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Here I am, coming at you with another double header! Hope you guys enjoy reading! ;)
The next day rolled in quickly as the alarm on the cell phone began to vibrate, follow by ringing. David slowly woke up and turned the phone off by pressing a button on it. As he slowly sat up, he smelled food being cooked. As he slowly tried to get off the couch, he failed miserably by falling off. It took him a minute to collect his bearings as he got up and followed his nose to the kitchen.
It almost smells like the food I had with Lilly the other night, David wondered as he walked into the kitchen and much to his shock saw Lilly.
She didn't have the evening dress at all and instead, had on a Vice City Blaze basketball jersey that was a size too big on her. She stood in front of the stove, barefoot and warming leftovers, and turned around with a light smile on her face.
"Good morning. You're just in time for some breakfast."
"Just what exactly are you doing in my jersey?" David asked, not bothering to say good morning to her.
"Wearing it dummy. It was either this or, parade around your place naked. I can take this off if you like David." Lilly said as he reached down and pulled it half way, exposing nothing underneath.
Why me, David mused as he struggled not wanting to pounce on her once again. "It's fine…you can keep it. Besides, it looks nice on you."
"Aww, how sweet of you to say that," Lilly giggled as she grabbed two plates and started serving breakfast. "Listen, about what we did the other night."
"Yeah, about that," David said remembering as he took a plate and ate a little bit, while standing up. "Listen, if we do go out, it would be difficult as hell to keep it from Johnny."
"So you don't want to be a couple then?" Lilly asked, sounding offended.
"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, we can try to make it work, but I have to know that I can trust you into keeping this a secret. Not to mention if we go out, we would have to meet somewhere where no one would suspect us. Can I trust you on that?"
"I promise," Lilly said vowing not to tell a soul as she leaned up and kissed him gently on his lips. "It's just going to be a little hard for me to break up with Johnny though."
"How hard is it to say 'I don't like your ass anymore, and I wanna see other people, so lose my number'?"
"Knowing him, he'll flip out. Everytime I look at him, I see how much of a creep he is. I wouldn't be surprised if he was cheating on me.
If you only knew, David thought.
Lilly continued talking. "But I'll try eventually." Lilly said as she started eating her food. "And when it happens, I'll give you a call…soon as I get a new phone."
"What do you mean 'a new phone'?" David asked as he walked to the couch and sat down.
"Remember when I told you he called me the other night?" Lilly asked, as she joined with him on the couch. David nodded. "Well, I broke my phone after what happened. But I can a new one…as old as that phone was, it needed to be trashed."
"Oh I see, listen; if he tries anything to hurt ya, in any way, shape or, form, let me know right away ok?" David said eating some more
"Before or after I scratch his out?" Lilly smirked.
"Maybe after."
The two laughed as Lilly scooted closer to him. Setting the plate on the couch, she turned and straddled his thigh and held him close. David set his plate on the table as well and he wrapped his arms around her and looked directly at her. She was a thing of beauty, as leaned up to kiss her. The second he felt his lips press against hers, he heard the door open. His heartbeat went into complete overdrive as he completely forgot about locking the door behind when they came in the other night.
Lilly was also in total shock as she jerked her head to see two figures walking in. Her heart was beating just as fast as David's. Her hands quickly became cold and clammy as eyes shot at David, as if saying 'the fuck are we going to do now'.
David's eyes widened as he saw who the two people were, as they walked in talking and laughing. Randy and Alan.
"Damn, David, you oughta lock up your door. People can just walk in and…oh…shit." Randy said speechless as him and Alan stared at the couple on the couch. "Uhh…our bad little brother. We'll knock next time…right Alan?"
Alan just stared at Lilly's figure as Randy nudged him to snap out of it. "Yeah…we'll come back in a little bit. You guys…umm woah…have fun."
Well so much for that secret, David thought. He then felt Lilly get off his lap and sit far away from David, feeling embarrassed. "Look you two need to come in."
Randy scratched his head confused. "Look man, I don't if she's into foursomes."
"Yeah, man. I'm not that much of a freak."
"Not what I meant!" David yelled. "Get in here now!"
The two stepped inside, with Alan locking the door. Meanwhile, Lilly quickly got up, turning her face away at them, and hurried towards his bedroom, leaving David sitting there, wondering what to say let alone what to do.
The second Randy heard the door close, he grinned. "Alright, David, let's hear it. How was she?"
"How was what?" David said staring at his grinning brother.
"Come on man, details! Was she a moaner or a screamer? What color were her panties. Does she even wear any to begin with?"
"Fuck the details, how is Johnny going to take this when he finds out?" Alan said with some concern on his face.
"He's right bro. He'll kill you before you even realize it."
David flinched at the name, and slowly stood up getting right up to Alan and Randy's faces. "We aren't telling him a goddamn thing."
"Are you fucking crazy? He'll suspect something is up!" Randy cried out.
"I'll worry about it then, not you. Which is why, I'm asking you two to keep this secret from spreading around. I'm dead serious on this."
"Yeah, we won't tell anyone...right Randy?" Alan said as him and David stared at Randy.
"Well, me and secrets don't particularly mix…" Randy was cut off mid-sentence as David gave his brother a quick but, hard jab in the gut. The wind was knocked out of him as Randy fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. A few seconds later, Randy got up and nodded to his brother's request. "But in this case, my lips are sealed."
"Good…now that's been settled, why are you guys here so early?" David said sitting back down.
Randy sat down with him and picked up the plate of food Lilly had and started eating. He made a face and, placed it back on the table. "Well it's for the job we're doing for Paul remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. I just didn't think you two would be here so early," David said leaning back, stretching his arms out.
