Fellow readers...I HAVE RETURNED! I've been busy with a ton of things, work, my birthday back in April, two weddings, and finishing up my creative writing class. I managed to finish up not one but TWO chapters, just to make it up to yall for the long wait! Hope you enjoy them. So onto chapter thirty! ^_^
David walked inside Quentin's office already feeling annoyed. He glanced at the time and, saw it was almost two in the afternoon. "So what's the job?" he asked while he leaned against the desk.
Quentin followed by closing the door and sitting down at his chair. "I have a friend that lives in Tokyo, who requires some parts for cars as well as motorcycles. He was the guy I was on the phone with earlier when you barged in and hung up my phone."
David shrugged, not feeling sorry about what he did. "So, why doesn't he just order the parts online? Better yet, why doesn't he get the parts over there in Tokyo?"
"Because the parts he wants are very specific," Quentin answered. "I had the parts placed in white boxes with a black star on them and they were to be picked up from the postman…"
"But it isn't there." David finished up Quentin sentence.
Rolling his eyes, Quentin nodded. "Correct. They were stolen a few nights ago. According to the security camera, one of the fucking mechanics left the place opened and grabbed them, but the picture is so blurry I couldn't even get a good view of him but, he was on a cell phone and he had on a mechanic uniform. Now I can't just ask everyone where the stuff went, otherwise they would start to not trust me and quit, not to mention the person that really did it, will hightail it."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Well most of the mechanics are Hispanic and don't speak any English, cept for one." He paused for a moment and came up with an idea. "David, wow well is your Spanish?"
David cleared his throat and spoke. "Sí, puedo hablar el idioma muy bien Quintín. Tomé un semestre de que en la universidad. Incluso dormía con una mujer cubana mi primer año, y recogió unas palabras de ella también." (Yea, I can speak the language pretty well Quentin. I took a semester of it in college. Even slept with a Cuban woman my junior year, and picked up a few words from her too.)
"Pretty good…alright, walk around and find out who it is. When you do, I want you get the shithead to confess where he took them."
"Yeah, no problem," David said exiting out of the office. Once he left, he passed the receptionist who waved to get his attention.
"Hey David, your friend, wanted me to tell you that he left just now, and said for you to keep the money, cause you deserve it."
"Thanks." David nodded, and started to leave.
"I don't know how you can deal with that idiot." The receptionist shuddered. "The way he was flirting with me…I bet you, that guy flirts with anything that has a pair of tits and a pulse."
"He's alright. Cocky, crazy, and downright sexist, but he's cool," David said defensively. "Besides, don't you have work to finish up?"
"Eh, whatever!"
He laughed as he exited the lobby and was now outside. David continued walking towards the garage and saw the mechanics. Some of them were busy working; some were just sitting around drinking and talking. David walked in and looked at some of the cars that were around. They had the radio playing on top of the vending machine, so he decided to grab himself a soda and listen in on their conversations, while pretending to listen to the radio and nodding his head to beat of then music.
Alright, let's see if we can't listen on these guys, David thought as went into his pockets looking for a dollar bill.
"Que ver el partido anoche?" (You watch the game last night?)
"Intentó, pero esa perra mantuvo me molesta acerca de sus problemas en el trabajo. Lo único que hace es darle la lata!" (Tried to, but that bitch kept bothering me about her problems at work. All she does is nag!)
"Mira, por qué usted no sólo de su divorcio, entonces?" (Look, why don't you just divorce her then?")
"Porque ella va a tener la mitad de lo que gana el hombre! Además, ella tiene algunos usos para mí, como en el dormitorio!" (Because, she'll take half of what I earn man! Besides, she's got some uses for me, like in the bedroom!)
The two of them laughed, while the vending machine clicked and, whirred and dispensed a can of soda. David knelt down, grabbing his soda, and walked away.
Nope, not either of those two…how about the three over at the broken down '84 Perennial, David thought as he opened his drink and started sipping the heavily, sugary beverage down slowly. Leaning against a workbench, he set his assault rifle down on the bench, while drinking his soda and listening in on the three repairing the station wagon.
"¿Por qué nos han Quentin reparación de este pedazo de basura? Apenas se ejecuta." (Why does Quentin have us repairing this piece of junk? It barely runs.)
"Porque él quiere vender a un tipo que vive en torno a la zona industrial. Así llegamos a solucionar este montón de basura por el cierre. ¿Dónde diablos está Carlito." (Cause he wants to sell it to some guy who lives in around the industrial area. So we got to fix this junk heap by closing. Where the hell is Carlito?)
"Él está afuera, detrás del garaje, probablemente charlando con alguien en su teléfono celular." (He's outside, behind the garage, probably chatting away to someone on his cell phone.)
David finished his soda and nodded to himself. Behind the garage…on a cell phone. This better be it, he thought as he grabbed his rifle. He then walked outside and looked around. All he saw was several cars at a parking lot and, an Asian couple walking to the main office, talking about what kind of car they wanted to get, unaware of the assault rifle David was holding. Tossing the empty soda can in the trashcan; he started walking around the garage quickly. When he arrived, he saw a single person pacing back, and forth, unaware of David's eavesdropping.
"Mira, quiero que el dinero que hemos discutido. Entonces, ¿qué? Tuve que poner mi trabajo en situación de riesgo para que pueda obtener las partes estúpido. Bueno, yo estoy seguro de que Quentin no sospecha que hay una sola cosa en absoluto, y si lo hacía, ¿qué importa? Metí la pata por ahí con las cámaras un poco mientras yo estaba hablando por teléfono con ustedes. No fue nada! Mira, voy a estar allí, está bien, sólo asegúrese de que usted tiene el dinero en efectivo para mí, ¿lo captas?" (Look, I want the money that we discussed. So what? I had to put my job at risk so you can get those stupid parts. Well I'm sure Quentin doesn't suspect a single thing at all, and if he did, what does it matter? I messed around with the cameras a little bit while I was on the phone with you guys. It was nothing! Look, I'll be there, alright, you just make sure that you have the cash ready for me, got it?)
The moment Carlito hung up his cell phone he was started seeing a figure looking at him. He then looked and, saw it was David and started to ignore him as he walked away.
"You got a minute?" David called out in English.
"Oh, lo siento. No sabe nada de Inglés," (Oh, sorry. Don't know any English,) Carlito shrugged, as he started walking away some more.
Smirking, David decided to give him a shock. "Qué le parece que hablo en espanol en su lugar Es eso major? Puede usted me entiende? Apuesto a que puedo." (How about I speak in Spanish then? Is that any better? Can you understand me? I bet you can.)
Carlito stopped and stared at David surprised. His eyes shifted left and right rapidly, figuring out what he should do next. "¿Qué quieres de mí?" (What do you want from me?)
"¿Qué hay de la persona que estás hablando por teléfono con. De hecho, ¿qué me dice de las cajas especiales que usted regaló." (How about the person you were on the phone with. Matter of fact, how about you tell me about those special boxes you gave away.) David lifted the rifle and pointed it at his stomach.
