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.
A/N-Here's Chapter 25! Enjoy! ^_^
"All available units…be on the look out for a suspect. Suspect is around six foot, very well built, olive colored skin complexion. He is wearing a cream-colored trench coat, as well as matching beret. Suspect is believed to be the one responsible for the attempted assassination of Benny Tao, as well as the death of several police officers. Suspect is armed and considered to be very dangerous. Situation is now under Wanted Level 5…please stand by for FIB orders…"
Keep running...just keep on fucking running! David thought as he continued running, feeling the pain of his ankle as he held the Five-Seven tightly in his hand. He was on his final clip, and on the run. His best bet was to call up someone one and have them pick him up as soon as possible before they gunned him down. Running out of the alley, he made a turn down Blowfish Way, while pulling out his cell phone. He kept jogging while reaching into his pocket for the phone, hiding behind a parked car, while pointing his gun at the corner he just ran out of in case they were following him. He then, dialed the number for Randy's phone and waited for several seconds before some 80's pop music came into play.
"Hey if you're listening to this, that means I'm a little bit busy at the moment. Or I'm just too lazy to pick up the phone, so leave me your name, number and…"
David hung up, getting upset. He then saw several figures showing up from the alley and fired off two shots. One of the figures was an N.O.O.S.E. operative as he caught both to the cheek and dead center in his neck, and slump onto the ground. The others officers witnessed their comrade-in-arms cough up blood and die.
"There he is! Open fire!" One officer shouted out, as they all kneeled down, while raising their M4A1 carbines and opened fire.
The car David was covering from behind was being hammered with rounds, causing David to perform a shoulder roll towards another parked car and ducking from gunfire. He then brought up his hand, while ducking down and fired off three more times. None of them made any contact, but it was enough to make his enemies duck down for a brief moment. It gave him a few more seconds to run across the street, while turning around and saw them coming out of the alley shooting at him with reckless aspiration.
One guy panicked as he stumbled into David, and caught four rounds directly into his lower back. He cried out as he fell on the street bleeding. Another innocent was caught in the crossfire as a teenager ran right into the middle of a stray round to his shin, from an N.O.O.S.E. officer.
David continued running, feeling a bit sorry that a couple of innocent bystanders were being cut down in the process, but it was either them or him, and he wasn't in any mood to die anytime soon by a bunch of macho pricks who thought they got respect just because they carried a bunch of guns, and lifted a couple of weights. He decided to make another turn towards Leffert Street and stay on the sidewalk. Switching from his gun to his cell phone, David started making another call. He was thinking of calling up Lilly but it would useless since she was already singing at the Starlight Lounge. His next bet was to call up Alan, as he scrolled his number down on speed dial, and waited for him to answer.
"Come on," David pleaded as he heard the faint sounds of the FIB cars coming in. "Pick up the damn phone." He said as kept looking behind him every three seconds, paranoid as ever. The phone continued ringing for five more seconds, until he heard the voicemail. Not wanting to hear another voicemail message, David hung up again sighing miserably. To make matters worse saw three FIB Buffalo vehicles up ahead making a stop in the middle of the street.
Two FIB agents from each Buffalo car stepped out quickly. While three of them were carrying HK MP5/10 submachine guns, the other three were wielding Ithaca Stakeout twelve-gauge shotguns. All six of them were wearing long sleeve shirts, along with bullet proof vests, black slacks, black baseball caps with the words 'FIB' etched in the center in white and black sunglasses.
"There's the fucker!"
"Take him down!"
To David's left was a large Chinese restaurant called Mr. Fuk Rice Box, and wasn't that busy. Only way, David thought as he scrambled towards the restaurant. A host then approached him.
"Um, hi, sir, would you be eating for here?" The host said questioningly. He looked through the windows to see what was going on.
He turned around and saw the FIB agents running for him. "Nah, I'm having mine to go," David said as he pulled out his Five-Seven and fired of several more rounds into one FIB agent. Each 5.7mm round tore into the agent's vest, and tearing into his vitals, dropping him like a heavy stone. The other agents aimed carefully as David ran into the kitchen and shot at him. One 10mm round narrowly hit David's earlobe, and instead, went into small jade dragon statue.