"Yeah and, we didn't expect you to have Lilly straddled on your lap, ready to give it to ya." Randy quipped, as David leaned forward and shot a nasty glance at his older brother. "I mean, does she get wet in the heat of the moment, is she wet all the time, or do you gotta work it up to get her pussy soaked?"
David answered his question with another punch to Randy's stomach. Randy clutched to his stomach, wheezing and groaning in pain.
"What the fuck dude!" Randy cried out almost falling off the couch.
"Randy, you deserved that one," Alan said shaking his head. "He didn't tell us much, but we're supposed to meet at his place by noon. So that gives us plenty of time to get what we need, before we show up to his place."
"Did he tell you how much we're getting for this job?" David asked.
"Somewhere in the thousands I guess. You want in on this?" Randy said sitting up.
"Yeah, just let me get in the shower and changed," David got up and headed towards the bathroom. When he stripped down, he got inside and turned the water on and showered. He was surprised that the bathroom wasn't a mess when Lilly was in it. He even noticed that she had the washcloth, and towel in the hamper with the dirty clothes. Great…now Alan and Randy know about me and her…better to have those two keep a secret than anyone else as far as I'm concerned.
After thirty minutes of showering, David stepped out of the steamy bathroom in a towel. Normally he would've walked around naked, but it was a different story when it came to having company in his place especially when it came to his brother and Alan. When he got in, he saw Lilly in the covers of his bed.
"You awake?" David said as he leaned down and poked her shoulder.
She moved a bit as she turned her head, and saw David head towards his closet. "I can't believe they know about…well, you know."
"Nothing to worry about Lilly," David shrugged and opened his closet and go through his list of clothes. "I'm sure they wouldn't tell anyone."
"Are you positive?" Lilly said as she turned her head away, while David changed.
"One-hundred percent positive Lilly," David swore, as he dropped the towel down and threw on a pair of boxers and socks. "Besides, Randy knows better than to be a blabbermouth." At least I hope he is, he thought as he grabbed a pair of beige cargo pants and a matching shirt.
"Well fine," Lilly sighed as turned her head to see David dressed and, looking for a pair of shoes to wear. "Where are going you off to?"
"Just need to do some work," David replied grabbing a pair of light brown Mugz boots.
"Hey I was wondering if you could drop me off before you head off with the boys." Lilly asked as she rolled out of his bed, and stood in front of him, still dressed in the jersey.
"You better put on some pants then," David commented on Lilly's attire. He then, went to his bottom drawer, and pulled out a pair of navy blue cargo shorts and tossed them to her. "Wear those alright?"
"What about shoes?" Lilly asked as she started putting on the shorts.
"Walk in those pumps," David commented back.
"Oh…well, alright." Lilly muttered as, she grabbed her shoes and started putting them on. "Um, David?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Did you rub my tits while I was asleep the other night?" Lilly said with a concern look on her face.
David took a step back in shock. "WHAT! No! I wouldn't do that to you!" David protested loudly enough to have Alan and Randy laugh in the living room.
"I know, I just wanted to see how you would react," Lilly said laughing. "You should see the look on your face…priceless!" Lilly continued laughing while David stared at her and mumbled. "Aw, come on now, don't be a buzzkill." She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She then grabbed her dress, panties, jacket, purse, and was now heading out of his room. "You going to just stand there like a dork or are we going?"
"Yeah, yeah; I'll be there in a second," David replied as he went into his closet once more and grabbed the vest he had on the other night. Once he placed the vest over his shirt he then headed out the room and, and back to the living room where the three were waiting for him.
Randy finished eating Lilly's plate of food and stood up. "Well, now that you and your woman, are finished with your quickie, can we get a move on?"
David punched him a third time, causing his older brother to drop to the ground once more. "You gonna keep being a smartass?" He then grabbed his car keys and checked to see if he had his phone with him.
"You know, you aren't going to keep punching me man…I'll bust your ass like I used to when we were kids!" Randy said gagging for air as he stood up.
"Yeah, sure, let's go," David started heading out the door. "I'll take Lilly in my car, you guys head to Pineapple Lane. I'll catch up with you."
"Not a problem man," Alan nodded as he headed out the door.
Randy followed as he turned his head and looked at David. "Catch up with me and Alan? What, so you two can play kissy face?" Before David could hit him once more, Randy threw his arms up and smiled. "I was kidding! Shit, can't take a fucking joke, I swear…"
Lilly stared at David looking concerned about Randy. "Are you…"
Before she could even finish, David responded back. "Yes, I'm sure. He won't tell anyone. He's just being an ass."
"An ass huh? You should've seen how he was talking to me, the day you and him became part of Paul's gang." Lilly scoffed as she headed out the door.
"I really don't wanna know." David responded, as he closed the door, followed by locking it. The two headed towards the elevator and headed straight down, for the parking garage level, and quickly stepped out. David deactivated the car alarm, and got inside the car, followed by Lilly getting inside the passenger side. Once the two closed the doors, David turned on the car's engine, shifted the car into reverse, and pulled out of the parking spot, before Lilly could even put on her seatbelt.
"Christ, David, slow down!" Lilly yelled, as she was holding her things in her lap.
Rolling his eyes, David slowed down a bit when they came up to a red light, and managed to put on his seatbelt. "There, how's that?"
"Better, thank you," Lilly said as she buckled up and messed around with his radio again. She switched the station and turned it to Babble 100.3, a right-wing talk radio station.
The two listened in as the radio host Elijah Gripinstroh was rambling about the crime spiking up in the different parts of the city along with two other panelist.
"Listen; with the crime rising up these past weeks, I think it's a blessing that we have N.O.O.S.E. around here." Elijah said proudly.
One panelist, who was a woman in late-thirties, decided to speak. "Are you kidding me Elijah? You ever saw how much these people love their job a bit too much? What about the assassination attempt on Benny Tao, and the manhunt that occurred? People got hurt going for that killer."