"¿De verdad crees que se supone que me asusta?" (Do you really think that's supposed to scare me?") Carlito crossed his arms, challenging him.
David shrugged. "Vamos a ver." (Let's find out.) Without warning, he hit him with the butt of the weapon across his face, causing Carlito to drop to the ground like a sack of rocks. Slinging the strap of the assault rifle around his shoulder, he grabbed Carlito by the foot and started dragging him to the garage. "Now let's see if we can't get you to confess." David said aloud.
It took David a few minutes, but he finally managed to drag him inside. Everyone looked at their employee, as well as David who was now picking him up and placed him on a steel chair While Carlito was still knocked out, David walked over and grabbed some rope. He then started tying Carlito to the chair, making sure his legs and arms were tied tightly.
The only English-speaking mechanic stared at what David was doing. "What the hell are you doing him!" He shouted.
David looked at him and explained. "He was the one who stole Quentin's special boxes and sold them off to someone…so I'm about to find out who has it. In the meantime, tell everyone else to leave. This might get a bit messy."
Not wanting to know what he was going to do to him, he agreed. "Yeah, no problem."
As the mechanics started walking out of the garage, David walked over to Carlito and slapped him hard across his face. "Despertar." (Wake up.)
Carlito felt the sting as his eyes slowly opened. He then felt another slap hit him across the face, causing him to whimper in pain.
"Oh, por favor. No te golpeó tan duro." (Oh, please. I didn't hit you that hard.) David said coldly, and slapped him again. As he walked around, he stared at his victim; tied up and helpless. "Ahora que te venden las cajas, y no me mientas." (Now who did you sell the boxes, and don't lie to me.)
Carlito stared around and saw that he was tied up. He struggled trying to get himself free but to no avail. "¿Por qué haces esto? Déjame ir!." (Why are you doing this? Let me go!)
David shook his head. "Voy a dejarte ir, tan pronto como me dices lo que quieres oír." (I'll let you go, just as soon as you tell me what I want to hear.)
"Yo no sé nada!" (I don't know anything!) Carlito shouted.
David sent a hard hook, against Carlito's ribs several times, followed by a heavy backhand against the man's face. "¿Qué acabo de decirte? No lo hagas. Mentira. Para. Me!" (What did I just tell you? Don't. Lie. To. Me!) He got close to his victim's face till he was inches away. "Ni siquiera he preguntado nada y ya le están mintiendo a mí? ¿Me veo estúpido Carlito?" (I haven't even asked you anything yet and already you are lying to me? Do I look stupid Carlito?)
Carlito stared at him and spit at David's shirt. He then chuckled. "Chupa mi vierga." (Suck my dick.)
Calmly, David pulled out a tissue from his pocket. He wiped the spittle off his shirt and, raised an eyebrow, as he looked at him "¿Qué es lo que me acaba de llamar? Dilo otra vez. (What did you just call me? Say that again.)
"Tu madre es una puta fea. Tu hermano no tiene la ingle. Ojala que mueras." (Your mother is an ugly bitch. Your brother has no groin. I hope you die.) Carlito seethed. He then started to grin followed by laughing.
David was starting to have options. Should I kill this fucking prick? I mean, yeah I won't know where he dropped the stuff off, but this cocksucking asshole just spat on my shit…this is 100% pure fucking silk! I oughta blow his fucking head off! No, no, no, David. Don't let him get to you…he isn't going to answer you in this way…so let's try plan B. Instantly, he then started laughing with Carlito, only louder, and maniacally while staring at him with a sadistic grin on his face.
The color on Carlito face started to fade as he nervously laughed, worried about what was going to happen to him. He then stopped laughing as was now nervous as hell as he then felt a heavy hit against his mouth, causing him to fall to the floor, while still tied to the chair.
"Let's go for a drive asshole," David muttered as he began unraveling the rope off of Carlito and started dragging him again. He felt Carlito trying to struggle and gave him a swift kick in the nuts. As Carlito yelled in pain, David lifted him up and placed his back, on top of the hood of the Phobos GT. "Lucha de nuevo, y te pego un tiro en la entrepierna. ¿Lo tienes?" (Struggle again, and I'll shoot you in the crotch. Got it?)
"Chinga tu madre puta!" (Fuck your mom bitch!) Carlito yelled cringing in pain.
"Yeah, fuck you too," David said without a care as made sure the ropes were tied tightly. When he finished checking the rope, he pulled out his cell phone, and called up Quentin from his office, while keeping a close eye on Carlito.
Quentin picked it up on the first ring. "Yeah David?"
"Found out who the guy is…I'm going to need the keys to the Phobos GT." David requested.
"For what?"
"Just bring it here," David demanded and hung up before Quentin could say another word. As he put the phone back in his pocket, he stared at Carlito, not saying a single word, making Carlito much more nervous than earlier.
In less than a minute, Quentin arrived at the garage, staring in shock to what David was doing. "Just what in the hell is this?" he demanded.
"This is called an interrogation," David answered simply. "He couldn't answer me, so I'm going to do things my way."
"And what's that?" Quentin asked, questioning David's motives.
"Take our Spanish-talking friend here on a little trip, and get an answer or two out of him." David smiled.
"Or a fucking heart attack!" Quentin yelled. "I know this guy, and from what I was told from his doctors, he has a serious heart condition."
"Yeah, so what?" David shrugged, not giving a rat's ass.
"His heart can go out if he gets overly excited or extremely scared!"
"Again. So. What?" David crossed his arms not caring. "If he values his heart, he'll tell me everything I need to know."
"I just hope you know just what you're doing," Quentin said shaking his head in skeptically. He then tossed the keys to David, and started walking away.
"Trust me," David said catching the keys. "I always know what I'm doing."
"Just make sure he's alive when you get back." Quentin requested.
"He'll be fine…I hope." David snickered as he opened the door to the sports car and got inside. He inserted the key into the ignition and started the car. The pink sports car rumbled as Carlito started moving head back and forth yelling.
"¿Qué demonios? ¿Qué estás haciendo?" (What the hell? What are you doing?) He shouted.
David revved up the engine a bit, while he pressed a button, letting the window on his side go down. "Vamos a dar una vuelta poco agradable. Tal vez que refrescar la memoria, a menos que tengas algo que decir a mí ahora." (We're going for a nice little drive. Maybe that will jog your memory, unless you got something to say to me now.)
"No estoy diciendo que la mierda! No me asusta!" (I'm not saying shit! You don't scare me!)
That's exactly what I wanted to hear, David said smiling as he shifted the car into reverse and, stomped on the pedal. In a hot second, David felt his body, pull back hitting the chair, while Carlito shouted, as the Phobos GT pulled out of the garage quickly. Scaring Carlito even more, David spun the steering wheel, and pulled off a fishbone maneuver.
"Estás loco!" (You're insane!) Carlito cried out and shutting his eyes. He then heard David laughing inside the car.
"Holy shit! That was fun!" David said gleefully. He stuck his head out and called out for Carlito. "Hey, ¿cómo así? Bastante divertido si usted me pregunta!" (Hey, how did you like that? Pretty fun if you ask me!)
