Disclaimer- I do not own GTA or any of the characters, weapons, cars, songs, however I do own the characters I created including the story. So don't sue! Thanks!
A/N-Well, folks, it's here again, and with good timing too for New Years Eve! Here's Chapter 28! Read and enjoy it! :)
The food arrived just in time as David finished his third glass of wine. David thanked him and, started eating a little bit. Much to his amazement, the food was actually great. He began eating more as the band just started playing 'Spanish Rumba' by Carlos Santana.
Damn, this steak is good! David thought and he cut a thick piece with his steak knife and put the food in his mouth. He couldn't remember the last time he had a steak that was this tender. While he was eating, he glanced at the knife and saw that it had a serrated edge on the blade and it was small enough to be a concealable weapon. He finished his steak, thinking to himself to wrap the knife in a few napkins and carefully placed it inside the pocket of his blazer. Once he was finished, he went back to eating his potatoes.
Back outside Pablo and the rest of the crew finally arrived. They all parked near the rest of the cars, and all got out. Pablo was now relaxed and calm down, after he went into his pocket and took two quick sniffs of a small, thin, vial of cocaine. Once he saw that everyone was accounted for he motioned for everyone to start heading to the ship.
"Once we pull away from the dock, spread around and keep a sharp eye for everyone accounted for. That killer could be on the ship." Pablo requested wiping his nose.
"We already did a check, and so far, no one was carrying any weapons of any sort." One of the thugs explained as they walked.
"Still, keep a damn lookout." Pablo demanded as they started walking up the ramp.
Back on the ship, David finished his meal, and stood up. He saw one waitress finish taking a couple's order. "Excuse me miss, do you know where you can show me where the bathroom is?"
She rolled her eyes and pointed. "It's over at the aft of the ship."
"Thanks," David nodded as he walked out of there and began wondering around the ship. I'm going to need more than this steak knife if I'm going to do any kind of damage here. And with the number of innocent bystanders on this ship, there's going to be all sorts of panic.
David continued walking around and saw two suited Cuban Cartel thugs talking in Spanish. He could barely make up the words as he leaned against the wall and eavesdrop. Making himself less suspicious, he pulled out his cell phone, pretending to make light conversation on it.
"Any word on Pablo showing up?"
"Yeah, he just showed up. Paranoid as fuck," The second Cuban Cartel thug said chuckling.
"You better watch what you say in front of Pablo. You know he'll throw your ass off the ship, and make you swim back to the mainland."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever,"
"Matter of fact, your ass is supposed to be checking on the stuff down in the engine room!"
"Fuck you man, I was just about to head there."
Both guards went on their separate ways, while David placed his phone back into his pocket and followed the guard who was supposed to go to the engine room. David was fifteen away from the guard as he walked in slow steps and, kept looking behind him every few seconds making sure no one was following him. He stared down at the suited thug, reaching into his inner pocket and pulling out the steak knife.
Alright, you suit and tie wearing, 'I wear my sunglasses at night' motherfucker…show me the way to the stash, David thought as he saw the man make a left turn. David waited for a few seconds before continuing on his little stalk. He then noticed the guard stop midway, and slowly began to turn around. Fuck! David panicked as he saw an open room and quickly sidestepped in.
The guard turned around scratching his head. Nobody was behind him, as he stood there confused for a few seconds and, shrugged. "Must be seeing things. Shit, I gotta lay off the weed," He said as he continued on walking.
David slowly stepped out and saw that his prey was on the move again. He continued walking slowly as he, unwrapped the tissue around the blade of the knife. He then pocketed the tissue with one hand and, kept a firm, hard, grip on the handle of the knife. He watched the guard walk down a flight of stairs and saw that, the stairs were noisy with every step the guard made. Oh, that's just great. Noisy fucking stairs? Why don't you have security cameras around and throw in a couple of laser tripwire sensors while you're at it? And just for shits and giggles, why not throw in a thirty foot mechanized robot and, a plot with more twists and turns than the freeway in Los Santos!
David decided that he had to risk it and continue stalking the guard down till he reached his objective. Lucky for David it was just a small flight of stairs leading lower into the depths of the ship. He slowly made a small step towards down the stairs while holding onto the rail tightly. He kneeled down gently and saw the guy taking a cigarette break. I think it's best to snuff this guy out right now. I'm probably down in the engine room already.
The guard pulled out a cigarette and patted himself down for a match, but he couldn't find anything. Not even a lighter. He groaned in frustration as he leaned against the wall and continued looking for a match. He was unaware of his predator sneaking up behind him.
"Shit. What I would give for a fucking light right about now." The guard sighed in desperation."
"Here, let me help," David said as he approached the guard with quick speed.
"Who the…" Before he could say another word, the guard watched his enemy bring up the knife.
David pressed the knife against the guard's neck and pulled back hard, slitting the man's throat. He then twirled the knife around and sliced the guard's neck again, only from the opposite side.
The guard struggled to breathe as he felt David cover his mouth and pinch his nose, keeping him from breathing. His knees felt weak along with the rest of his body as, he fell down the ground, his life about to pull away from him.