"EVERYBODY DOWN NOW!" One FIB agent yelled as he raised his Ithaca Stakeout and fired off a twelve-gauge slug in the air.
As everyone in the restaurant began ducking down panicking and screaming, David ran into the kitchen looking for a back door. He quickly snatched one of the cooks and yelled, "Where's the back door here?"
The cook was overcome with a sense of fear mixed with stuttering gibberish. "I-I…uhh."
David slapped him across his face to snap him out of it. "NOW!" He wasn't in the mood for anyone's bullshit as he heard the agents running for him. The cook couldn't really say anything as he only pointed showing where it was. Not trusting him for even a second, he grabbed him as a hostage dragged him along. "Show me the way, and you better be right, or you're going to be learning how to breathe with a bullet hole through your neck."
The cook quickly nodded as David continued dragging him along, while looking to see if the remaining five agents were after him. He heard one of them speak out loud as pressed the gun against the cook's ear.
"You three cover the entrance, one of you stays here and make sure these people are safe, and you come with me." The squad leader said he pointed to each agent on what to do. All five nodded and broke out of formation. "You see that asshole; shoot to kill. Do you hear me? Don't hesitate for even a second!"
Shit, David thought as he heard their little plan. To make matters worse, he could the Maverick hovering above the restaurant. Fuck, they got the roof covered. "Which way outside? In plain English this time," David demanded, but not loud enough for the agents to hear.
"Right over there…just down the hallway, past the loading dock…please…I got a son…please don't…"
"Alright, alright," David said shutting the cook's up mid-sentence. "You're not going to die…alright?"
"Oh…thank you…thank you so mu…"
Before the cook could finish thanking him, in one fell swoop, David let him go, spun him around so that he was facing and, punched the cook hard in the stomach, knocking the out of him and finishing it up by socking him in the face. The cook fell flat on his back, groaning out in pain, but alive as David promised.
David stepped over him and started jogging off, heading towards the hallway. "He hoped that no one was around as he made it outside. There were only six when the saw me…and I shot at one of them…they probably called for more backup…goddamn Johnny, why did you leave me out here? Is it something I said or what? David's mind was swimming with questions and thoughts. Standing still thinking them over wasn't going to answer any of them at all, so he decided to make a final attempt to call someone he wouldn't even think of. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed rapidly.
"Brownstand Auto's, how can I help you?" The receptionist asked in her thick New Yorker accent.
"Gina, listen to me, is there an Asian guy there?" David whispered as he held the phone against his shoulder and checked his Five-Seven. He pulled the clip and ejected the bullets quickly including the one in the gun by pulling the slide back. Three rounds…just my luck. "Is he there Gina?"
"Yeah he's been sitting for a while getting his car repaired. Real nice fellow, he asked me if…"
"Put him on the phone now," David interrupted, as he started loading the bullets back into the clip and shoved it back into the gun.
"Yeah, who is this?" Thomas asked.
"Thomas, get your car out of the shop and bring it over here over by Mr. Fux Rice Box in Chinatown on the double." David said pulling the slide back, readying his weapon.
"But they still haven't fixed up on the paintjob!" Thomas complained.
"I don't give a shit if they haven't installed the speedometer, or the seats. Get your car out of there now, and explain to them my situation. They'll gladly stop and give you the keys."
"But I was talking to this secretary…"
"I don't fucking care Thomas. Now move it, and make sure it has a full tank." David said quickly as he quickly hung up. He thought up of a quick plan as, he and ran towards the loading dock and headed outside. Behind him, was the sound of two FIB agent's footsteps zeroing in on him. He saw a door leading out and, kicked the door open, making enough noise for the agents to take notice and follow him. He nearly fell to the ground as the pain in his ankle started to throb again. Oh, no…not now, David thought as he stepped outside and limped to the side waiting for them.
Both agents heard the sound of the door. One of the agents was a woman holding an MP5/10 aiming at the open door. The other one was a male gripping on his shotgun breathing heavy.
"Take point," The squad leader said as his partner nodded and moved up towards the door.
As she slowly walked outside, she could hear the sound of the Maverick still hovering covering the roof, and looked up for a few seconds. The moment she looked down and turned the opposite direction, she was met with a solid punch to the face, and fell down on the ground hard.