"Usted maldito psicópata!" (You goddamn psychopath!)
Heh, you haven't seen how crazy I can be yet buddy, David mused as he threw the gear into drive and held onto the brake. "Ahora tienes una opción. O me dices lo que sabes, o usted y yo vamos a un largo viaje agradable. Ahora, elegir!" (Now you got a choice. Either you tell me what you know, or you and I are going to for a nice long drive. Now, choose it!)
"Le dije a usted...yo no sé nada!" (I told you…I don't know anything!) Carlito shouted.
"Haz lo que quieras!" (Suit yourself!) David said in a sing-song voice, as he let go of the brake and immediately pressed on the accelerator. The car zoomed out of the parking lot and onto the street, as David made a turn nearly colliding into oncoming traffic.
"Que alguien me ayude! Este tipo va a matarme!" (Somebody help me! This guy is gonna to kill me!) Carlito shouted at the top of his lungs.
David laughed. "Sí, claro! Vaya por delante, y gritar! Aquí, yo incluso le ayuda. Ahh! Alguien nos salve! Por favor! ¡Ayúdenos!" (Yeah, sure! Go ahead, and yell! Here, I'll even help you. Ahh! Somebody save us! Please! Help us!) David laughed hysterically as he stomped on the gas once more and, drove down Brownstand at fifty miles per hour.
"Por favor, deténgase. Sólo parar el coche ya!" (Please, stop. Just stop the car already!) Carlito pleaded.
"Usted me va a decir lo que quieres saber?" (You going to tell me what I want to know?) David yelled back, pushing the speed of the car up till they were speeding through the street at sixty miles per hour.
Carlito struggled against the ropes once more but they wouldn't budge. He felt his chest tighten a tiny bit, but not enough to be any serious problem. Gritting his teeth, he finally gave David his answer. "Chinga usted!" (Fuck you!)
Nuh-uh prick…wrong answer, David thought as he turned on the radio and fumbled with the tuner till he found the song 'Mama Papa Tu' by Mongo Santamaria playing. "¿Qué tal un poco de música?" (How about some music?) David laughed as he turned it up and pressed down on the gas some more as he began cutting off cars left and right. He nodded his head and laughed as he heard Carlito screaming for his life.
"¿Qué diablos! Lenta, carajo!" (What the hell! Slow the fuck down!) Carlito screamed feeling his body shift left and right. "Por favor! Sólo lento...lento!" (Please! Just slow…slow down!)
"No, usted tuvo su oportunidad...ahora estás a punto de descubrir, lo que pasa cuando no me digas lo que quiero saber." (Nope, you had your chance…now you're about to find out, what happens when you don't tell me what I wanna know.) David smirked. Hmm…the freeway looks like a perfect place to drive and scare him into confessing. Should have plenty of traffic for me to drive around too…alright David, let's scare the shit out of him!
Cutting off a Bobcat pick-up truck, David took the ramp and entered the freeway. He gripped the steering wheel and without warning, he stomped on the gas pedal till it was touching the floor.
"¡HIJO DE PUTA!" (YOU SON OF A BITCH!) Carlito shouted at the top of his lungs. His eyes went wide as he saw cars coming up quickly, only for David to swerve left and right avoiding collision. "Por el amor de Dios, detente! Detenga el maldito auto! Por favor! Hacer que se detenga!" (For the love of God, stop! Stop the damn car! Please! Make it stop!)
"Usted va a responder mi pregunta?" (You going to answer my question?) David yelled out as he casually cut off motorist on his PCJ-600, causing the biker to fall off his bike and be mercilessly run down by a Mule van within seconds.
Carlito gritted his teeth, and felt his heart starting to beat a little faster. Moments later, he felt it clench as he felt his body shift left and right. "¡Oh, Dios! Mi...mi corazón...me duele!" (Oh, God! My…my heart…it hurts!)
"Así que confesarse, y voy a salir de la autopista y lento este viaje hacia abajo" (So fess up, and I'll exit the freeway and slow this ride down.) David suggested as he made a hard turn, almost crashing into a Linerunner tanker.
Carlito choked back a sob as he felt his heart continue to release and clench. "Yo...no puedo!" (I…I can't!)
"Bueno, creo que voy a seguir conduciendo hasta que confiese," (Well I guess I'll keep on driving till you confess,) David shrugged as he exited out of the freeway, only to enter it again after making a U-turn.
"¡Oh, Dios, otra vez no!" (Oh, God, not again!) Carlito cried. "No se puede hacer esto a mí!" (You can't do this to me!)
"Yo puedo hacer esto todo el día!" (I can do this all day!) David yelled as he brought the sports car's speed up to sixty-five miles per hour. He swerved away from a Greenwood as well as a '92 orange Moonbeam mini-van, causing the two cars to honk their horns in anger at him.
"!Yo no te puedo decir...me van a matar si digo nada!" (I can't tell you…they'll kill me if I say anything!) Carlito protested as his heart kept beating heavily.
David sighed. He had enough of Carlito's bullshit, seeing as it wasn't getting him anywhere. "Mira, estamos en la autopista va en casi setenta años. Por lo que su jefe me dijo, tienes un problema cardiaco serio. Usted estará muerto, antes de quien le dio las cosas a lo haría. Ahora te voy a preguntar una vez más. Después de eso, todas las apuestas están apagadas y puedo cuidar menos si su corazón le da a cabo. Ahora me dan un nombre maldito Carlito! ¿A quién le dan las cosas a?" (Look, we're on the freeway going at almost seventy. From what your boss told me, you got a serious heart condition. You'll be dead, before whoever you gave the stuff to would. Now I'm gonna ask you one more time. After that, all bets are off and I can care less if your heart gives out. Now give me a goddamn name Carlito! Who did you give the stuff to?)
"Yo no sé que...no me acuerdo!" (I don't know who…I don't remember!) Carlito screamed.
"Oh, ¿no es así?" (Oh, is that right?) David said smiling. With little to no trouble, David pulled off a one-eighty degree turn. Carlito's screaming went up an octave, as David then threw the car in reverse. Using the side-view mirror to see where he was going, he continued driving down the freeway, scaring the hell out of the mechanic, and even making the drivers around the Phobos GT stunned at the remarkable driving skills David possessed. "Hey, soy un conductor muy bueno no te parece?" (Hey, I'm a pretty good driver don't ya think?)
"Esto no está bien! Esto no puede estar pasando a mí! Esto no es posible!" (This isn't right! This can't be happening to me! This is not possible!)
"Sí, la derecha! Yo no era posible que yo pueda sacar esto adelante!" (Yeah, your right! I didn't it was possible that I can pull this off!) David laughed.
"Mi corazón! Se está perjudicando aún más...por favor...basta!" (My heart! It's hurting even more…please…stop it!)
Shifting the gears, David laughed, then threw the car into another one-eighty degree turn and, shifted the gears into drive. Let's see if your heart can handle from this one instead, David thought as he saw several orange cones blocking off the opposite side of the freeway. Smiling from ear to ear, he crossed into the section, and entered the opposite side.