"Don't fight it…don't even try to fight it asshole," David muttered to him and he rammed his head against cold, metallic floor a few times. He continued pinning him, looking around to see if there were any witnesses around. He lucky enough to see that no one was around except him and the man he killed. David let the dead man go and began patting him down quickly. "Come on. I know you got a gun or something on ya," he said ruffling through his pockets, and felt a gun he had tucked in his waist. Finally! Something useful, he thought with a smile as he pulled it out and it was a RG-14 .22 caliber revolver.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," David seethed. "Over a billion guns in the world, and I'm stuck with something that should be used as a starter pistol!" He quickly stood up, kicking the dead body hard in disgust. He had a better chance with the steak knife than a .22. He examined the gun and saw that it was already loaded and had a few extra rounds. He shook his head aggravated, till saw small bathroom and decided to hide the body inside, by dragging it and locking it inside the bathroom. He then noticed some of the blood left from the dead man's neck and, went into his pocket for the napkin he had the knife wrapped in and, quickly cleaned it up. He tossed the bloody tissue out of sight and, pocketed both weapons. The two were going to have make due till he had something heavy hitting. "Shit, I feel like a stick up kid with this crap," he muttered
David continued walking around looking around for the engine room, till he saw several people yelling and talking to each other while the radio was playing. He tried to listen to what they were saying, but only to come up with garbled nonsense. They're drunk, David realized, as someone walked up behind David, pressing the barrel of an Ithaca 37 shotgun against his head.
"The fuck are you doing here?" The thug said pissed off, pressing shotgun against David's head harder.
David tensed up as he felt the barrel pressed against his hair. One wrong move and the walls were going to be coated with David's blood and brains. "Hey, I was just…well I was looking for the bathroom ya know. Had one too many earlier," David lied and laughed, hoping this guy would buy into his story.
"What makes you think the goddamn bathroom is here?" the Cuban thug demanded.
"Look, I got lost alright? What can I say?" David chuckled.
The guard looked at him skeptical and went into his walkie-talkie. "Bridge, this is Carl, I'm down in the engine room. Yeah, I have one of the guests down here. Says he's lost and can't find the bathroom."
David saw the man turn his body a bit exposing himself, and went into his pockets. He went for the knife holding it tightly, as he quickly pulled it out and caught the man by surprise, by jamming it right into his stomach. He quickly stabbed him again, causing the Cuban thug to drop the shotgun on the floor and, clutch his stomach screaming, "Shit, now everybody down here heard him," he said rolling his eyes as he grabbed the shotgun and pumped it one time. Locked n' loaded, David thought as he went into his pocket and shot the thug in the face with the .22 revolver. The thug fell to the floor twitching, while David took cover and waited for one of the Cuban workers to come out.
One of them holding a Beretta glanced on the floor of his fallen buddy. "What the hell is going on!"
He looked up to see David come out of hiding and fired at him sending white, hot, twelve-gauge buckshot across the way, and land right into his chest, exposing his vital organs, as he collapsed to the cold metal floor. He turned around to see if anyone was coming down the stairs to hear what was going on, but so far no one showed up. Good, gives me enough time to find where the engine is at and sink this ship, he thought as he saw two more of them come from out the room and take pot shots at David.
The bullets missed David and flattened against a steel pipe and against the wall, as the two thugs were firing from MP40 sub-machine guns that were in very poor condition. Both of them were yelling obscenities at David, spraying the entire hall way with gunfire. The two of them weren't even aiming as; David only stuck only the shotgun out and fired. The weapon kicked back hard, almost flying out of his hands but, David held on to it with a firm grip. Only one of them caught the twelve-gauge blast as it struck his face, sending him to the ground, ending his life.
His friend quickly stared at his friend, and a sudden rush of fear came over him. He dropped his gun and made a beeline towards the stairs, only to have David swing the shotgun like it was a baseball bat, towards the thug's stomach. The Cuban dropped to his knees gasping for air; only to have the barrel pressed the twelve-gauge weapon right in between his eyes.
"Blink and you're dead," David said pumping the shotgun once. "Where's the engine room?"
"Uhh…umm…no comprende."
"Bullshit!" David smacked him with the barrel of the shotgun against his head. "I bet I blow ya foot off with this, you'd understand a little better. Now talk!"
The man nodded and pointed. "Down…the, h-hallway, an-and the s-s-stairs. C-can't miss it."
"Thanks," David said as he struck the Cuban thug across the face with the shotgun, causing him to black out. "Down the hallway and down the stairs…into the belly of the beast I suppose." He patted the thug down for a short moment and came up with a loaded Beretta. "You don't mind if I borrow this for a while do ya?" David jokingly asked as he laughed and, pocketed the weapon. He ran up to the other thug and grabbed his Beretta as well, after wiping off the blood off from it on the dead guy's pant leg. He also acquired two extra nine-millimeter clips. He thought for a moment if he needed the knife and shook his head no. He had enough ammo to take on the thugs on the ship. Once he was ready, he made his decent towards the stairs, not knowing he was stepping into.