The squad leader heard the loud thud as stared outside. "Tabitha? You ok?" The squad leader said through his radio. He slowly took steps bringing his shotgun up. "Tabitha, respond." He then stepped outside as looked down and saw his partner down on the ground knocked out. Surprised to see her down on the floor, he knelt down to check on her and realized, her weapon, and two of her clips were missing. Before he could even react, he felt the steel barrel of the submachine gun pressed against the back of his head.
"Don't fucking move." David said holding the weapon against the agent. "Can that Maverick see us?" David whispered. "Nod for yes, or shake your head for no."
The agent shook his head no.
"Good…take your radio out." David said continuing to whisper. To make matters much easier, he leaned down and pulled the sidearm he had tucked in a holster in the small of his back, as well as the one by his shoulder and, pocketed them. "Don't even bother trying to reach for her gun. Already have hers too. Drop the shotgun including the vest while you're at it."
Doing as he was told, he asked. "You think killing me is going to solve a goddamn thing?"
David blinked thinking about it.
"Look around you. FIB, N.O.O.S.E., and the DCPD, are onto your ass like flies to shit…snuffing me out is only going to piss them off even more." The squad leader chuckled.
David didn't answer for the moment until he snatched the radio and turned the volume down a notch. "I know that…which is why my federal friend, you are going to trade clothes. You wear mine, I wear yours. Simple as that."
"And when my partner gets up, then what? She'll know that it was me!"
David chuckled. "Yeah, you're right about that." He pulled out the .45 caliber handgun he took from the squad leader and, fired.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Three fresh bullet holes were steaming from the top of his partners back. The female agent stayed still, blood oozing out of her like slow running faucet. David's nerves were calm and collect as he fired at her again.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Four new bullet holes entered into her lower back this time. The squad leader stared in a mix of horror and disgust as he stared at David. "You fucking bastard."
David rolled his eyes. "Same thing will happen to you. Matter of fact…"
The walkie-talkie interrupted David as someone on the line was speaking. "Sir! We just heard some shots fired. Respond."
David tossed the gun and the vest into an open dumpster. He then, pressed the barrel of the MP5 at his head again and handed him the walkie-talkie. "Well, don't keep them waiting. Answer it…and come correct."
The squad leader nodded as his hands trembled turning the volume up a bit. "It's alright, I thought I saw him and panicked a bit. Still checking the place out."
The radio crackled. "Sir, I can have the rest of the team with you in less than thirty seconds."
"No! I mean…just…stay in your positions in case he tries to head over there. I can handle this." The squad leader said trying to remain calm.
"Rodger that…holding positions."
David grabbed the radio and turned it off. "Smart man…just for that, I won't snuff you out."
"Is that right asshole?" The squad leader mumbled only to be hit upside the head with the MP5.
"Don't get cute prick," David replied as he walked by him. His foot touched up against something as he looked down and saw it was a half a roll of duct tape. His brain started working as he thought of another plan as he kneeled down to grab it. He then, pulled out the other pistols, including the dead FIB agent's gun, and tossed them in the trash. When he was finished, he pulled out the Five-Seven and fired off the last few rounds. He then wiped it down and then walked over in front of him and handed it to him. "Here, hold this."
"Why are you giving me this?" he said looking at David confused.
"Shut it, you're giving me a migraine," David snapped. "Now hold it with both hands." The agent nodded as he held the gun with both hands only for David to wrap the agent's hands, wrist and the gun to make sure it wouldn't fall out of his hand, with the duct tape binding him. He then taped the agent's mouth and took a step back looking at him. He then took off the trench coat and beret.
The agent tried to talk wondering what he was trying to do but everything he said sounded muffled.