Cars drove out of the way honking and yelling as the bright pink sports car drove on the wrong side of the road and continued to go even faster. Carlito's screaming got even louder as, his chest was beating so hard and fast, he felt like it was going to rip out of his chest in a matter of seconds. He tried to scream, but nothing was coming out.
David saw that there were two semi-trucks up ahead, and grinned. "¿Te estás divirtiendo aún? Soy!" (Are you having fun yet? I am!) He pressed against the pedal even more and saw he was now at ninety-eight miles per hour, as he was heading towards the tankers. He could hear them honking their horns, but David didn't bother to care. "¿Sabes qué? Al diablo. Si no se me va a decir, entonces me voy Slam este coche contra los petroleros más adelante...o tal vez estrellarse contra la barandilla y volar por un tiempo hasta que cayó al suelo y explotan. O tal vez, en uno de estos coches zoom derecha. En este punto, tengo tantas opciones para elegir y muy poco tiempo!" (You know what? Screw it. If you aren't going to tell me, then I'll just slam this car against the tankers up ahead…or maybe crash against the railing and we fly off for a while till we hit the ground and explode. Or maybe, into one of these cars zooming right by. At this point, I have so options to choose from and very little time!)
Hearing those words made Carlito's heart go into overdrive. He's going to kill me…this crazy son of a bitch is going to do it, Carlito thought. His heart was tightening up as; his breath was now bottoming out. Mustering what energy he had left in him he screamed one last time…this time in English.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, YOU WIN! I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING YOU WANT TO KNOW…JUST GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CAR! I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
David's eyes went wide hearing Carlito break down as he steered the car between the two Linerunners. He then saw another spot where a bunch of orange traffic cones were and slowed the car down till it made a complete stop. He then quickly got out the car, and stared at Carlito. He checked his pulse to see if he was still alive, and saw that he was…barely.
"Do my ears deceive me, or are you actually giving in?" David said crossing his arms.
After several seconds, Carlito nodded. "Y…ardies…they…have i-it."
Great. "Where do they have it?" David inquired.
"The Industrial District…at an old building. The Bulging Meat Packaging Plant. I was supposed to be there to collect the money they have for giving them the parts…the meeting was supposed to be at six o'clock." Carlito sniveled.
Well they're about to get a surprise from me that's for damn sure. "You see how easy that was to tell me?" David said, as he leaned over and started untying the ropes. "You could've told me this shit, when I had you in the garage, but no, you wanna be tough, and not snitch, well look at what it got you. You're just lucky Quentin wanted your stupid ass alive."
Carlito stared at David in horror as David looked like he was about to kick the ever-living shit out of him. "Who are you?"
"Somebody you really don't fuck with. Period," David quipped.
Carlito stared at David's pissed off glare and lowered his head. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, holding back tears
"Yeah, sure. Now, your ass in the car," David demanded as he quickly got in and pulled the rifle away from the passenger seat and pointed it at him. Once Carlito got inside the car, David started the sports car and began to drive, only at a moderate speed, now that he got the info he wanted. The meeting is at six is it? Alright...no problem.
In several minutes, the pink sports car made it back to Brownstand Dealership. Quentin was standing by the parking lot, pacing back and forth, smoking a cigarette while drinking an E-Cola. When the Phobos GT stopped, Quentin tossed his cigarette to the ground, and marched over to the car. As he did, he saw David opening his door, followed by Carlito who opened his door, fell out of it and, started to vomit.
"The fuck happen to him?" Quentin said shaking his head at his employee loosing his lunch.
"I convinced him I'm somebody you shouldn't lie to…and I found out where and who he gave the stuff to." David said handing him the keys again.
"Who?"
"The Yardies. Why the hell would a bunch of ganja smoking motherfuckers want car parts, I don't know, but I'm about to go there for the meeting." David said as he held his assault rifle. "You got a truck, because I'm assuming those boxes are heavy."
"They aren't. Here, take my Admiral, it's got enough space in the trunk as well as the backseat," Quentin went into his pickets and pulled out the keys to his car. "Just don't get it fucked up."
"Don't worry about that, just have my money and my car ready when this is all said and done. Also see to it that, guy gets medical attention. He nearly bought it on the freeway." David grabbed the keys and headed to the red four-door sedan. Just need to pick up an extra gun, and some ammo…oh, can't forget about getting a vest too, David wondered as he got inside. He then turned the key in the ignition and started the car, followed by heading out of the parking lot. He checked the time on his watch and was surprised at how fast time flew by today. Shit! I got forty minutes till the deal, David said to himself as he continued driving.
After remembering the shortcuts to make it to the Red Light District, David's first stop was to head to Ammu-Nation. Driving up to the sidewalk, and narrowly hitting an elderly couple, he managed to park the sedan in front of the store. He ran inside, and was surprised that there weren't any customers around. He looked at the submachine guns and stared at the many choices he could have.
Hmm…that SpecterM4 looks promising, or even that FN P90…maybe that PM-63 on the far right…damn, what to pick…
"Something you were interested in?"
David quickly turned around and saw who it was that said it to him. It was a busty, raven-haired woman, who had on a tight blue tank top along with, a matching pair of denim cut off shorts. She had a cheery smile on her face as David looked stunned on how cute she looked.
"Anything catches your eye fella?" She asked in a rich southern drawl.
Other than those tits, not a goddamn thing, David thought as he struggled not to pitch a tent in his pants. "Umm, well I have a meeting soon, and I was hoping for something that is going to guarantee my safety."
The female clerk gave it some thought and then spoke. "Well we do have some pistols, chambered in nine millimeter, or even some .357 revolvers, or even a .44 might do ya nicely."
Shit, I'd like to see your 44's, David thought as he glanced at how much cleavage was showing and, how close they were together thanks to the tight tank top. I mean, damn, I don't know if I should get what I need to get, or take her out to the back of the store and fucked her till she fainted!
"You alright mister?" The clerk said, waking David out of his little daydream.
"Oh, sorry…I think it would be breast…best, if a submachine gun would do nicely." David said sheepishly. Deep down however, he was wishing he could hit himself in the face, after what he just blurted out. That was smart David…let her think you're a dork at first, and now make her think that you're a pervert!
The clerk giggled. "Great! What kind of a weapon would you be interested in?"
"Well I'll take an Uzi please," David requested.
"Which one in particular; the regular Uzi, Mini-Uzi, or the Micro-Uzi."
"Just the regular one thanks," David inquired. "I'd also like two…no, make that three high capacity magazines, two boxes of hollow point rounds, an a bullet proof vest. Standard Kevlar, no ceramic or steel plating." I might be doing a lot of running to get those boxes.
The clerk's breasts bounced as she jumped happily, and started to get the things for him. "Is there anything you would like?"
Remembering he still had the assault rifle back in the car, David nodded. "Actually, two extended magazines with armor piercing 5.56mm bullets."
After several minutes of gathering everything, the clerk placed everything on the counter. "Everything is gonna cost you at eleven hundred dollars."