Back up on the bridge, Pablo had walked inside seeing that everything alright. The ship had already pulled away from shore, and things were looking at their best. One of the crewmates walked up to him with a look of fear on his face.
"Sir, we have a problem." The crewmate said.
"What is it?" Pablo asked looking at him.
"Sir, I was on the com, and there seems to be a slight problem down on the lower third floor."
"Probably just slight interference," Pablo said unassumingly. "Nothing to worry about. Maintain course."
"Sir…there was gunshots." The crewmate said.
Pablo glared at him. "Are you sure they were real gunshots, or someone playing a video game or watching TV?"
"It was Carl sir. After he screamed, a few more gunshots were heard followed by someone talking…sounded Italian."
Dios! He's on the fucking ship! I thought he wouldn't be able to get onboard with all of the security checks, Pablo thought. His worst fears were coming true. The hitman was onto him, and with no way off the ship, except for a forty-five foot plunge in ice cold water.
"Pablo is everything alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Listen. Have the workers down there to hunt this perro down as well, and when you do, kill him." Pablo said determined to get this hitman once and for all. He shouldn't even have a weapon on him, and if he does, what does it matter? Every worker on the ship is armed with at least something. Lets see if this cocksucker has what it takes to reach up here, Pablo thought again, as he chuckled.
Back in the lower halls of the ship, David was slowly making his way down the stairs towards the engine room. The sound of the ship's caterpillar engines were loud, but inside the large area, were several workers; most of them wearing masks and handling various chemicals and powders. While they were working, there were several more workers, keeping watch, while holding different types of guns. David walked down the stairs calm and cool, while he pointed the shotgun at the ceiling, and fired. Everyone turned around and stared at the lone gunman who fired, while David just stood there with a shit-eating grin.
"Hey there! My name's David, and I'm here to make your night a living hell if ya don't mind!" David said loudly in Spanish as he pointed the shotgun at one worker and pulled the trigger, blowing the man's face off. David quickly pumped the shotgun and fired upon one worker who was carrying a Mini-Uzi but missed.
The worker fired his gun one-handed, spraying nine-millimeter bullets towards David. He screamed as he tried to kill David.
David tossed the shotgun quickly and, whipped out both Beretta's while sliding down the rail on his back shooting at multiple enemies. Two bullets went into the Mini-Uzi wielding thug's neck, while one slammed directly into a workers forehead, and another in his crotch. While he continued sliding down, he waved the pistols to the other side, and sent bullet after bullet, striking at two workers in the chest and another armed guard in his arm.
The second he landed on the ground, David quickly pocketed the pistols, and ran for cover towards the nearest metal table. He flipped it over and ducked down, reaching over and grabbing the Mini-Uzi, and blind fired, hoping he would kill off any more people. To his amazement, he crippled a worker's legs, sending him reeling to a cache of weapons.
"You pricks are making this too easy on me!" David yelled. "Come on, step it up!" He emptied the Mini-Uzi at a passing worker's back, causing him fall to the floor, twitching.
"Die, you fucking asshole!" One worker said as he snatched up a Tec-9 and, shot at the large metal table where David was hiding.
"You first!" David yelled back as he jumped out of cover. As he dived, everything went slow motion for him. He pulled out one of the pistols in his coat pocket, and aimed straight for the thug's stomach. As he hit the ground with a painful thud, he pulled the trigger, pumping four rounds into his target.
The thug's eyes widened as he felt the bullets tear into his flesh and into his intestines. The submachine gun was out of his hands and he slid down to the floor, creating a streak of blood against the wall. Mustering what strength he had left, he slowly reached out for his weapon, only to have David step on it and point his Beretta dead center at the thug's face.
"Nope," David said as he pulled the trigger casually, sending a nine-millimeter piece of hot lead into his face, piercing skin, cartilage, meat, and eventually his brain. When he was finished, he ejected the magazine, and put in a fresh new one and felt a heavy thump against his shoulder and fell down. One of the workers snuck up behind him and cracked him with an aluminum baseball bat. David collapsed in total shock and incredible pain. He screamed out in pain, as he quickly turned around and saw the man that did it, go for another swing. "Guess again asshole," David grunted as he aimed his Beretta at the workers leg and pulled the trigger.
The worker felt the bullet as he staggered back, letting go of the bat and fell down crying in pain. He crawled towards it only to feel a thump against his back, followed by several more thumps, which turned out to be hollow point bullets entering and tearing his insides, including his spine. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, as he laid still.
David grunted in pain still as he rubbed his shoulder. He felt like his shoulder was dislocated after it was struck against him. He looked around and saw that there was no one there, but him, an arsenal of guns, explosives, drugs and chemicals. David's lips formed into a smile as he stepped over a dead worker, and sauntered over to an open crate. He pulled out a M4A1 Carbine including several clips of ammo for it. The weapon looked brand spanking new as he slammed in a clip, and cocked the weapon. Finally, a real weapon, he thought.