The second panelist commander Dyson Winters interjected. "What are you talking about? We're doing what's necessary to ensure your safety, little lady."
"Tell me you're fucking joking! Twenty-six innocent civilians were killed, while eleven were wounded just to catch this one man! One simple man! On top of that, you didn't even catch the man! According to the reports, you guys gunned down one of your own without even checking to see if it was him, while the real killer slipped away. And you guys say you're the best of the best…give me a break!"
Dyson got right into her face and yelled. "You got a lot off fuckin' nerve to talk down about the National Office Of Security Enforcement! We do a lot more at six in the morning, than what most of those doughnut munching, fucking a hooker in the backseat of their car having, pricks could do in an entire goddamn week! Besides, not everyone is perfect! The city's police department couldn't stand up to him either."
Elijah agreed, "He's right, these cops don't do much these days."
The woman female panelist laughed hearing the amount of bullshit was being shoveled to her. "Oh, get off his dick will you? But with a name like grip-n-stroke, I wonder."
"The name is Gripinstroh. It's German! It means something you know, so say the name right. Do you understand you fuckin' liberal? Gripinstroh!"
""I'd rather be a liberal than a right-winged kiss ass any day," The female panelist scoffed. "And as for your name meaning something in German, I bet it means Nazi or scat-playing faggot."
Elijah immediately jumped at her, ready to strangulate her. "You lil…"
David turned the radio to another station before the madness could even begin. He switched it to Daytona Classics and the song Fur Elise was playing lightly. He couldn't stand politics left or right squabbling over little bullshit. He also found it funny how one person would just wake up and, say to themselves that they were going to be a democrat or a republican for the rest of their life. It was all bullshit to him, and even if he voted (which he never did), his vote wouldn't mean shit, due to politicians rigging the voting elections. It's how President Alex Shrub got reelected in office back in 2004. He made a turn passing the Well Stacked Pizza Co., and felt his phone vibrate, he checked it and saw that it was Randy texting him.
'Stop fucking her and head over here bro!'
David scoffed as he pocketed his phone and entered the suburbs. He slowed down seeing a few kids running around, shooting each other with water guns. He saw as one kid squirted another with his gun, and the kid pretended he was shot and sprawled on the street. Heh…I used to be like those kids…first it's water guns, then bb guns…next thing you know, they'll be walking around toting Desert Eagles, Beretta's, and Tec-9's by the time they're in high school…
"David, look out!"
David snapped out of it, as he stomped on the brake, nearly hitting a child. The child stared at them frightened as he picked up his toy gun and, scurried off to the rest of his friends.
Lilly stared him worried. "You alright?"
"Yeah, just got a few things on my mind," David said feeling bad as he made the turn near her house. "Just hope that kid doesn't hate me."
"Probably," Lilly said shrugging.
"Thanks for the boost of confidence Lilly," David snidely remarked. As he stopped a right in front of her place, he turned the music down and glanced at Lilly figure. Damn, she looks good, he thought as he unlocked the door, allowing the singer to step out of his car.
As soon as she unbuckled her seatbelt, Lilly scooted closer and gave David a deep, but quick kiss. When she pulled away from him, she smiled brightly. "David, I want to thank you a lot on taking me out last night, and for deciding to go out with me."
"In secret," David said quickly reminding her.
"Yeah, yeah, in secret," Lilly laughed. "But I'm also glad you told me you think I have a career in singing. I might try to look up an agent somewhere."
"Well, how about me, I could be your agent," David suggested.
"But you're skilled in being an accountant, and in computers, not an agent in the music business," Lilly explained.
"You also for got my skills in driving, shooting. But, I'm also skilled into haggling people into what I want." David grinned.
"So, you're saying you haggled me into your place, then into your arms, and all that?" Lilly said lowering her eyes and making contact with his while, bringing her voice in a low seductive tone.
"Uhh…well…I…umm." David was at a lost for words as he felt his hands tremble a bit on the steering wheel till they made a rhythmic tap.
"You know, you're so easy to arouse you know that?" Lilly said giving him a quick kiss on the nose and, pulled back laughing. "You doing anything tonight after you're little job?"
"Probably hang out with my brother. Lord knows, I haven't done much of that lately."
"Well, I'll give you a call sometime. Take care of yourself handsome." Lilly said as she stepped out of the car and winked at David. She then started heading back to her house, while David stared at her ass move and grinned to himself.
As soon as she got inside the place, David locked the doors and proceeded to heading to Pineapple Lane. He took the shortest route possible to avoid getting Alan and Randy getting mad at him, for talking his time dropping Lilly off. He exited the suburban district and entered on downtown, swerved on the street, avoiding traffic both incoming and oncoming, while his phone began to vibrate again.
As David pulled a hard left turn avoiding a bum pushing a shopping cart full of empty soda cans, he looked at his phone, which was another text message.
'Come on David, move your ass! We're already at the lot.'
"Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on," David said aloud as he quickly pocketed his phone and got his hand on the steering wheel and on the gear shift. He was doing sixty-five in a fifty mile per hour zone, and not one single cop was around. Even if they saw him, they wouldn't have a chance in hell to catch him.
He entered Pineapple Lane and slowed down, looking for the beige and red manor Paul resided in. Not wasting any time, David honked the horn twice and saw the gates open. He drove inside, and saw several people walking around talking. He also saw Alan's Sunrise and Randy leaning against the side, while Alan was talking to Paul. The two of them were standing next to a hearse including two coffins. The only thing that made him feel at easy was not seeing Johnny nor his car anywhere in the area.