Going into his wallet, David pulled out the cash he earned for his work earlier, and paid for it. Soon as everything was done, he took off his shirt then, and started putting the on him. When he was finished, he threw the silk shirt back on. "You know I was expecting that other guy to be here."
"Fairly chubby middle-aged man? Wears overalls and a big red-checkered shirt and army boots? Real nasty brown teeth and, blue eyes?" The clerk described.
"Yea, that's the guy." David nodded
"Well, he's my father. Poor fella has a cold, so I had to open up the store. He's such a nice man isn't he?" she giggled again. "I swear, when someone buy something, he always does the cutest little dance."
Her father! David thought in shock "I had no idea that he was your old man. He's an alright guy I suppose," He then grabbed his stuff that was now in a heavy duty bag. "Well hope ya have a good night, hope he gets better."
"Thanks! You have a great day too! Stay safe, and stay second amended!"
David was now back outside, and got in the car. He quickly pulled out the boxes of bullets, as well as the extended mags to both the Uzi and the HK53A3 and, started loading each one till they were fully loaded. After several minutes, he then started the car, and drove out of the parking lot. Once he was back on the road, he gunned it for the Industrial District. The Bulging Meat Packaging Plant…shit, I got about twenty minutes till the meeting takes place…shit, why didn't I get a sniper rifle, I could've picked these guys off one by fucking one. Oh well, no use complaining now.
The industrial district of Daytona City, was packed with nothing but chemical plants, several other factories buildings, most filled with tons of abandoned machinery, and populated with seedy or desperate citizens, that would make the slums, look like the safest place in the whole city. With a police response time of forty-one minutes, and an EMS response time of an hour and a half, it was a sanctuary for criminals to dwell in. There was a steel mill, a truck stop as well as a run down joint called the Skumole Motel, for those who were seriously down on their last dollar, and desperate enough to rest on a foul smelling bed, stained sheets, and a pillow flatter than the talent of a singing teen pop star. Most of the district in the area looked like hell with its worn down abandoned buildings, large amounts of homeless bums stumbling around, or mumbling incoherently and, the fact that the mayor didn't bother rebuilding most of the area or tearing down.
The Bulging Meat Packaging Plant was nothing special either. David remembered back when he was a junior in high school, they had closed down due to the fact they were injecting huge amounts of heroin as well as steroids in their beef, making their products more addictive, and shipping them out to supermarkets, bodegas and even towards schools. That way, the consumers would get hooked, and wind up buying more, and some cases in bulk, while the company raked in all the money. When several kids as well as drama teacher died from a severe overdose on the beef during lunch time, police had the entire area shut down in a Liberty City minute. In the right hands, and with enough money, most of the equipment from some of the closed down facilities could be repaired and used for some enterprising criminal.
David looked around and saw the decay and pitiful look on some of the people's faces. On his left was a drunken bum rising to get the last few drops out of a bottle of brandy onto his mouth, the others around him were arguing to each other. He then looked on his right and saw several kids digging through a garbage can looking for soda cans to recycle, while their mother tried breastfed her crying baby. He felt bad for them, thinking to himself how privileged him and Randy were, despite, David would whine a bit wanting something and couldn't get it cause it was either to expensive, or someone popular had it. He was lucky to have a house over his head, food too eat, and clothes to wear…even if they were crummy knockoffs from Binco.
The sun was already starting to set, as the Admiral finally made it near the empty parking lot. He checked his watch and saw that he had five minutes left. He drove around looking for the loading dock, while keeping an eye out for any Yardies that were probably hidden around the place.
Once he arrived at the loading dock, he heard several voices. Stopping the car, David stepped out and, saw that there was a forklift being used, and several bums carrying boxes. He then noticed the idiosyncratic Caribbean accent from a few giving out orders, followed by the color of their clothes
Yardies, and they were already here…fuck. All right no problem. I can do this, David thought as he opened the door and honked on the horn twice, getting their attention.
"Why you doin' here boy!" One Yardie called out, holding a Tec-9 machine pistol. "Get lost!"
"I'm here to collect the money for those parts!" David yelled out, reaching for the Uzi from the bag as well a mag. Slowly, he inserted the extended magazine in the submachine gun.
"Hold on a minute…hey Quincy! I need ya to come 'ere for this!" The dreadlocked thug called out.
David's eyes widen as he heard the name. Quincy? As in King Quincy…shit, I bet I could splatter this punk right now, and all of Paul's problems would be solved. Hell, no leader in the crew equals chaos…then again, with all these people including a couple of these bums to back the so called 'king', they'd probably shield him at the drop of a hat, he thought. He then, saw someone walk by, standing next to the Yardie that called him out.
King Quincy was short…5'2 short to be exact. He didn't have dreadlocks but he had his haircut short and neat. His face was clean-shaven, and his eyes were hazel. He had on a lime green paisley patterned dress shirt, along with matching green denim jeans and hi-top sneakers.
"Who the hell is this?" Quincy asked to his assistant. His accent wasn't as deep and hard to understand as the others.
"Da rude boy wan the money for the car parts."
This is Quincy? This is the so-called feared leader of the Yardies? He's short! He looks like he should be in middle school, as short as he is, David thought as tried not to laugh.
Quincy stared at David from where he stood, and shook his head. "Wait…this boy here, don't look, nor sound like the guy that was on the phone…where is Carlito?"
David shrugged. "He wasn't feeling so well…guess you could say he didn't have the heart to make it." Ok, David…that was a bad joke…
"Really now?" Quince said with a small laugh. "Then what's the password?"
Password? He didn't tell me any goddamn password, David wondered in shock. "Password?"
"Yeah. What is it?" Quincy demanded. Soon after he demanded, several other Yardies, and bums walked up carrying weapons. None of them were pointed at David, but they would be if, he didn't answer soon.
Great…another fine mess you got yourself into...they want the password so bad? Fine…I'll give it to them. Quick, straightforward, and painless. David thought as he glanced at the Uzi in his right hand, and then stared at the rusted remains of a pale blue '92 Rancher SUV. Might provide some cover, David thought as his eyes shifted back at Quincy and smiled. "I think I remember the password now."
"Well then, give it to me." Quincy demanded.
"With pleasure midget," David muttered. Gripping the submachine gun tightly, he raised it up, pointed at the group, and pulled the trigger.
King Quincy wasn't hit at all, but three members of his crew as well as two armed bums, took a few rounds. David jumped for cover behind the ruined vehicle, and quickly brought his Uzi up spraying the loading dock with nine-millimeter fury. One Yardie panicked as he turned around and tried to run away but took a bullet in the back of the neck.
"Kill this fucker! I want his goddamn head!" Quincy shouted. He then grabbed a AK-74u off the hands of a dead Yardie, and began shooting at David, while screaming obscenities. The bullets didn't make any contact.
David ducked down ejecting the first clip. Pulling the second one out from his back pocket, he quickly reloaded. He glanced and saw that Quincy was just as crazy as his brother had told him. Gotta kill this prick, before he gets me first, David thought as he popped out from cover and shot them once more. The Yardies tried to spread themselves out and use their numbers to overtake him. But the confined space, the fact that Quincy would shoot any deserters, followed by David's suppression fire, forced the group to bunch up, and become easy pickings. "Save ya breath; give up!" David yelled as he sent three slugs into a bum's chest. He then, took down two more Yardies with a single shot in each of their heads.
