying over it…let's just get this done and get that blank check, David reflected as he placed his eye back on the scope again. It would be easier if I could just snipe the watchmen on the roof, but there's so many, the rifle would be out of ammo by the time I'm through half of them.

"Good afternoon everyone," Benny said through the microphone as everyone started cheering. "It's great to be back in the neighborhood I once grew up in…"

David kept a firm, tight, grip on the rifle aiming his sights straight at Benny's head. He had his finger gently rubbing against the curved trigger, beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, his hands felt hot as he stared at Benny continuing to talk. He kept his head straight, his body stiffened, and his eyes through the scope, as he inhaled sharply and aimed. Say goodnight Benny. As he pulled the trigger, something flashed by his scope. A quick flying object passed by him causing him to flinch, throw off his aim and worst of all, pulled the trigger upon flinching.

PHUNT!

The sound of the rifle went off as David's eyes widened and saw that it didn't hit Benny but one of the bodyguards sitting just a few feet from Benny instead. The bodyguard cried out in pain as he fell down holding his stomach, alerting the others to shield Benny. The guards on top of the roofs across from David started scoping out where was the shooter, while David himself ducked down bewildered at what happened.

"How in the blue hell did I fucking miss?" David wondered as he saw the flying object that caused it…a bird. "Beautiful, just fucking beautiful!" he yelled as he came out from his cover and aimed down at the bodyguards shielding Benny and fired multiple times.

"What the hell is going on!" Benny demanded

"Sir, we might have an…" Before one of his bodyguards could even finish what he had to say, one bullet drove right into his skull causing him to slump on top of him with his brains oozing out of his head.

Han rushed over to Benny, with a P226 in his hands, and paranoid as hell. "We need to get out of here right away!"

One of the bodyguards on the roof saw someone shooting downward at the stage and squinted. "That bodyguard over there…he isn't wearing the same color suit."

The second bodyguard radioed in on his earpiece, "Han, I think we found the gunman!"

Han looked stunned. "Have that man eliminated!" he yelled on his earpiece.

"Yes sir," The bodyguard replied as he raised his TMP submachine gun over David's direction. "The assassin is over there! In that building on the roof, spray the roof down now!" All twelve of them raised their weapons up and started shooting at the roof with automatic gunfire. "Three of you head inside there and take him down."

The three guards nodded and ran downstairs while the rest of them were shooting at David. David was laying flat on the ground crawling away till he got towards the door. He aimed at one and let off several shots right into the chest of a bodyguard, causing him to fall off the building and crash on top of someone's Mesa Grande jeep.

"Shit I need to get the fuck out of here," David said as he fired several shots into another Triad bodyguard across from him. Hope I don't run out of ammo when I really need it, he thought as he counted in his head how many rounds he fired off, and came up to a total of twelve. Eight rounds left…shit. His mind went back to the task as hand as he saw three of them run up the stairs and shoot at him. David threw himself out of the way, scrambling up quickly, and held the rifle by the barrel as if it was a club. Using all his strength, he swung it towards a Triad's face, breaking his nose, as well as knocking out a couple of his teeth. As he watched the Triad fall to the ground, David flipped the rifle around quickly and shot one of them in the neck, shoulder, and skull. Five rounds to go, he thought as he saw the third one shooting and missing at him with his Mini-Uzi.

Back outside, Han, Benny and the few remaining bodyguards had managed to make towards the limo. Benny leaned over and shouted at the driver.

"Get us the hell out of here!"

The limo driver started the car and started driving off as, people all around where screaming and, running around in a sea of panic. Benny leaned back and winced in pain as he moved forward in his seat.

"What the hell?" Benny said confused at where the pain was coming from.

One of the bodyguards leaned over and saw what the problem was; Benny was shot. One bullet was lodged in his lower back and another was lodged in his thigh. "Sir you've been shot, we need to get you medical treatment."

"Fine…just make sure we get there," Benny coughed as he gritted his teeth from the burning pain. "I want police after him."

Han interjected. "Why the police, I already have my men…"

"Your men fucked up and failed to protect me. I want the police to hunt this guy down." Benny said glancing at Han. "Have all Triads pull out of there and let the police deal with this…individual."

Meanwhile, David fired off two rounds, striking the last thug in the kneecaps and another bullet in his head as the Triad bodyguard fell. "Hah! No scope bitch!" David grinned as he remembered the one of them was still alive with a battered up face. As he turned around to take him out, he saw the thug charge towards him with his fist balled up. He saw the Uzi on the floor and knew he wouldn't have time to grab it, until he saw the pistol the Triad had in his shoulder holster. "Here," David said as he stood his ground and held the M21 in both hands. "Catch!" He tossed the rifle at the Triad, and watched as he grabbed it with a confused look. Fluidly, David reached forward, snatched the FN Five-Seven pistol from its holster, thumbed the safety off and fired off five rounds into the Triad's center mass.