What the fuck is going on here, David wondered as he slowed down and parked the Sentinel near Alan's car. He quickly got out, and power walked over to Paul and Alan. Randy saw his little brother and ran over to him.
"Bout time you showed up." Randy scolded but low enough so only David could hear.
"Don't start Randy," David said rolling his eyes, and continued walking. "What's up with Paul and the coffins? Did somebody die?"
"Beats me," Randy said putting his hands in his pockets for a piece of gum. "As long as it isn't any of us, then we're ok."
Paul was wearing a black suit with a cardinal red shirt inside and oxfords. He had a look of satisfaction as he glanced at Randy and David walking up to him. "Glad to see you two finally arrive. You two ready to die?"
"What?" Randy said as he defensively went into his pocket for his Colt King Cobra revolver.
"Take it easy guys, I'm only kidding." Paul said smiling. He then walked up to them and started speaking again. "A few days ago they hit a shipment of some guns I wanted, and killed three of my men…and for a while I've been trying to figure out how to get them back but morning, I can. Now I don't know how lucky I am, that the Yardie's lost two of their best men, but I'm glad it happened."
Randy looked at him confused. "What are you talking about?"
"The other night, some crazy ass gunned down two of King Quincy's cousins back at downtown. I wish I could meet the man responsible for making this happen. How I know they were cousins, well I had someone ID both of the bodies for me at the morgue, and run a search."
Guess I'm the crazy ass, David said to himself mentally.
Paul continued while pacing back and forth. "Now, this is a starling blow to them and loss of morale. But I want to drop the morale of these curry goat eating bastards even further."
"What do you want us to do?" David asked.
Paul stopped and stared at the two. "You boys ever heard of the phrase, 'adding salt to the wound'?"
Both brothers nodded.
Paul smiled. "Good…cause right now, King Quincy is wounded. And I want you boys to add a ton of salt on the wound. Enough to make the prick scream bloody murder!"
"How?" Randy wondered.
"You and your brother are going to be in these coffins, while Alan drives the hearse up to the Faded Memories Cemetery. They think it's going to be a closed casket ceremony, but no. During the service, I want you two to spring up and kill everyone. Give this bastard the surprise of his life."
David nodded, thinking to himself how surprised the people would react. He then looked at Paul. "Is King Quincy going to be there?"
"Absolutely, however, I don't want him killed." Paul demanded.
"Why not? Wouldn't killing him off be much easier?" Randy asked.
"Yes, but I want him to witness what happens when you mess with a Forelli. He suffers, while everyone dies around him, do you understand?"
Both of them nodded again.
"Good, now get prepped up and in those pine boxes, the service starts in two hours. Remember boys, make him suffer." Paul ordered as he turned on the heel of his foot and started walking back inside the compound.
"I can't believe this," Randy said sounding surprised as he started walking. "We're crashing a funeral, by getting into those coffins and then, surprise! Gun them all down, leaving this King Quincy alive to witness the death all around him, doesn't that seem like some morbid shit to you David?"
"I can care less if we had to kill his mother. As long as the pay is good, I don't find it essential to ask questions." David deadpanned as he followed his brother towards the hearse.
"Whatever bro, besides, you don't even know who this Quincy guy looks like, and I've hardly ever saw that guy cause he had a bunch of people surrounding him."
"Actually I had the pleasure of seeing that asshole before." David confessed.
"When?"
"Last night. I had some work from Quentin over at the dealership involving stealing some stolen parts. Turns out the Yardies had it and Quincy was there. So after a gunfight, and a car chase, I killed two people in this truck, that had the stuff in there. I just didn't know that was his family."
"No…no, way," Randy shook his head in bewilderment. He couldn't believe what his little brother told him as he stood there and started laughing. "You're the crazy ass, Paul was talking about?"
"Keep it down!" David said firmly causing a few people to look at them for a few seconds and then, going back to their business.
Alan walked over to them, smoking a cigarette and smiling gleefully. "He tell you guys the mission?"
"Yeah…what kind of weapons are we dealing with here?" David wondered.
"Glad you asked. Courtesy of Brett Hawkins, take a look." Alan said proudly as he opened both coffins reveling heavy weaponry.
In one coffin was a M249 S.A.W. with a forward grip attachment and laser sighting, along with an extra box of ammunition, including a few grenades. In the second coffin was a RPK light machine gun with two drum magazines, including an RPG with two rockets. In both of them was a small headset with a walkie-talkie radio attached to it.
"Well, I already know what I'll be using for today," Randy said happily.
Go figure, David thought as he got inside the coffin with the RPK, while Randy got inside the coffin containing the M249.
"Alright, you boys all tucked in. Now, I got a headset on just like the one you two have, so I'll let you know what's going on. Other than that, rest in peace, sit tight, and don't get claustrophobic."
Rest in peace…cute, David thought as he watched Alan close the coffin on Randy, followed by closing the coffin on him.
After a few minutes of the two putting on the headsets, and arming the guns, several people loaded both the coffins inside, placing them on top of each other.
David heard the engine start, followed by the car moving, while he switched the radio headset, while gripping the handle of his weapon. "Hey Randy, how's your coffin?"
Randy wasn't so lucky as he felt stuffed. "Ok I guess…would've been better if we just pulled a drive-by on them. Much easier you know?"
"Well too bad, so suck it up, and deal with it. We both know I have to, so just relax, besides, the drive shouldn't be so bad."
"Probably not," Alan's voice came on the headsets. "Traffic here is pretty congested in downtown."
"So take a shortcut!" Randy suggested as he struggled to get comfortable.
"Might as well…didn't want to get the car all scratched up though."
"Well, tough! Just get us there," Randy yelled. "Barely have enough legroom as it is."
"Randy, it's a coffin…not an Easy-Boy leather chair," David sarcastically remarked.