"Stop talking and keep still," David replied pulling the trigger and putting a ten-millimeter bullet into the agent's kneecap, shattering it in the process. The agent screamed and groaned. David ignored his cries as he quickly took off the trench coat, and did a final check to see if anything was in there. Nothing…good, David thought as he covered the man's shoulders with the coat. "Hope you like coat. Least I could do for shooting ya," He laughed as he took off the cap and tossed it away, replacing it with the beret. When he was done dressing the agent, he turned on the radio and fired off more shots from the MP5/10. He then, tried to imitate the agent's harsh voice. "I found him guys! He's in the back. I have an agent down!" David grinned staring at the squad leader who realized what David was doing. "I repeat, agent down!" He then shut it off, wiped it down and threw it against the wall shattering it. Next, he fired off more sounds from the submachine gun in the air while walking over to the dead FIB agent. Fluidly, he placed the weapon into the dead woman's hands and wiped it down. "Well…that's that."
The squad leader's eyes widened in horror as, he heard his team come out from the back and yell. At the same time, David threw himself on the ground, acting like a helpless bystander.
"Help! This man has a gun! Help me!" David yelled at the top of his lungs, moving out of the way and pointing. "He shot that woman and he's going to shoot me!"
"FIB!"
"SURRENDER NOW!"
The squad leader couldn't believe what was going on. All those years of mental, and severe physical training, didn't prepare him for what was going on. He didn't think his team was that gullible into believing that he was the killer. He was now sweating bullets as he tried struggled the get the tape off of his hands as, he turned around trying to remove the tape.
"PUT THE GUN DOWN NOW!" An agent yelled as he trained their sights on him.
The squad leader turned around staring at David again then, back at his team as he finally broke the tape off his hands. The moment he tossed the tape to the side, he reached for the tape for his mouth he heard two words that he thought he would never hear from them.
"DROP HIM!"
The four of them fired at him. Ten-millimeter bullets, as well as twelve-gauge slugs, tore into the squad leader's face, head, as well as his chest. He twisted around staggering, and was shot several times in the back, as the bullets entered and began tearing up his spine. The agent fell to the ground; bloodied, twitching, and dead in front of David. David was in shock as his eyes looked up at the agents aiming their guns up.
"Hands up!" One of the agents yelled training his sights on David.
Putting on a performance, David started whimpering. "Hey look, I was waiting for my date to show, and I had to take a piss man! And then the shooting happened and I tried to hide and this fucking guy finds me and, tries to mug me…I didn't do anything w-w-wrong man, just don't k-kill me please!" David cried out as he pretended to cry in front of them.
"Alright, alright, shut up kid. We just wanted to know to know if you were injured." Another agent said lowering his weapon.
David hesitated, but was still in character. "Uhh…yeah, I'm alright. Just a sprained ankle and, a headache from all this shooting going on."
"Can you walk?"
"Yeah, a little bit." David said as he got up.
"Alright, now get lost." The agent said seriously. He then went into radio and started talking. "Units to dispatch, suspect is dead. I need a meat wagon to have this body bagged and tagged."
"Any idea where's the squad leader?"
"Beats me…he probably chickened out or is contacting dispatch too someplace…hey, didn't I tell you to get the fuck out of here kid? Beat it!"
Nodding David limped away looking at the dead agent they shot up and shook his head. Damn…and that was a nice coat, he thought as he quickly got away from the scene. As soon as he got away from them, he grinned like a cat catching a bird. I deserve an Emmy for pulling off that bluff, David thought as he chuckled. Pulling out his cell phone, he tried calling Johnny again. Several rings and, still no response, David thought. Fucking bastard isn't picking up. I bet I know where he is. He then heard the loud roar of an engine as he turned around and saw Thomas's Bullet GT drive down the street and, stop by the curb.
As the car windows slightly rolled down but, only stopped halfway. "What the hell happened here?" Thomas asked as he looked around and saw a few police cars as well as ambulance vans.
"A bunch of bullshit," David muttered as he opened the door and got inside. "Don't worry about it. Just drive me to the Starlight Casino, and step on it." David buckled up and started thinking while, turning on the air conditioning. Lilly told me she would be singing over at the lounge. Knowing Johnny, he would be there acting like he's there for her…fucking prick leaves me to fend off the cops, N.O.O.S.E., and the goddamn FIB of all things…I can't wait to see the look on Johnny's face when I get there.
It didn't take Thomas that long as he drove right in front of the casino parking lot. It was crowded and lively as David looked around for a bit. Thomas, turned off the AC, and yawned. "You sure you don't want me to come in there with you?"