KRAK! KRAK! KRAK! KRAK! KRAK!

As the Triad fell down dead as a doornail, David policed patted some of the Triads down for any ammo. He heard the sounds of police sirens wailing from the distance as he managed to come up with an extra clip for the Five-Seven, and half a clip from the Mini-Uzi. He pocketed the pistol, the ammo, and held the Mini-Uzi in one hand as he started running down the stairs and, out of the back of the building. He was running full sprint down the alley towards the Oracle Johnny was in. "Almost there, almost there." David said as he continued running and saw the Oracle backing up slowly, almost exiting out of the alley. What in the hell, David mused as he continued running. He then witnessed the getaway car pull out of the alley altogether. Oh no…oh, HELL no! "Johnny, wait up!" David cried out.

Johnny ditched David as the Oracle exited from the alley and drove off.

David stood still dumbfounded at what just happened. "He ditched me…that fucking punk bitch ditched me!" David yelled as he heard the sirens blaring once more. Wait till I get my hands on him for leaving me like that, he said to himself as he walked out of the alley and saw several cops pointing their guns at him and walking slowly.

"You in the trench coat! Drop the gun now!" A female officer yelled.

"Put it down now!"

David stared at them and took a step back. He wasn't going to put his guns down for nothing. He continued talking back not sure if they going to chase after him or shoot first. Taking the chance, he turned his foot and started running off back into the alley. Not today assholes…not today.

"We got a runner! Take him down!" One cop said as she brought her gun up and fired twice at David, almost missing him and instead hitting a brick wall. The cops started running after David into the alley yelling for him to surrender.

"Give it up you prick! Just drop your guns and maybe will let you go with a simple beat down!" One officer said pumping his Ithaca 37 shotgun.

David was hiding behind a dumpster gripping his TMP, and breathing slowly. He quickly came out of cover, and fired off several rounds. The moment they heard the gunfire, they began looking for cover. The police officer that was holding onto the shotgun met his fate by having a bullet drive into his face, dropping him on spot.

The female officer hiding behind several trashcans was pissed. "Officer down! I repeat officer down on Shanghai Blvd. Suspect is armed. Going into wanted level three," she said responding on her hand-held radio.

The radio crackled for a few seconds, and responded. "Request authorized. Back up will be arriving in two minutes. Use lethal force if necessary."

The female cop grinned. Got ya now. She brought up he gun shooting at David.

"Fuck!" David shouted as he emptied his sub-machine gun killing two more cops. He tossed the weapon aside, and pulled out the Five-Seven. He then quickly fired off several shots, missing on purpose and thinking that it would make them stay in cover. I gotta get the fuck out of here, he thought as he started running down the alley and towards another exit. He continued running and exited out of the alley seeing people still running and screaming. Probably from the gunshots, he wondered. He sprinted towards a woman running towards her car; a royal blue 2008 Buffalo. He then saw her reaching for her keys and, sprung into action. "I'll take those!" David said as he grabbed the keys from her.

The innocent woman screamed bloody murder as she struggled with David. "Let go of my keys, you maniac! HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

David didn't have time for this as he swung the pistol, and clunked her against her head. It wasn't a strong hit, but it was good enough to make her dizzy. As she fell to the ground in a daze, he quickly snatched the car keys and got inside the car. "Thank you," he said as he closed the door. The suede interior felt soft to the touch as he quickly buckled up and, started the engine. The moment he did he heard a gunshot followed by the windshield cracking in front of him. He quickly snapped up to see what was it and, couldn't believe what he saw.

Fifteen police cars forming several barricades, twenty police officers armed with Remington M870P's, H&K MP5's, and full body armor. There was also another Maverick helicopter joining the other copter; one of them containing ten N.O.O.S.E. officers armed with M4A1 carbines, and SPAS-12 shotguns. Several lines of rope were being tossed down, followed by the N.O.O.S.E. operatives performing fast rope decent towards the warm afternoon street.

"THIS IS THE DAYTONA CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT!" The same female voice shorted over a bullhorn.

"AND THE NATIONAL OFFICE OF SECURITY ENFORCEMENT!" Another voice shouted from a bullhorn as well, only it came from the helicopters.

"STEP OUT OF THE BUFFALO, AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP…THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING! IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY WITHIN THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS, WE WILL USE LETHAL FORCE!"