"Shut up! I never have been inside a coffin before, let alone while I'm still alive! It's new to me."
"Same here, but I'm learning to cope with it. Do the same thing I'm doing."
"Yeah? And what's that?" Randy said feeling paranoid.
"RELAX!" Both David and Alan yelled on the headset.
Sighing with frustration, Randy took their advice and decided to close his eyes and kept still.
Back in front of the hearse, Alan made a turn near an ally and slowed down bit narrowly missing a dumpster. Soon as he exited out, he made another turn entering downtown's entertainment area. He swerved away from a '92 Blista Compact, and entered on the wrong side of the street.
"What's going on up there Alan?" David said through his headset as he heard horns honking, and blaring.
"Just a bunch of Sunday drivers," Alan sighed as he dodged an oncoming '98 Admiral, which caused to crash into a hotdog stand.
"And what the hell was that?" Randy wondered.
"Female driver…you know how most of 'em can't drive worth a damn."
"Good point," Randy said laughing. "I haven't met one that could drive very well."
David rolled his eyes. "Contradicting yourself again aren't we Randy? What about when Tiffany was driving that ambulance while you were bleeding in the back? She was doing pretty well."
Remembering it very well, Randy huffed. "Shut up smartass!"
"Just sayin'," David said chuckling.
"Almost there guys, so keep the noise level down." Alan said exiting out of downtown, and entering the suburbs. He turned on the radio to V-Rock, where the song 'Cemetery Gates' by Pantera just started playing.
Great, the song Cemetery Gates…and we're heading to a cemetery on top of that…how fucking appropriate, David wondered as he then heard something he didn't want to hear at all; Randy doing a piss poor rendition of the song, and barely knowing the words to it.
"Redrum…redrum. Is this some conspiracy? Crucified for myself…with an analogy beneath me…in seems so unreal…left to my misery…"
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, do you even know the words to the song?"
Randy ignored his brother's question as he continued singing horribly. "Redrum come talk to me, with a drip in his eyes…nothing new for him to see, I didn't ask him why, I will remember. Below soul where it remains, now I watch the fallen rain…all I can see is something, something. Well I guess you took my youth. And gave it all away. Like the birth of a new found joy, this love would end in rage...and when she died I couldn't cry, the pride within my soul. You left me…incomplete! All alone as the memories now unfold."
Alan quickly shut the radio off and got back on the headset. "Randy? Buddy? Do us a favor…shut the fuck up man!"
David laughed. "I second that…you suck! You hardly know the words to the song, let along can't even carry a tune! Pantera would kick your ass if he heard you wail like a little bitch."
"You guys are jealous!" Randy said defensively.
"Jealous? That we can't sing like a woman whose hair is on fire? Really Randy…we're jealous?" David said laughing even more.
"Hey, mom used to say I sounded good!"
"That was because she didn't want to hurt your feelings. Face it man, you can't hold a note, let alone memorize the lyrics to save yourself."
"Fuck you!" Randy said angrily, causing David to laugh even harder.
"Well, now that we all know that Randy's talent's doesn't involve singing, can we get back to the matter at hand?" Alan said interrupting the sibling rivalry. "Got a few minutes till the service starts, so no talking, and only come out of the coffins when I give you the code word."
"What's the code word?" David wondered.
"From beyond the grave."
"Isn't that a bit too long?" Randy wondered.
"What do you suggest then?" Alan said challenging him.
"Something short, sweet, easy…and no we're not mentioning Lilly," Randy said laughing at his own joke. No one else bothered to laugh. "Come on, you know that was funny…now where was I?"
"Digressing," David muttered.
"The code word should be 'hit it'. Just like I know my brother was hitting it with Lilly the other night." Randy said giggling once again.
"You know…if you weren't my brother, you would probably get shot for that one, let alone for your singing." David said getting annoyed from Randy's repartee.
"Yeah, yeah whatever you crybaby,"
"Can you two stop bickering like a pair of fat girls fighting over the last chicken wing? It's giving me a fuckin' headache!"
"Sorry," The DePalma brothers said in unison.
The Fading Memories Cemetery was vast, filled with gravesites, mausoleums, and a small crypt of the city's former mayor before his right-winged, arrogant successor took his place. There were several trees, benches, including a small office building for people to make plans to bury their dead or to have a burial plot for themselves, just in case something happened; be it death from a car crash, fire, jealous wife, police brutality, or just unlucky enough to catch a stray bullet from someone.
The metal gates slowly opened, as Alan whispered through his headset. "Ok, this is it…both of you be quiet, and sit tight, till I give you the word."
"We still don't even know what the word for us to come out is." Randy whispered.
"Randy, shut up," David said sounding irritated. "Don't worry Alan, we'll be ready, you just make sure we have a getaway car."
"Not a problem," Alan promised as he saw a worker walk over to him and motioning him to roll down his window. "Hey, how ya doing on this warm afternoon?"
The worker stared at him bored and yawned. "What do you have in the back?"
"Two stiffs, waiting to be six feet under," Alan said with a cheery smile. "Quincy said for me to make sure they were here so that they could start the service."
The worker looked at his clipboard, and skimmed through a list till he spotted Quincy's name. "Oh, yeah, Quincy Gale had the bodies of for his service. It's the large group of people over by the fountain."
Alan thanked him and started to drive past the gates and followed the road. He then rolled up the window, and pulled the gun he had in his holster inside his suit. It was the Colt Delta Elite, along with two clips nestled to the side. As he began to insert a clip into the gun, he saw three people walking over to the hearse, and quickly pocketed the gun before they saw him.
The three were dressed in dark green suits, with snake skin shoes. One of them was wearing a banana colored fedora, and sunglasses. All three of them were medium build, and stared at Alan questionably.