"Ha! Closed casket!" David yelled, watching to the two gangster's bodies flop to the ground face first.
"We ain't giving up on ya, seen?" One Yardie cried out confidently as his AK-47 went off, hitting the wrecked suv. The gun clicked empty, forcing him to drop his assault rifle, and grabbed a grenade that was attached to his belt. Pulling the pin, he chucked it across till it rolled and rested against the destroyed driver's seat…three feet away from David's face.
"Oh hell no," David said shaking his head, as he ran and jumped from his cover. The grenade exploded, sending the Rancher up into the air for a second and straight back to the ground. Hiding behind the Admiral, David spotted the man that was pumping his fist in the air victorious. I bet that was the guy who threw that, David assumed.
Bringing out his Uzi once more, David tapped the trigger a few times, striking the grenade throwing Yardie in the gut. As David watched the man plummet to the ground clutching his stomach in pain, he quickly ended it for him, with a bullet through skull.
Quincy stared as him and several others stared as the bullet entered through the Yardie's head, and exited out the back. Blood and brain matter, fell on the floor as Quincy motioned everyone to head to the limo and two Yardies to head to the Mule moving truck.
"Come on out, you fucking midget bastard!" David yelled as shot and killed a bum protecting Quincy. "You know, I was expecting you be a bit taller!"
Seething from the insult, Quincy went drew out a chrome Smith and Wesson Model 29 revolver from his holster. It shined brightly under the lights as he pulled the trigger, sending a .44 magnum round towards the hood of the sedan. "Come on out bastard!" He pulled the trigger again sending another round to the car, only this time into the windshield. "I'm not a midget asshole! I'm just a bit vertically challenged!"
"Yeah right midget!" David retorted. He then, brought his arm up finishing off the rest of the rounds in his Uzi. Ejecting the second one, he quickly reloaded the last clip in his weapon and watched the Quincy run to the limo. "Leaving already? I don't think so ya fuckin' shortstack!" Coming out from cover, David pointed the Uzi at the limo and fired upon them one-handed. He managed to get a few rounds into a Yardie's back. The bullets ripped through his spine as well as the thug's brain stem. Death was instantaneous.
"Ah, shit!" Quincy yelled as he pushed the dead gangster out of the limo and quickly closed the door. "Driver! Get us out of here!"
The driver was a chubby Belizean. "Boss, what about the others outside? A few are wounded but they're still alive! We can't just abandon them ya know!" The driver's eyes then went wide, as Quincy aimed the Model 29 at the man's face.
"Start the car and drive!" Quincy yelled in demand.
Back outside, David aimed at the window on the driver's side and fired. The bullets flattened and fell from the thick bulletproof window, surprising David. Let's see how ya driver likes it, with a bullet in his hip, David thought as he aimed a little lower and shot the door, hoping a bullet would penetrate. But nothing went through as David grew upset and aimed at them spraying the limo with gunfire, praying that a bullet would hit one of them, mainly at King Quincy. He then heard the limo's engine go up as he panicked. To make things much worse, he then heard the Mule's engine's start as well. "Shit, I almost forgot about that truck!" David yelled out, as he turned his sights at the large moving vehicle. He shot at the truck several times as he ran up. The bullets only shattered a headlight, and a sideview mirror, as David's submachine gun was now dry, throwing it to the ground in anger, he ran back to the Admiral, and started the car.
While shifting the car into drive, David grabbed the HK 53A3 from the bag, followed by lowering the window. "I'm not letting you out of my goddamn sight!" he yelled, and fired off a few rounds at the moving truck's tires. Gotta make sure I don't damaged the goods…these ARE armor piercing rounds after all.
Back at the Mule, Yardie on the passenger side of the seat, glanced at the side view mirror and flinched at he saw a bullet tear through it, shattering the glass. "Pull to the side man; I want to kill dis motherfucker." He said grabbing a SPAS-12 as well as a box of dragon shells. He began loading each shell in the shotgun with a zany grin on his face
The driver nodded, knowing what he was going to, as he slowed down till the Admiral was right by them. "Go ahead boy, kill that fucker!"
The passenger nodded as he rolled down the window, and then fired. A large gout of flame erupted from the twelve-gauge, causing almost Admiral the slam the brakes a bit and continue driving.
"Just what in the fuck was that?" David said sounding surprised and slightly horrified. "Did he have a flamethrower?" Gripping the steering wheel, he stomped on the pedal, and sped up to the truck, determined to kill the two.
When David arrived at the passenger's side of the truck, the Yardie fired once more laughing in glee. The flame hit the front tire, not flattening it, but able to tear off a hubcap. Grabbing the assault rifle, he popped off half a clip into the other tire. When he aimed back, at the Yardie, and pulled the trigger, the gun clicked. Muttering a curse, he went into the bag and grabbed a fresh new magazine. Ejecting the spent mag, he slammed in a fresh one and cocked it. He brought it out again, only see the thug pull trigger once more, sending out a torrent of flame towards him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHEEP SHIT!" David yelled as he tossed the weapon on the passenger seat, stepped on the brakes till away from firing range, and frantically patted down his shirt.
"You see how he yelled!" The Yardie laughed.
The driver nodded chuckling like an idiot.
Back in the Admiral, David stripped off the silk shirt and threw it out the window. There wasn't any serious damage to him, but the shirt was ruined. Several visible holes were showing around the front as well as on the left ride of the shirt.
"Fuck it," David uttered. He glanced at his face, and was relieved that his eyebrows or his hair were on fire, nor was his face damaged from the assault. Heaving a frustrated growl, he tore the shirt off of him, followed by snatching the assault rifle, and pressed on the gas. "Ok, dick snifter, you wanna play? Alright then…let's play!"
Up ahead in the truck, the driver continued following the limo as they drove down the street. Some of the streetlights that were in working condition began to flicker on as a crackwhore jumped out of the way of the two and hit her head against curb.
"Hey, watch it fucker!" she cried out, rubbing the side of her head. She then turned around as she saw the third car zooming towards her. Not having any time or the strength to move out of the way, she screamed for a short moment as the Admiral slammed into her. The force of the Admiral going sixty-one miles per hour resulted in, having her hurled ten feet in the air, broken ribs, ruptured organs, and her spinal column snapping in half. She was already dead before hitting the ground.
"Dumb bitch," David quipped staring at the lifeless body plunge to the ground through his side-view mirror. They were finally out of the industrial district and around downtown. Not letting it get to him, his eyes shifted back to what was in front of him. As he continued speeding up, he then held the steering wheel one handed, and brought the assault rifle out, as he prepared himself for round three between himself and the truck.
"He's comin' back!" The passenger in the truck yelled to his friend.
"Give that rude boy another taste. Quincy don' want that man alive!"