"No, as a matter of fact, you did well." David commended him.
"So, I get to keep my car?" Thomas said confidently.
"Not really," David said in basic terms. You're such a hot shot racer, you're going to tell me how much the winnings are at each race you go to, so I can calculate what you owe me. You're then going to collect the winnings, and pay me every week. Eighty percent for me, twenty percent for you."
"Can't I get thirty percent?" Thomas asked. "I mean, I like to party man!"
David was in no mood. "I'll dock the shit down to five percent if you're going to piss me off."
"Alright man chill. Twenty it is." Thomas gave in.
"Good, you start today. Now go race and make me some money." With that, David got out of the car, and slammed the door shut. He began walking inside determined to find Johnny. What he would do when he found him, he didn't know yet. He continued walking, pushing people out of the way, while looking around for Johnny. He wasn't around the tables, the slot machines, or at the buffet. Irritated, he continued looking around and headed towards the lounge. He saw someone standing outside the door, followed by a sign saying 'Private Party'.
The guard looked at David walking and stopped him. "Hey man, no one is allowed inside."
David ignored him and unhooked the small velvet rope, only to have the guard put his hand on his shoulder. He shot a glance at him and quickly grabbed his hand. His mind was going through what should he do to him, and in two seconds, he broke three of the guards fingers. As the guard cried out in pain, David sent a brutal haymaker towards the guards face, followed by a hard right hook to his gut knocking the wind out of him.
He then opened the door and walked inside. The faint smell of cigar smoke was in the air as David looked around. There wasn't anyone except for several people he could see over by a table. He heard a piano playing a bit and saw Lilly on stage humming a few bars. He leaned against the counter at the bar and continued looking around. He saw Alan sitting down playing blackjack with a few unknown assailants of his. Across the table was two people sitting down; one of them drinking, the other one talking. It was a bit too dark to see who the two people were but David was going to find out. He continued walking to see who it was for a few short seconds and couldn't believe who it was.
Johnny and Paul.
David felt a rush of anger and could barely contain any sort of tranquility. His hands were balled up into fist as; he started envisioning himself beating the living shit out of Johnny for what he put him through most of the day. And David was going to make that into a reality. He started off by knocking down a table getting their attention.
"Who the fu…" Johnny stopped as he turned around and saw an extremely pissed off David. "How did you manage…I mean, hey, what's up?"
"You…ditch me…" David said shaken with rage. "YOU FUCKING DITCHED ME!"
The pianist stopped playing, and everybody stared at the two of them.
"Look…I know…you're upset." Johnny stammered a bit.
"Upset? UPSET!" David yelled. "I get upset, when I used to be late for school. I get upset, when I got a flat tire. I used to get upset when Daytona City Dolphins lose a game. But this…no…I'm not upset. I'M PISSED!"
"Johnny what the hell is going on here?" Paul demanded.
"David is bitching," Johnny explained. "Again." He said with a Machiavellian smile
David lunged for him. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" David screamed as he ran towards him.
"Ah, shit!" Alan chirped, as he ran towards David. He was lucky enough to grab him as he started holding him back. "Easy fella, it ain't worth it!"
David struggled. "Let…go! Goddamnit, let go of me!"
"Alright, alright that's enough!" Paul yelled his face was getting slightly red as he stared at the two of them. "Now, what the hell is going on David?"
David took several breaths trying to collect himself and cool down. "I went on a job with Johnny here."
"Where?" Paul asked.
"Chinatown…"
Paul cut him off and pointed to the pianist. "Take a break." As the pianist got up and started walking, he then turned to David. "As for you, I want you to relax right now."
David nodded slowly, still upset from earlier. "I'll try."
"Don't try. Just do it." Paul said firmly.
"Well Johnny and I were supposed to do this hit in Chinatown. It went bad, and when I ran to Johnny to reach to the car, he ditches me, leaving me to defend my damn self against a bunch of cops including the FIB. I had to shoot my way out just so I can make it." David said while glaring hard at Johnny who was smirking. "With the promise of giving me a blank check for a safehouse."
Johnny's smirk quickly went away.
"Wait…you were the one the news was talking about? That assassination flop with Benny?"
David nodded slowly.