"You 'ere to deliver de coffins?" The Yardie in the yellow fedora said to him lowering his glasses down, staring down at Alan.
Alan nodded. "Yes, do you guys need help?"
"Ya boy, my uncle here will help ya with one of dem."
Inside the coffin, David heard everything and began to control his breathing. He kept his body frozen still, not making any sudden moves, while holding his machine gun tightly in his hands. He heard the backdoors open, followed by feeling someone pulling the coffin out.
"Be careful with dem blood clod!"
"Sorry," Alan apologized.
Randy did the same thing as well, but had a big grin on his face. Can't wait to shoot some of these guys up…hope they got a reception too, I'm hungry as hell.
The other two Yardies grabbed the coffin and gently pulled t from the hearse and began carrying it towards the service slowly.
There was a large amount of people standing around talking, crying, or sitting down praying quietly. There was a large stand that would support the two coffins as a pastor was consoling a grieving woman.
Quincy was dressed in a white suit with a forest green dress shirt, and a pair of black leather dress shoes. He stood near the pew in silence, thinking about the events that happened the other night. He couldn't believe how his cousin's died in the van, as David gunned them down. There was a lot of regret and pain in him as he heaved a sigh, and saw a few people of his crew, carrying the coffins and placed them gently on the stand. He then stared at Alan and went into his pockets handing him a hundred dollar bill.
"Thank you for bringing them here. Appreciate it." Quincy thanked him as he stared at the headset he had on. "What's that for?"
"Oh this?" Alan asked, acting dumb as he gave a nervous smile. "I was listening in on the game. My condolences by the way," Alan said extending his hand out.
"Thank you." Quincy said gravely, shaking the man's hand. He then let go and went back to talk to his crew.
Alan walked away heading towards a fountain of three angles kneeling in front of a very large angel, and began to light a cigarette. As he started smoking, he watched Quincy get everybody's attention, as a Yardie began playing the song 'Hymn to Freedom' by Oscar Peterson on a baby grand piano. "They just started, so get ready boys," Alan whispered into his headset.
Neither David nor, Randy said anything as the two mentally prepared themselves to unleash hell, while the pastor walked behind his pew and began to speak.
"I'm glad all of you could be here today on this day, to say farewell to two souls who lives were snatched by the hand of God."
Or shot to shit by an Italian hitman, David thought.
"Now, we know, they did some bad things before, but we can only hope the very best the Lord could forgive them for their troubled past and embrace them in His arms." The pastor solemnly said as a few more people began weeping. "Lord, we ask you to take these two men and forgive them for our sins, for they not know what they have done. We beg of you to lead their souls not to damnation, but into the light of your divine and absolute glory."
If it wasn't for the fact that we had to kill them all, that speech would've sounded good, David mused, as he continued listening in on the pastor.
"Now I'd like everyone to bow their heads and say a silent prayer in honor of Dodson, and Dexter Gale."
As everyone in the crowd slowly lowered their heads, Alan exhaled a puff of smoke, followed by flicking the cigarette in the fountain. The second it hissed in the water, he drew out his Colt Delta Elite, and said only two words into the headset with a smile.
"Kill 'em."
Faster than anyone could react in the crowd, David and Randy pushed their coffins open, aiming their guns directly at the crowd.
"Halleluiah!" Randy yelled in a sing-song voice, before pulling the trigger. The 5.56mm bullets tore through the crowd like paper targets, while the ones that witnessed this screamed bloody murder.
David pulled the trigger to his RPK, sending a volley of bullets into the temple of a woman trying to run away from the bloodshed. She flipped and slammed into the ground. He then aimed at one that tripped over a fat woman's high heel shoe, and tore his church clothes, and his back open with bullets, killing him on contact.
Alan saw one of the Yardies push away the pastor while, drawing out his pistol; a Glock 18 machine pistol. He quickly tapped the trigger, pumping the Yardie in the chest, blowing off a chunk of his ear, and directly in his face, disfiguring and killing him with ten-millimeter bullets. He then aimed at another Yardie and sent another bullet into the Yardie's eye, tearing out the cornea, ruining the eye and killing him the process.
Quincy stared with a mixed of sheer horror and, being pissed off, as he watched crew being cut down by his enemies bullets. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing as he turned and saw David. His eyes went wide, as he stared at David gun down everyone in front of him.
David's weapon was running low, as he shot up a Yardie in the stomach, exposing his intestines all over the grass. The other Yardie next to him pulled out a Browning Hi-Power pistol and struck three rounds at David causing him to fall off the coffin and hit the ground.
Before the Yardie that shot David could yell in victory, his forehead was blown out, along with his brains plopping next to his boot, thanks to Alan's ten-millimeter pistol. The Yardie dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"You alright?" Alan yelled out.
David slowly got up feeling lucky for him the vest protected him from the slugs. His chest was going to be sore as hell, but a bruised chest was better than having one full of bullet holes. "Sure…I'll manage."
"You again…" Quincy glared at him hard as he slowly went into his pocket, and pulled out a nickel plated, S&W Model 19 revolver with a four inch barrel. "You're going to fucking die!"
The sound of Quincy's voice got David's attention as he shot him in the kneecap, followed by, punching him directly in the crotch, dropping him cold on his side. He then snatched the revolver, tucking it in his back pocket for safe keeping. "As much as I want to join your relatives in hell, it's going have to wait," David said sternly as he got up and witnessed some of the Yardies retreating in a limo. "Shit, we got a couple trying to get away!"
"Is that right?" Randy said as he tossed the S.A.W. down and grabbed the RPG-7 from the coffin including a rocket. He began loading up, hearing the limo starting it's engine.