David turned a bit and bumped his foot on another wooden crate. Inside was a large crate of chemicals and several small brown packages with the letter 'C' on them. "Cocaine I bet," he wondered as he tore open one of the packs and saw white powder spill out on the floor. The moment he set it down, a hail of bullets slammed right into a wall, causing David to jump and let go of the package. As he let go of it and grabbed his new weapon, some of the contents of the package hit his nose, as he inhaled, and went for cover.
"Aim at him you fucking moron, not the stuff! You want us to blow up?" One worker said he shot at David with his Ruger Mini-14, and missed.
David coughed violently as he tried to wipe the stuff off his face and saw what it was. Cocaine. David freaked out. HOLY SHIT! How…how the fuck did I get this shit on my face? My face wasn't even near that stuff to snort…oh, damn! David coughed again, as he quickly turned around and sent three single shot rounds into a workers stomach, and went back into cover. He looked up and saw the man carrying the Mini-14 look around and tried to aim at him. He tapped the trigger once, and blasted his enemy's kneecap off. The man fell down screaming in pain as he tried to get up but, fell down hard, after David shot him point blank in the head. "Shut up," David said sounding annoyed. He coughed again, as he tried to wipe the stuff of his face. It was the first time he snorted cocaine…involuntary of course.
With no workers around, David looked around and saw a small container of plastic explosives and a small detonator. "Lucky me," he thought as he acquired all six small bricks and quickly examined them. Each C-4 brick had a small microchip inside it along with a couple of wires, and black duct tape as well so they could stick. He threw each of them at some of the crates that contained stuff that was flammable. When one would stick, there was a small beep letting him know that it was armed and ready to blow. He then tossed one C-4 brick, into a large crates filled with chemicals, which contained a jug that said 'Ether' on it along with several bottles and vials containing various liquids. He took the last one tossed it over to a small area that had barrels of gasoline by it. These Cubans were really stupid putting everything explosive and dangerous in this one area…it would be funny, if it wasn't so pathetic…who the fuck am I kidding, he thought as he laughed out loud and, started walking out of the engine room, holding onto the detonator and slipping it into his pocket.
Back on the bridge, Pablo was rocking back and forth in his seat, waiting to hear some kind of good news. In one hand was a bottle of Hennessey and, in the other hand was a loaded Calico Liberty 100 machine pistol. The entire crew was nervous, wondering what Pablo's next move was. Pablo was thinking the same thing while he took a swig of his drink and, sighed in depression.
The helmsman walked over and, tried to take away the bottle from Pablo gently, only to feel the barrel of the submachine gun pressed against her ribs. "Sir," the helmsman asked gently. "I think you've had quite enough."
Pablo glared at her hard. "Fuck you," he seethed.
"But sir, may I suggest that you put the bottle down and, relax in your quarters?" she asked again sincerely.
Pablo stood up, looking at her smiling, causing her to smile as well. His smile fade really fast as he, smashed the Hennessey bottle against her face causing her to shriek. As she fell to the ground, holding her face, and gritting her teeth from the stinging pain, everyone else was getting petrified. "And I suggest that you shut the fuck up, and get back to your post!"
One of the crewmen helped her up and walked her over to her chair, while the helmsman was weeping from the agony of glass fragments embedded in her face.
"That goes for the rest of you!" Pablo yelled, causing everyone to rest to turn around and focus on their duties. He plopped himself back in his chair stared into space; wondering of the problem he was having down in the ship.
Back down at the ship, David encountered three workers armed with AK-47's. Each of them continued to fire, while David was behind a steel door for cover. He stuck out his M4 carbine, and fired off several rounds, hoping to snag one of the bastards shooting at him. He didn't score a hit but he did realize that two of them ran off while one struggled to reload. David came out of hiding and, saw the guy staring at him in horror. David grinned as he raised his weapon up, and watch the man turn around and try to make a break for it, but the thug was too slow. David shot him in the ass as well as in lower back and, legs.
The thug yelled as he tumbled to the ground flat on his face. Muttering in Spanish, he slowly got up, gritting his teeth from the hot lead that was now in him, until he felt something press against the back of his back.
"Where's Pablo? And you better have a fucking answer!" David demanded.
"He's on the bridge…" the Cuban thug's words trailed off.
"There a radio or something I can talk to him?" David asked.
"In…the kitchen. Lemmie go, I got a girlfriend, and a mistress on the side! I don't wanna leave them!"
David ignored his plea. "You're going to show me the way, so let's go for a little walk." With that, he grabbed a fistful of the Cuban thug's hair and started dragging him while holing onto his weapon like it was a lifeline.
The thug was yelling and struggling as he tried to make David let go. "Hey! Hey asshole! Let me go, that shit hurts!"
"Shut up," David said kicking him. "You think I'm pulling your hair so it doesn't hurt?"
One Cuban thug was hiding behind several crates. Armed with only Walther PPK, he tried to be brave and pop out from cover. "DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH! DIE!" The Cuban cried as he fired several shots at him but completely missed.
David blinked and couldn't believe any of the bullets made any kind of contact to him whatsoever. He didn't bother saying anything as he simply shot the thug in the head, and continued dragging his victim towards the kitchen.