Rolling down his window, the shotgun toting Yardie brought up his weapon waiting for the car to show up. The moment he saw the car he brought out his weapon and fired. He was off by a foot. Muttering a curse, he went for another go at it, only to witness his enemy, pull to the side.
"EAT LEAD, YA FUCKIN' COCKSMOKER!" David shouted, as he raised his weapon with one hand, and pulled the trigger. The gun's recoil was a bit on the heavy side, but David didn't care. Payback was a bitch, and the Yardies in the moving truck were about to be bitch slapped. "THIS IS FOR RUINING MY GOOD SHIRT! TAKE IT MOTHERFUCKER! FUCKIN' TAKE IT!"
The armor piercing bullets tore through the door and window, as the Yardie was hit several times in the side, shoulder, chest, and as well as one tearing off a bloody chunk of his ear. Even the SPAS-12 shotgun the Yardie was holding was struck as well, causing him to inadvertently, discharge the twelve-gauge, blowing off his leg, and well as setting himself on fire.
"YOU'RE NEXT BITCH! David bellowed. With skill, he slowed down a bit, and got around on the other side, while lowering the window down on the passenger side of the car and shot at the driver, all in a matter of five seconds.
Hearing those words made the driver panic even more, as he saw his friend dead and on fire. He tried to scoot away making sure the flames didn't get him, but something else did. He felt a bullet drive deep in his side, striking him in the femoral artery. He slumped over the wheel, gasping in pain, as the truck started moving left and right. He tried to control the truck but couldn't as he felt another round hit him right in the torso.
As the Admiral slowed down, and pulled away, the Mule was out of control as it began hopped up a curb, running down a businesswoman, and crashing into the side of a hotel building.
"Stop the car. Now!" Quincy yelled out. The limo came to a stop, as it was half a block away from the crash. Opening the sunroof, Quincy struggled as he got up and stared at the damage.
Several people were running away from the carnage screaming, as David stopped the car, and quickly got out. Carrying the assault rifle and the last magazine, he reloaded his weapon, while jogging over to see what the conditions of the two passengers were. Opening the door, he took a step back as the driver fell out, and hit the sidewalk. He heard him groaning in agony, as he cut his cries short by two bullets to the head. David looked at the other one and saw that the Yardie was fucked up beyond recognition.
"How one man was capable of unleashing such hell?" Quincy said to himself aloud. He stared at David's face as well as his body for several seconds. He then nodded and smirked as he went back down. "Drive," he simply requested.
"Boss…you don't want to kill him?" the driver asked, wondering what his boss's angle was.
"Not today…let him have what he wants," Quincy shrugged. "Tomorrow is another day right? We'll get him when he least expects it."
The driver nodded as he took his foot off the brake and drove down the street, as the sound of police sirens echoed. The entire block was empty, except for David as he shot the lock off the back of the truck and opened it. He breathed a contented sigh as he saw the three white boxes with a black star on each of them.
"Perfect," David said with a smile as he went and grabbed one and hauled it to the car. When he grabbed the second one the sound of the police cars got louder. Shit, better hurry this up, David thought as he quickly popped open the trunk and tossed two of the boxes in. Grabbing the third one while holding on to the HK G53A3, he then heard the sirens get louder as he looked up and saw two police cruisers approach.
"You in the wife beater! DCPD! Hands up in the air! Now!" the cop in the leading car shouted on the loudspeaker.
Irritated, he shouted, "Fuck you cop! I had a long fucking day, and I don't need this shit, so go bother someone else! Isn't there a batch of jelly doughnuts with your name on it, you need to scarf down?"
"Look buddy, just drop the gun and lay on the ground. We just want to talk. We don't want to hurt you!"
"Yeah, we do! You said we're gonna kill this prick cause he cut our doughnut break short!" The second cop yelled out by accident on the loudspeaker, embarrassing his partner.
"Shut the hell up! Now look, drop the gun, and put ya hands up or we will use excessive force!"
"Go ahead prick! Try me! JUST TRY ME!" David yelled. Dropping the box, he raised his weapon up. Without any trace of fear on his face, he began walking towards them, firing off several rounds, killing two of the cops in the leading car. It crashed into a streetlight while the police cruiser behind them took several bullets to the hood causing thick white smoke to seep out.
The second police cruiser stopped, as David fired off a single round into the driver. The cop's partner was afraid as he grabbed his walkie talkie, as well as a Remmington M870 shotgun.
"This is car number twenty-four! I'm on the corner of Medea and Rosecrans in the downtown district! I got multiple wounded, and I-ahhh!"
David snatched him from off the ground, followed by a strong backhand to the cop's face. As the cop fell down hard, the younger De Palma, picked up the shotgun by the barrel, and in execution style, swung the weapon against the cop's head. The sound of the weapon cracking against the police officer followed the sight of seeing his skull slightly cracked open and blood oozing out and pooling all over the ground was rewarding enough. He walked back to the car holding on the shotgun as if it was a billy club and caught a group of women by a hot dog stand terrified.
David stood still and gave them an icy glare. "The fuck are you cunts gawking at?" None of them said a thing as David rolled his eyes and headed back to the car.
One person from the group had his cell phone, recording everything and stared at David walking away. "Oh, my god…this is so going on MeTube," she whispered.
Opening the backdoor of the car, David picked up the final box and grunted a bit due to it being much heavier than the other two. After hauling the last one in the back seat of the car along with the guns, he got back in the Admiral and drove off.
"What a day…what a fucking day," David sighed as he turned on the air conditioning. He then looked at the hole from the bullet that Quincy put through and ended up turning the AC off. He glanced at the time on the dashboard and saw it was 8:45pm. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically as he exited out of Downtown and headed for the highway. "I can't wait to finally get my baby back," David said aloud smiling; now that he was getting his Sentinel back as well as five thousand dollars, for a job well done. Damn, I dunno what am I gonna do when I get the car. Might go for a long drive and relax, or take it out street racing…nah, fuck that. That's why it was in the shop in the first place. Well maybe something entertaining. Just my money, my Sentinel, and me he thought with an excited smile on his face.
It was the same smile he had on his face years ago, when Tommy Vercetti gave him the car for a good job at the dealership, for graduating tenth of his class, as well as a going away gift. He fumbled with the radio till he found 88.2 K-Jazz, and listened to 'Night Walk' by Rick Braun. As the soothing sound of jazz music filled the sedan, he drummed his fingers to the beat against the steering wheel. "Few minutes, and I'll be reunited with my car." David laughed.
In ten minutes the Admiral, had finally arrived at the dealership. The parking lot was completely empty, except for a purple '08 Marbelle, and a royal blue '08 Oracle. He stared at it and, had a gut feeling who the car belonged to. Turning the car into the lot, he parked the car next to it, and immediately shut the engine off. He then got out, and started walking towards the main office, wondering what Johnny was doing here, and then remembered.
"And last but not least, Johnny would know. And I'm sure he wouldn't be too happy you killed me, let alone harm me in any way. He told me about your little anger issues."