"Come on Randy, hurry up with that shit!" Alan yelled, reloading his pistol and firing at a Yardie who was lying down prone. Alan fired off three shots, blasting rock away from the tombstone.
The Yaride barrel rolled away from his poor excuse of cover, and returned fire, narrowly missing Alan, and chipped away some of the statue from the fountain. "You ain't leavin' ere alive bitch!"
"I beg to differ," David muttered as he tapped the trigger on his RPK, killing the thug as the bullets tore through his jugular.
"Ready!" Randy shouted as he aimed at the escaping limo. "Kiss your asses goodbye." He pulled the trigger, and a whooshing sound came from the portable anti-tank weapon. He watched in excitement as the stabilizer fins popped out and, sailed through the early afternoon air, right into the side of the Stretch.
The occupants inside the limousine didn't have a chance to scream as the car launched in the air, exploding in a ball of flame, killing everyone inside. The screams mixed with smoke and severed body parts, were a monstrosity. When it came back crashing down, thick plumes of black smoke came from the limo.
Randy grinned at his handiwork, as he got out of the coffin and helped his brother up. "You see how I blew that shit up?"
"Yeah Randy; including anyone within two hundred feet did," David said surveying the damage they caused.
"Well I say it's time we got the hell out of here, before more of them show up," Alan said running up towards them. He then saw Quincy laying on the ground, bleeding from the bullet wound. "For fucks sake David! We weren't supposed to kill him!"
"Don't worry, he got hit in the knee and I knocked him out. He'll live."
"You sure?"
"Alan, you don't die from a bullet to the kneecap."
"Unless you're a big time bleeder, then you die from blood loss," Randy butted in.
"Thank you Randy. But if anything, he's going to be walking with a limp, that's about it."
"Fine, come on, let's get out of here," Alan declared as he started jogging.
"You heard the man, let's jet!" Randy said arming the last rocket. Once he was done, he had the strap of the weapon over his shoulder, while he grabbed the M-249, and reloaded.
"Come on slow ass, Alan is already ahead!" David said loading his RPK with another drum magazine, while looking around to see if any of the guests, or Yardies was in hiding or wounded. He caught one trying to hide himself among several dead bodies. David strolled over till he saw his target. He kicked at Yardie's body, causing it to roll off the guy.
"D-d-d-don't kill me m-aaaaan." He cried.
David stared at him cold, not listening to what he had to say. Cocking the machine gun, he took aim at the pleading man's chest. "Sorry, I got orders to do so."
"Don't do this to me….I got k-k-k-kids! They…was born a few…days ago." Tears were coming out of his eyes as he slowly went into his pocket and held out a picture. The picture was trembling in his hands and he sobbed.
David blinked hearing the words 'I got a kid' echo through his head. He snatched the picture and saw the same guy holding a happy baby girl in his arms, and a smiling brunette woman in the photo was holding a crying baby boy. His mind was boggled as he suddenly, came to a predicament. Great David, just fucking great! What do you now David? Follow the plan and leave no one alive but that means leave his children without a father. Or…
"Hey, David, I'm all set!" Randy yelled out. He then noticed the guy near David whimpering. "Did I leave one alive? Lemmie kill him!"
"Don't worry, I'll deal with him. You just meet up with Alan, I'll catch you guys in a minute," David replied.
As David's brother started jogging away, David turned his head and stared down at the man, who was now crying.
"Please…please…don't."
"Shut up," David said, continuing to glare at him. Dropping the photo onto the ground, David exhaled, and tapped the trigger a few times…missing his enemy on purpose. The bullets tore into the ground, just inches away from the crying man's head. "Now, play dead, and don't get up till after I'm gone."
The man quickly nodded his head and, kept still as David moved away and started jogging, leaving him alone with the rest of the bodies. He soon caught up with Randy as they made it towards the mausoleum where several Yardies were ducking behind the hearse they arrived in.
Alan was pressed up against a wall, while firing off several rounds. In the midst of the shooting, he sent a hail of bullets, hitting a Yardie in the hip, knees, and then in the throat. Blood spewed out from the wound as the Yardie's cries and shrieks became loud gurgling noises.
"How many are left?" Randy yelled.
"Five…maybe six. Hell, in all this shooting, I lost count you know?" Alan shouted back. "We gotta make it through though, so any ideas would be wonderful right now." He popped from cover and fired off the last two rounds into the back of a retreating Yardie, dropping him to the ground hard, which caused the others to duck. "And now, I'm out of fuckin' ammo!"
Quickly pulling out the revolver from his back pocket, David tossed him a weapon. "Here, you're covered!"
Catching the gun, Alan checked it and pulled the hammer back. "We still gotta get through these assholes!"
"I got an idea," David said hefting up his machine gun. "Randy, you and I come out from cover and spray these fuckers down, while Alan here, jacks a car for us to hop into."
"You sure that shit will work?" Alan said as a shotgun slug nearly hit him and instead, blasted away a chunk of stone.
"You got a better idea?" Randy quipped as he laid down some gunfire at a Yardie. The thug screamed for his mother, as the bullets tore into his groin
David stared at the screaming thug with the bloody crotch and made a face. If hell's got a choir, I think they got their new soprano, he wondered as he sent one bullet right between the eyes, shutting him up.
"Fine…I'll back in a minute." Alan pledged, getting ready to make his run.
"We'll be waiting," David said joining his brother on the action. He pulled the trigger hard, laying down suppressive fire, giving Alan the signal. "Run!"
Alan nodded and quickly ran while, most of the Yardie thugs ducked down avoiding the bullets that chipped away at their poor excuse of cover.
One Yardie noticed Alan making a getaway and made a fatal mistake; his head was slightly peeking out from cover. The moment he pulled the trigger, his vision went red, then blurry and then black, as two rounds tore the top of his head off.