The place was a mess, as the paint of the walls was peeling badly. Several bowls of what looked like refried beans and rice stood still on the tables. While there was an old Sprunk vending machine with its lights flickering on and off, there was an old radio set along several stacks of dirty dishes. The radio looked like it was in need of some serious repair as parts of it were slightly rusted.
David made a face and threw the worker down on the ground. "Can this work?"
The worker looked at it for a few seconds and said, "I can try to make it work. But, who would you want to talk to?"
David smirked at the question. It was the one place where Pablo would probably be cowering with plenty of people watching his back. "The bridge, and hurry it up." David checked his weapon as he heard the multiple footsteps heading his way. He raised his carbine, welcoming them to their deaths, with a hail of bullets and a smile.
Back on the bridge, one of them crewmen heard a string of beeps on the radio. Everyone was quiet, while Pablo stood up and glanced at the radio.
"Sir…we got a call…its down in the kitchen." The crewman said as uncertain.
"It better be good…on speakers." Pablo said, getting up and walking over to the controls.
The instant the crewman flipped the switch; everyone on the bridge was tuned into the sounds of automatic gunfire, followed by screams, and a man laughing hysterically. There were cries, pleas and, begging in Spanish as everyone heard the madness going on down there.
"HOLA PABLO!" David yelled cheerfully. "This is your friendly neighborhood hitman David. Responsible for the deaths of Ramon, and Marco…well, Marco had a choice between me killing him and jumping to his death. Does that count as me killing him? " He quickly ejected the spent clip and inserted a fresh one. "You ought to come down here man! We're having one big fucking fiesta down here, aren't we guys!" He shouted as he sent several rounds into a Cuban thug's chest, causing the guy to drop hard. He saw another one trying to hide for a few seconds near a collapsed table and make a break for it. David chuckled at the man's stupidity and shot him in the back. "Jeez Pablo, do any of your men know a thing or two about body armor? Cause seeing them not wearing any, and cutting them down to size…well, shit, it's pretty damn funny to me!" David laughed hysterically as he continued firing his gun, killing more members of Pablo's crew. His smile then faded as he inched up to the radio and got serious. "Tell me, can you hear 'em Pablo? The sound of these guys begging to live? The sound of this gun ripping 'em a new one? You are going to join them when I come up there!" David said pointing the carbine at a bloodied man desperately trying to crawl away. "HEY! WHO IN THE FUCK SAID YOU CAN LEAVE THE PARTY!" David yelled as he walked up and grabbed the guy that led him to the kitchen by his hair once again. He then threw the guy against the counter and pulled out a Beretta while, keeping the M4 Carbine trained on the door in case anyone tried to get in. "Beg!"
"What?"
David was starting to lose his patience as; he shot the worker in his ear. The bullet quickly tore off the earlobe, leaving the worker falling to his knees screaming. "I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING BEG!" David yelled. He quickly got close to the man's face and sent a hard backhand against his face while yelling, "STOP CRYING, YOU FUCKIN' PUSSY! IT'S JUST YA EARLOBE I SHOT OFF!"
Pablo was close to pissing on himself as he heard the man now crying out in sheer pain.
"P…Pablo…h…help…us. He…he's fucking c-c-c-c-razy! P-leese…we...ne-n…need…"
Before the guy could say another word, David silenced him with a bullet. Everybody on the bridge heard the booming noise of the gun and, flinched. Pablo was biting his lip, while the rest of the crew were shocked and sickened from the carnage David was bringing. One crewmember that was in the corner was shaking after hearing the man plea and, then immediately threw up. Some of the crewmembers felt the same way. They jumped when they heard the gunshot followed by David shrill laughing.
"Holy shit…Pablo, you should've heard him. Screaming and crying like a little bitch! Just like you will in a short while.' David said laughing as he looked at the dead Cuban thug. "You know I'm coming for you, so do me a favor, and stay where you are." With that, he took a step and fired at the radio, destroying it in the process.
Everyone on the bridge covered their ears as the radio went into a loud pitch of static. Everyone went from being nervous to just plain appalled, Pablo especially. The entire bridge was dead quiet, as everyone looked at each other as if they were mentally saying, 'What are we going to do now'.
Pablo then broke the ice. "I want everyone to stay here and prepare for David to arrive. I want to give that fucking dago the surprise of his life."
One of the crewmen spoke, "Wait a minute. He said he was coming for you, not us!"
Pablo looked at him; taken aback from him just told him. "I don't care; I don't pay you guys to just run away. Besides, it's just one man. Do you understand? ONE GODDAMN MAN!"
"And that same one man, just wiped out most of our crew! I'm not gonna fucking stand here and have that maniac waste us all!" The crewman got up and was heading towards the door. "I'm outta here!"
Gritting his teeth in aggravation, Pablo, pointed his Calico and shot his crewmember several times in his back. The crewmember turned his head slowly looking at Pablo, coughing up blood and struggled to make it towards the door some more. Pablo walked up to him and pointed his weapon.
KRAK! KRAK! KRAK! KRAK!