"SO GIVE IT UP YOU LITTLE SHIT, BEFORE WE RIP YOU APART!" The voice in the helicopter

David stared at them and, couldn't believe the ultimatum he was given. Surrender and possibly be mortally wounded by some cops itchy trigger finger. Or not give up, and tell them to fuck off, only to be slaughtered without hesitation. "Great fucking choices," David said aloud.

"TEN SECONDS!

David was slightly nervous while at the same time trying to make his decision. "Come on David…think of something. You went to college, and graduated...think of a plan."

"FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…"

"You know what…fuck it," David smirked as he made his choice. He set the gear into drive and, like a maniac, drove straight towards the barricade. Laughing like a hyena, he quickly ducked his head down as well as lowered the seat down, and prayed he'd make it.

"I don't fuckin…OPEN FIRE!" The female police officer yelled.

In one thunderous roar, the sound of automatic gunfire filled the entire street. The Buffalo was peppered with bullets; its side mirrors blasted off, the front tires shot as well as its hood was shot to hell. But it kept continuing to drive towards them at full speed, being shot at.

"Jesus Christ, he's gonna ram us!" The female cop screamed as she high-tailed it, followed by the rest of the cops yelling and, running out of the way.

The N.O.O.S.E. officers quickly made it to the sidewalk, and continued pouring rounds into the car, hoping to at least get in a headshot. One of them dropped his carbine, and brought up his shotgun and fired off a twelve-gauge slug into the back tire of the car.

"Oh, God!" David cried out as the car was getting out of control. He slowly peeked out and saw he was seconds away from hitting the barricade. He turned the steering wheel hard and braced himself as the Buffalo crashed into the barricade and flew several feet, barrel rolling in the air. "FUCK…YOU!" David screamed as the car came crashing down, and barrel rolled several more times before it crashed into a fire hydrant, coming to stop.

The Buffalo was smoking ruin, full of holes, upside down and shattered glass. The police cars were in a wreck as well as one of them blown up, followed by another. The police stared in astonishment as they saw the blazing inferno of more police cars.

"No way in hell he survived that," The female cop muttered as she stood up and walked towards the smoldering cars slowly with her gun in her hand. The rest of the police officers followed in suit, readying their weapons at the first sign of trouble.

David's heart was racing, as well as his breathing, as he slowly unbuckled his seatbelt, and opened the door. He slowly crawled out, coughing and gasping for huge mouthfuls of air. He couldn't believe it; he survived. Somebody up there fucking loves me, he thought. He went into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out his Five-Seven, thumbing the safety off, seeing the police officers coming towards the cars. He inhaled sharply again and, fired the remaining six bullets. He couldn't see them that well due to the smoke, be he managed wound two, and kill one of them.

She fell down hard holding her side, as she couldn't believe a bullet managed to go through her armor. "Goddamnit! He's alive?" The female cop said surprised. She tapped on her small radio again. "I have an officer dead…one wounded, myself…included. Need paramedics. Suspect has destroyed several police cars, and has assaulted police officers…including resisting arrest…requesting an increase on wanted…level."

The radio crackled and a voice came on. "Accepted…Increasing wanted level…to five."

"You hear that boys…we're going into WL5! Hunt him down!"

David heard as well and was in deep shit. Unless he could get out of their radar for a while, police, N.O.O.S.E., and the FIB would hunt him down. Great…just great, David thought as he saw the helicopters moving towards him.

"There you are punk!" The helicopter pilot said on the bullhorn.

"Hey I can see my apartment from here!" Another voice said loud enough for it to pick up on the mic. "That's the suspect? Nice clothes buddy!"

"Shut up and, man the fuckin' gun!" The pilot yelled feeling embarrassed that everyone around the area heard that.

David stood up, but only for a moment as he felt his ankle throbbing in pain. This is getting worse…first I fucked up the assassination, Johnny ditches my ass, and now I got the law after me…fuck! I knew I should have spent time with my mom instead of this. Quickly reloading his Five-Seven with his final clip, he did the best thing anyone in this situation would do, as he slowly inched his way towards another alley.

Run like hell…

To Be Continued...

Author's Note- As of today, I am going to set the rating on this to M. Last thing I need, is to have this story removed cause, of something I 'violated'. But yeah, I got to thinking when writing this chapter; David has had quite a flawless run so far in this story, why not throw him off his lucky winning streak right here and see what happens in the next chapter. I mean, NOBODY'S perfect. Not even David DePalma. A badass yes. A flirt yes. A caring son yes. But not perfect...I know, I know. I left yall with a cliffhanger...I'm quite the evil SOB aren't I? Hahaha! Questions, comments, suggestions are welcome. So stay turned for more Hollow Point, and have a Happy 4th of July! ^_^ *goes and shoots off some bottle rockets*