Paul's eyes shifted looking at his son. "You left him there?"
Johnny scoffed. "Look pop, I may have left him but it wa…"
Paul slapped him with the back of his hand dead center in Johnny's face. "THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" he screamed. The sound of the slap echoed in the lounge, making everybody flinch. Even Lilly was shaking a little bit from how pissed off Paul was. "How the fuck can you leave him out there!"
"The fuck does it matter!" Johnny yelled. "The man isn't a real Forelli to begin with! Him or his goddamn brother!"
Paul grabbed him and stared in his eyes. "You listen to me. Those two may not have the name like you and I, but they still work for us, and we don't leave our men behind under any reason. You seem to forget, we hardly have any soldiers on our team. We need all the help we can get right now, and I for one, won't have you abandoning anyone. Got it?"
Johnny was hesitant but he quickly nodded, fearing his father would slap him again. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry!"
"Don't be sorry, you little shit…just don't ever do it again. I find out you pull some shit like this again, I'm cutting you off. No questions asked." Paul pushed him away and went into his pocket. He pulled out his small bottle of his blood pressure medication and opened it. As he popped two pills into his mouth and crunched on them, while Alan handed him a glass of water. When he was finished drinking, Paul stared at his son shaking his head in shame, while breathing heavily. "I swear, Johnny…you're going…to be the death of me."
"Look dad I said I was…"
"Just leave Johnny. I call you later to discuss about your actions." Paul said in a dismissive tone.
"Yeah…sure." Johnny said feeling hurt as he walked away. He shot a hateful stare at David as he walked passed him. "Lilly, let's go!"
Lilly heaved a sigh, walking off the stage and, followed Johnny. The place was filled with silence except for the sound of her high heel shoes clacking with each step. She glanced at David and quickly winked at him, happy that he was alive and well.
"Move your ass Lilly! Now!" Johnny yelled.
Lilly hurried. As the two of them left, Paul's composure was steady again. He sat down and started drinking his water. He offered David a seat, to which David accepted. "Listen David, my son may have his head up his ass every so often, but on behalf of my son, I'm very sorry that this happened to you. Really, I am sorry for what you went through."
David was quiet. He knew what Paul was trying to do, but it would take more than that for him to even start forgiving. He then saw Paul went into another pocket and pull out a checkbook and wrote down everything. He then handed it to David with open kindness. "What's this for?" he asked
"You earned it." Paul said simply.
"But I fucked up, and you once said you didn't want any fuck-ups now that I'm with you guys."
"Good point," Paul shrugged. "But it's better for you to have fucked up and be alive, rather than pulling that job and getting yourself killed by the damn feds."
David agreed and pocketed the check. "Point taken."
"My son made a promise. Forelli's always make sure that we stick to them. On top of that, it wasn't right of him to just abandon you like that. I swear on his mother, may she rest in peace, if it wasn't for the fact that he was my only son, he would've been killed for that." Paul said certainly. "You need anything to eat? Anything to drink at all?"
"Actually, I was going to go visit my mother. Thank you though," David said, taking the check and got up. He looked at Paul who was breathing heavily still. "You going to be alright?"
Paul nodded sure of himself. "Yeah, I'll be alright. Just a little winded. I'll be alright."
David nodded and started walking leaving Paul and Alan at the lounge. He pulled the check out of his pocket. It was a check for seven thousand dollars. He could finally get that safehouse that he always wanted. As he pocketed the check, he started thinking on how Johnny was when he left and he would he would probably do. Probably nothing, other than bitch about it to his girlfriend…still I better watch my back…something tells me I won't be working for him for quite a while till this blows over…or till he apologizes, whichever comes first. Fuck it, let me go visit my mother. I made a promise so I'm sticking to it…I just hope she doesn't realize the smell of gunpowder on me.
A/N- Originally the chase scene was supposed to have a car chase in there, but I got to thinking "Why not just have him on foot?" Also I decided to pit Johnny and David against each other, but anything can happen in this story. Right now, let's just say they probably wouldn't want to be in the same room together for a long while. Other than that I'ma start working on some of the missions that Paul has for David with the Yardies, including hunting down the right hand man to the Cuban Cartel. Read, reply, and have a great day! :)