Four rounds entered into the man's body, tearing up muscle, kidneys, as well as severing his spine, killing him quickly. Everyone now saw the intensity that Pablo had. He would drop anyone that would run away from him.
"You see that? Do you see what just happened?" Pablo yelled. "Next person tries to run off, is getting their face rearranged, got it?"
Everybody nodded.
"It's just one man people. One fucking guy," Pablo said trying to show some confidence to his crew.
Back down, David managed to grab a couple of clips for his Beretta as well as for his M4. When he was done, he went to his cell phone and went through his list of contacts till he found exactly the person he was looking for and waited for the guy to pick up.
Brett was fixing the sights on an AR-15 when he heard his phone go off. Grumbling, he set the rifle down and picked up the phone. "Yeah, who is it?"
"Brett, it's me, David. Listen I need your help."
"Hey David," Brett said cheering up slightly. "How can I help you for tonight? Interested in some explosive tipped bullets?"
"That actually sounds pretty good. But, no, I'm gonna need you to pick me up in the Maverick." David requested as he peeked his head out into the hallway.
"Where are you going to be at?"
"I'm on a ship, bout a few miles past Fleetwood Docks. It's a fairly big ship, so you can't miss it, and in case you can't I'll shoot a flare up for ya." David said hanging up. Pocketing his phone, he walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards the stairs. He stared at a small layout of the ship and studied it for a few seconds noticing where the bridge was located. He walked upstairs, looking upward to see if there was anyone waiting for him. He had enough surprises for one night. He then saw a chef sneaking out o the kitchen, carrying a bottle of wine with him.
The chef looked shifty as he kept looking behind his back, while struggling to open the bottle of wine. He stopped in the middle of the stairs trying to pull the cork out but to no avail. "Why won't this bottle open? Come on you little fucker…open!"
David walked up till he was right in his face. "Need a hand?"
"Yeah, that would be…ahh!"
David lashed out a hand, choking the chef, and let the bottle of wine fall on his foot. "Don't talk, just listen."
The chef nodded.
"You're going to take me to the bridge so I can give your captain a visit. You scream for help, I'm going to show you what your insides look like, after they're blasted out of you, got it?" David demanded.
The chef nodded again, scared of his mind.
He quickly bent down grabbing the bottle, and handed it to the chef. "Good. Now, lead the way, don't be nervous, and remember; this gun is loaded." David reminded with a smile.
The chef walked slowly. His knees were buckling due to stress of having a weapon behind him. He then turned to a hallway, and stopped, quietly mumbling to himself for a few seconds.
David jabbed him with the barrel of the gun. "If you got time to mumble, you got time to keep walking." He noticed a security camera as they walked and moved up by it and smacked it hard breaking it. Don't need anyone seeing me coming up there, he thought.
The chef jumped feeling the barrel, and continued walking. David looked around wondering if there was anyone ready to ambush him. So far there was no one around. He watched the chef make another turn to a set of stairs.
"He's up here. Can I go now?" The chef asked politely.
"No. Go up," David commanded.
Doing as he was told, the chef slowly walked upstairs. When they reached up, there was a small corridor and a door labeled 'Bridge'. David saw another camera and moved it the other way. The continued walking till they arrived in front of the door, the chef was holding the bottle of wine fretfully.
"Nervous?" David asked noticing the chef shaking in his shoes.
"Yeah…" The chef said.
"Good," David said turning the wheel to open the door.
On the bridge, Pablo heard the door opening. His eyes widened as he motioned everybody to be quiet and to draw their weapons out. He pointed his weapon at the door along with everyone else. Pablo kept picturing David walking in, and being gunned down unexpectedly. Just the mere thought of it made him snicker.
The door slightly opened and stayed like that for a few seconds, till the door suddenly swung open hard and a figure walked in.
"NOW!"
Pablo and all fifteen of the crew came out of hiding, showed no mercy, as they unleashed hell…on the chef. Bullets of different types tore into the chef's body, tearing into the wine bottle, shattering it into fragments. The force of the bullets slamming into the chef caused the man to stagger back against a wall. He stared into space; his eyes slowly rolled up to the back of his head, and his mouth was open unusually wide, but only due to two bullets that tore into the side of mouth.
Pablo's grin stopped as he saw the person drop dead in front of them. "Stop shooting!" Everyone stopped as he saw who the person was. Pablo walked over, kicking the brass casings away, and gazed at the dead man's body. His eyes shifted to the broken bottle, as he picked it up. As the spilled wine mixed with the dead chef's blood, Pablo stared at the bottle and at the chef's face. "Oh no…"
"Yeah, I know…great guy. Too bad he was bait." David said kicking the gun out of Pablo's hand. "Tell me dickhead," David said as he walked in pointing the carbine with one hand at Pablo's face, and holding the detonator in the other hand. "What's it feel like to be in your shoes?" He glanced at one of the crewmembers pointing their Sig Sauer P224 at him. David shot a glance at the brave crewmember and shook his head. "Don't even try it." With that, he raised the detonator up.
"What the hell is that?" one of the crew asked.