I wouldn't be surprised if he snitched to Johnny about what I did earlier…fucking tattle tell. David entered the main office and saw the receptionist reading a trashy romance novel. He didn't want to bother her as David walked past her. As soon as he arrived in front of Quentin's office, he opened the door, letting himself in.
When David stepped in, he wasn't surprised to see Johnny snorting a line of coke, while Quentin was sitting down at the desk, eating a Double Barrel bacon cheeseburger from Burger Shot. He heard Johnny talking to his friend with bullshit stories.
"So then this fucking chink is going apeshit, all because I fucked his daughter. I mean shit, the way she was bouncing up and down, moaning and beggin' for more; you think she was a goddamn porn star!" Johnny laughed. "These immigraint sluts today, I tell ya; you offer them five bucks, and a burger, and they're fucking putty in ya hands. It's great!"
"What happened then?" Quentin asked smiling while taking another bite.
"He woke up and, realized it was a wet dream," David said interrupting them from their conversation. "Or did the slut realize you had an STD and, ran like hell? I think it was the latter than the former, don't you?"
"David, nice to see you too," Johnny said as his smile fell and turned into a bitter stare.
"So what are you doing here? Interested in another car?"
Quentin swallowed his food. "Actually, David, he's here to discuss some business," he explained, while wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Slightly interested, David asked, "Really? What kind of business are we talking about?"
"The kind that doesn't concern you whatsoever," Johnny said as he eyes shifted and glared at David. "Now, it's my turn. What are you doing here?"
"The same kind of business, that doesn't involve you at all," David snapped.
"We already had this discussion David…don't fucking push it," Johnny warned. The tension between the two was thick as they stared at each other in silence.
He wasn't in the mood to argue with him, and he dropped it and, turned to Quentin. "It's done by the way." David mentioned as he handed him the keys to which, Quentin went into his desk, and pulled out a large envelope.
"You didn't have any problems?" Quentin asked.
"Other than losing my best shirt, and the car suffering a couple of bullets no," David answered back. He took the envelope and looked inside. It was the money all in hundred dollar bills, including something heavy in the bottom.
Before David could even ask, Quentin answered. "It's in the garage, fifth one on the right, now get out of here."
David nodded. "Thanks," He held on to his package and started to leave the office, but turned around and looked at Johnny and then Quentin. "You know something, you two look like a cute couple." He chuckled staring at the two.
Trying to gain some kind of composure, Johnny slowly brought up his middle finger glaring at him even more, causing David to snicker even more, and then left. Just as he starting to close the door, David then heard Johnny resume his story.
"Like I was saying; I told that bitch's dad, I don't give a fuck if she's fourteen, I like her boobs."
As two laughed their asses off, David felt another urge to just kill him. Johnny was a pedophile, and proud of it. Shutting the door, David continued to walk, passing the receptionist as left the office, and took the elevator. As the elevator slowed down, David stepped off and entered the garage; he saw only one guy working there and asked him in Spanish to open the garage door for him.
The mechanic nodded opening the garage doors, while David walked by staring at some of the cars till he saw his and smiled. The only thing that was different was the color, which was now a shade of cerulean blue. The windows were tinted, and there was a nice looking sunroof as well.
"There she is," David, mumbled as he went into the envelope and, pulled out the keys to his car. Getting inside the car felt like he was reliving history, as he looked around and, saw that everything was clean, and looking brand spanking new. Just like when he had it the very first time. He finally had his car and he still didn't know what to do for the night, as he turned the key in the ignition, and turned. The sound of the cars V-12 engine roared followed by David smiling even bigger. "Yeah, that's right baby. I missed you too," he said while shifting into drive and driving out of the garage, and pressed on the brake for a moment. I think I know what I can do tonight," David thought nodding to himself. "Yeah, it just might work."
Reaching for his cell phone, David, started driving, and scrolled down a list of contacts till he found one specific. He pressed send and waited as the phone rang for a bit. Once he heard someone pick up, he heard the sound of potato chips crunching followed by a female's voice.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Lilly, what are you up to for tonight?" David said with a small smile on his face, as he drove out of the parking lot.
"Oh, hi David. I'm watching The Mainframe Rehashed. Why, what's up?" Lilly curiously asked.
"Well, I figured since Johnny is busy, I would like to take you out."
Surprised was written all over Lilly's face followed by a short laugh, at the fact that David was asking to take her out somewhere. "Well, well, this is a fuckin' first. You aren't afraid of Johnny finding out that you took me someplace, let alone talk to me? I mean shit, a while back; you protested back at the hospital that he had a short fuse and that you didn't…"
Before she could say another word, David interrupted. "Don't worry about that, Lilly. That was then, and this is now. Would you like to go out with me tonight? Maybe get someplace to eat, or drink, or shoot some pool. What do you say?"
"What do I say?" Lilly said sounding a bit surprised at David's newfound way of thinking, she grinned. "I say, pick me up in an hour."
David grinned. "Great, it's a date."
Lilly giggled. "Oh, a date is it?"
"Yeah, I guess you can say that. And by the way, wear something sexy," David requested while cutting off a biker on a Hellfury motorcycle, causing the biker to swerve off the road, and crash into a city bus. Looking back at the damaged he caused through the rear-view mirror, David stifled a laugh. Goddamn, I love this car! He thought.
"Sure, sexy it is…well see you in a hour. Don't be late alright?"
"Promise," David then hung up and pocketed his phone. While he entered the freeway towards the red light district, he smiled, feeling pleased with himself. Fuck Johnny…after the shit he pulled on me, not to mention that story he told Quentin just now, and that he practically snitched to him about me snapping at him back at Willcot Plaza…and to top it off the shit Quentin put me through today, I deserve to spend it with someone. Already did with Alan, Randy is busy with the club followed with screwing Cathy, and on top of that Tommy is still earning me my cash racing out by the Speedway. So why not spend it with Lilly? I mean it's not like I'm going to get her all liquored up and fuck her in the backseat…tempting, but nah, I'm not like that…just go out for some food, a few drinks. Yeah…I think, I'm going to have a good time…I deserve it.
That's right folks, a date...with Lilly! Wonder how that's gonna go? Well read the next chapter to find out! Haha
A few chapters ago there was a bit where David spoke some Spanish. So I figured why not make him speak more of it. Which is also why I have the English translated in the bold words. Also it's the first time I've introduced the Yardie boss King Quincy...and made him look like a midget haha! Also as promised, I made David rack up a heavy body count with thugs, and a few cops...and piss off Johnny.
The quote that Johnny says, "I don't give a fuck if she's fourteen, I like her boobs." is pretty much a line Marty said from Vice City Stories. Yeah, I'm making Johnny look like an all out asshole at this point, so why stop there?
The Mainframe: Rehashed is a spoof of the movie The Matrix: Reloaded
The job that David does is a combination of 'Papi Don't Screech' from Vice City Stories (cause of Carlito's heart condition), and 'Fender Ketchup' from GTA: San Andreas (to get some info out of Carlito, by driving like a maniac on the street).
Well I hope you guys enjoyed it! Stay turned for the next chapter. Read and Reply and, have a great day! ^_^