"Glad you asked that," David grinned. "I'm holding a detonator. With a simple press, all of your chemicals, explosives, solvents, and anything labeled 'explosive' and whatnot, blows up. Now I'm not sure if it would blow up the entire ship or just tear a gaping hole into it, your guess is just as good as mine. So, do me this one good favor and I mean it when I say this…drop the guns…all of you. My beef is with this prick of a captain you got here, not any of you."
From then on, everyone stared at him traumatized. David was calling the shots here and he meant business. He could see that the crewmembers weren't the thuggish type at all, just regular workers earning a paycheck, and forced to hold a gun. Several seconds had passed and no one said anything either out of fear of getting their heads blown off, or having David press the button, whichever came first. The crew looked at each other and nodded as each and every one of them dropped their guns while walking away, leaving the two alone.
"Hey! You're not supposed to leave me! Come back! Get back here now!" Pablo demanded, fighting tears as he watched them look at him shaking their heads. The last person to walk by was the woman that he slapped before with the bottle. She walked by and kicked him in the ribs, grinning for what about to take place.
"We are good few miles away from the shore. You might make it if ya swam for your life." David said turning his head to the people leaving. As David turned his head, he felt a surge of pain he hadn't felt in years.
Pablo punched him in the groin.
David gritted his teeth, and nearly dropping the detonator, as he saw Pablo run behind the captain's seat and take potshots at him. Only one bullet grazed his thigh. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU'RE IN FOR IT NOW!" he yelled as he kicked the door hard, shutting it. He tried to block out the pain as best as he could, but the pain from getting kicked in the nuts was unbearable. He ducked down and flipped a metal desk to use as cover. He set his M4 to full auto and blindfired, hoping Pablo was dumb enough to peek and, get shot in the head. He emptied the entire clip, and started to reload his weapon.
Pablo grabbed his Calico and started shooting at the metal desk. "Come on out you cocksucker!" he screamed as he pointed his weapon, firing it off endlessly with reckless abandon. "You wanna board my ship, kill most of my crew, wire the place with explosives, and threaten to take me out? You better fucking kill me before I do David!"
"Hey, be glad I didn't kill any of the guests!" David retorted back, coming out of cover and shooting at the chair, taking a huge chunk of it. "But if you want me to kill you that badly, I'm happy to oblige. Just stay still so I can make it happen!" He appeared out of cover and continued peppering the chair with indomitable precision, tearing the seat apart, till he hear Pablo yell and fall down.
Pablo was struck in the chest, stomach, and arm. Blood gushed freely from the wounds as he scrambled to reload his weapon. His hands were trembling as he looked up and saw David approached him with an angry gaze that made him wish it were all a dream.
David swung the butt of the carbine against Pablo's face, knocking out two of his teeth. He wasn't finished with him, as he raised his foot and with tremendous force, stomped down on Pablo's crotch. The entire bridge echoed with Pablo shrieking like a woman. "Doesn't feel so great happening to you, now does it!" David yelled as he raised his foot up. "Oh, stop it. Be lucky I only stomped you in the nuts, instead of blasting them off!"
It took Pablo a brief moment to muster enough energy to talk. "What do you want from me?" he cried. "I don't know anything!"
"Yes you do. Don't even try lying to me Pablo…it's beneath you," David said as he pressed his foot down on Pablo's crotch some more. "Where does Luis live?"
"If I told you he'd have me killed!" Pablo cried out, coughing up blood.
"Buddy, I'll kill you if you keep up the bullshit, and not tell me what I want." David said sternly. "Now where does he live?"
"I don't know…" Pablo said looking down.
"If you insist," David said looking at him and toying with the detonator, while glaring at him with a stare that would make anyone have him hauled to the closest padded room. Without warning, he pressed the button on the detonator, and in an instant the bottom of the ship rumbled violently throwing the two of them in separate directions. David hit his head against the door, while Pablo was thrown and was slammed against a bulkhead.
Within moments, people were shouting and rushing by one another to head to the lifeboats. Panic and chaos ran around on the ship, while David smirked at the detonator he had just pressed.
"Well…I guess we all didn't get blown to kingdom come. You should be proud of my handiwork!" David snickered. "I bet right now water is gonna be rushing up faster than you can scream."
Pablo freaked out more than ever as he struggled to get up but kept falling down. "Oh my God! We gotta get out of here! Now! You gotta help me…please! I'm sorry for what we ever did to you or ya brother; just get me the fuck of here!" Pablo was struggling not to break down in front of his enemy, but he was near the edge.
"Well, you tell me where Luis is, and I might let you get out of here." David said, getting up and nearly losing his balance as he stood on his feet.
"Wait, you might?" Pablo said as he shook his head in worry.
"Yeah, I mean, you did have your crew try to shoot me when I came up here."
"But that was the cook!" Pablo yelled as he felt the ship started leaning to one side.
"Yeah but those bullets were meant for me," David said as he sidestepped towards the door. "So where is he?"
"He lives in Little Cuba! Now help me get out of here!" Pablo pleaded.
"Not good enough. Where exactly is he?" David said getting irritated. "I'm in no mood for games with you right now and, since this ship is sinking at a pretty fast rate, you don't have the luxury to act dumb with me."
"It's on Willard and Maltese avenue. It's a mansion! There, I said it, now help me out you fucking lunatic!" Pablo screamed.
Willard and Maltese, alright then, David thought repeating to himself. "Well thanks for the info." David said walking to the door and started opening it.
"Hey, wait! You promised me you'd get me out of here!"
"I didn't promise you shit. Besides, you think I'm going to let you leave, knowing you would pretty much tell Luis that I would be looking for him? How dumb do you think I am Pablo? Really, be honest."
"We had a deal!" Pablo protested.
"I said maybe I'd let you out, have fun crawling your way to the door." David said as he started leaving. He then heard something that surprised him a bit. Pablo was crying.
"Come on man…don't leave me here man! Please...I can't swim…you hear me? I CAN'T FUCKING SWIM!" Pablo was now sobbing admitting his little dark secret.
David stopped halfway from exiting the bridge and looked at Pablo weeping and choking back long tears, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Wait a minute…wait one goddamn minute. You own this ship…well most of it since it's sinking, but anyway, you mean to tell me that you have no idea how to swim at all?" David said sounding surprised.
"Yes I don't know how…help me out of here. I don't wanna die like this…please man. I promise, you'll never see me again. I'll get out of this city and never bother you. You have my word." Pablo pleaded wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Yeah right," David said unmoved by his promise as he glanced and saw a flare gun as well as a few flares, and snatched it. "Have fun drowning," he said walking out of the room. He could hear Pablo crying more and, begging David to come back for him, but he continued to ignore it, and started running near the lifeboats. Dropping the carbine, he pulled out his cell phone and redialed for Brett. He held onto the flare gun and phone as people were screaming, yelling, and pushing each other to get to the lifeboats.
The phone rang again for several seconds "Yeah?" Brett said as held the control stick in one hand and the cell phone in the other.
"Brett, its me, David. I'm out on the deck…where the hell are you?" David said starting to sound a bit worried.
"I'm almost there. There are a few ships out here but nothing like you mentioned. Too dark out here to tell." Brett said looking around.
"Well then," David raised the flare gun and fired sending a bright red flare high in the air. "Now, can you see where I am at?"
Brett noticed the flare reaching upward and then started falling down, only for another one to be launched up in the air. "Wait a sec…I see where the ship is! Hang in there trooper, I'll get ya out of there!" Brett hung up the phone and took the helicopter towards the spot.
Back on the ship, David fired off the last flare, and tossed the flare gun aside, hoping Brett would make it in time. "Shit, this ship is sinking a bit faster than I thought," he said aloud.
One of the crewman saw him and shouted for his attention. "Hey, aren't you heading to the lifeboats? The last two is about to be filled up!"
David shook his head no, "That's alright. I got other means of getting out of here!"
"Suit yourself!" the crewman yelled back and headed to the lifeboats.
David suddenly heard the sound of a heavy rotor blade as he looked around, wondering where was Brett at. He then glanced and saw a Maverick helicopter coming towards the ship. Finally, he's here! Time to get the hell off this ship, David thought as he jumped down, waving his arms up and down. "HEY! DOWN HERE BRETT! OVER HERE!"
"I see ya buddy!" Brett said on a loudspeaker. He slowly lowered the helicopter down towards the deck and opened the slide doors.
Not wasting any time, David ran towards the door and jumped inside. He quickly slid the doors close and buckled up. "Punch it Brett!"
Brett nodded and worked on the controls as the Maverick lifted up and pulled out of there. "How ya feeling?"
"Tired…just very tired." David said sighing. He went to his cell phone and dialed the number to his brother at Club Sugar Daddy. He would be thrilled to find out where Luis was hiding. He waited for several seconds before he heard a female's voice.
"Hello?" Cathy said sitting on the edge of the desk. She was half dressed, wearing her panties and her high heels.
"Cathy, it's me, put Randy on the phone." David said wearily.
"He's out cold right now, want me to give him a message?" Cathy asked as he glanced at Randy snoring, at his desk, asleep.
"Tell him that it's done…he'll know exactly what it means. Also, tell him to check it out on the news if he can." David immediately hung up the phone and, yawned.
"Want me to take ya home?" Brett asked.
"Yeah…just let me catch a couple winks before we…do…get there," said David falling asleep peacefully, as the Maverick headed towards the mainland.
A/N- Well there you have it folks! I decided to show just how crazy David can get on a ship, including how stealthy he could be with just a knife in the beginning. Including after accidentally snorting cocaine, on how even MORE crazy he ended up to be, killing a bunch of people on the ship, while cracking jokes about it and switching to be dead serious, and so on. The bit where he brings up the 'I wear my sunglasses at night' joke, is from 80's song with that same title. The bit where he complains to himself about the noisy stairs and the mech and all that, was a reference from a really good video game (the reference is so easy to guess, I won't even bring myself up to even say it haha.) Any thoughts or idea you think I should have, just let me know, and I'll work it out to the best of my knowledge. Stay turned for more, don't forget to reply, and have a Happy New Year! See you in 2011! :D