"Yeah! Popped the fucker!" Randy grinned as he tapped the trigger a few more times.
"I saw it Randy, nice one," David complemented. "Listen, I want you to scare them a bit more, I'm gonna flank them."
"Fuck that, I'm not gonna let you have all the glory!"
"This isn't a contest Randy!" David yelled getting irritated as he glanced and saw two dark green 01' Lobo sedans pull up.
Inside the sedans came out ten more Yardies in suits, carrying various submachine guns. One of them was carrying an old MAT-49 submachine gun, spraying the area with .45 caliber rounds.
The two brothers, ducked down as the Yardie reinforcements continued their barrage. One of them was carrying a pair of Cobray M-11's, and shooting at wall, chipping away more pieces, and blowing off one of the heads of the statue.
"Fuck this," Randy grunted as he pulled out the RPG, and took several deep breaths. "Cover me David!"
Knowing what he was up to, David nodded and stuck out his gun, blindfiring once more and, hoping he would score a few kills in the process. I really hope you know what the fuck you're doing, he thought as he watched his older brother run.
The bullets narrowly missed Randy, as he sprinted like he was in the Olympics. The adrenaline in his body kicked into overdrive as he continued running for his life. He then turned his head and, saw how bunched up most of the gangsters were and smiled evilly on what to do next. He continued to run as he eyeballed on where to aim and then took a dive. Everything to Randy felt like it slowed down as he pulled the trigger, sending the rocket propelled grenade towards the feet of the Yardie group.
The explosion shook the earth off the Yardies feet, as most of them felt their bodies launch from different angles; each of them screaming in sheer pain. Blood, shrapnel, and body parts flew from every point of view as Randy hit the warm grass with a thud. He laughed at his work, as some that weren't sent up in the air, felt the stinging, hot, shrapnel, bringing them to their knees. It wasn't for too long as one of the cars then exploded, killing off the remaining survivors.
Goddamn! David thought as he stared in amazement.
"I did it! You saw that David! I got 'em all! Who's the baddass now!" Randy said rolling on his back laughing hysterically. His eyes then slowly opened as he heard a grunting moan and a click of a weapon.
One was still left alive.
"Oh…fuck," Randy stared as he saw the Yardie shamble to him slowly. His body had multiple bullet wounds, along with embedded pieces of shrapnel. His right arm from the elbow down was blown off, while his suit was in tatters. He stared at Randy glassy-eyed as he slowly pointed a Micro-Uzi at him.
Randy couldn't really move as he starting to wish, he hadn't dropped the machinegun before going along with the plan.
"D…d…di-eee," The Yardie mumbled incoherently, as he pulled the trigger, missing Randy's foot. He tried to pull the trigger again, but was suddenly smacked upside the head by the butt of David's machinegun. The Yardie grunted and slowly turned around and stared at David including the barrel of his RPK.
"You first," David said coldly, as he pulled the trigger.
BRAAAPP-BRAAAAP-BRAAAPP!
The bullets from point blank range tore into the thug, like a knife through wet tissue. Blood spilled from the Yardie's body, and on Randy's suit, causing him to freak out as the thug died next to him.
"Fuck man, this was a seventy-eight hundred dollar, custom-made suit from Dider Sachs! You got blood on it asshole!" Randy nagged.
"Be glad it was his and not yours," David said making a point, and helping him up.
"Yeah, well…I was gonna surprise him you know," Randy said trying to sound tough. "I was gonna, think he got the drop on me then bam! I whip out my revolver and blow his skull off!"
"Then why didn't you?" David scolded, staring at his older brother in the face, ready to slap him for his stupidity. "When it comes to these guys bro, you kill them or they kill you."
"Look,"
David slapped him hard before he could explain himself. "No you look! This isn't a fucking game Randy! You pull some shit like that, and they will kill you without hesitation. No questions asked! Especially ones that are drugged up with that Spank shit. You know better than that!"
"David if you just…"
David slapped him again, only harder, "I'm not finished! I swear on our mom Randy, if you ever pull some stunt like that next time, I won't hesitate to butcher you myself, because you wanted to 'wait then the moment was right'. Got it?"
"My bad alright? Damn…sorry." Randy said asking for his brother's forgiveness. "Besides, I got them all with that rocket."
"Save it. We can savor the smell of victory later ok? Right now, we got to police up whatever weapons that didn't get blown to shit, and head out of here. We're in Yardie territory so I know there could be more on their way," David said as he turned around and walked towards the bodies, searching for an extra firearm.
Fuck that hurt, Randy said holding the side of his face. It wasn't just any slap that his little brother gave him, it was the kind that meant 'this is serious, so cut the shit, straighten up and fly right'. The same kind of slap Rosa would give him when he acted up in school.
"Come on bro, move your ass!"
"Yeah…in a sec," Randy said tossing the RPG-7 and jogging over to David.
David skimmed through the dead bodies, and saw an MP5/10 slick in blood. There was a severed hand holding on to the grip of the weapon as David removed it. "Ok, found one, here." David said offering the weapon to Randy.
"I'm fine with the weapon I got," Randy boasted. "Besides, it's got crud on it."
"Better than nothing Randy. Besides when that S.A.W. runs out of ammo, then what are you going to use? Harsh language?" David said raising an eyebrow. "Quit complaining, and take it."
Grumbling, he grabbed the weapon from David. David went back and continued looking for a different weapon. Other than the submachine gun he found for Randy it was difficult finding anything through all the destroyed parts and pieces. He sighed getting ready to give up, until he glanced and saw an AK-74u near a dead Yardie. The folding stock was gone, but the rest of the weapon remained intact.
David patted the Yardie down, and found he had an extra clip in his inner coat pocket. After getting the spare magazine, he heard a loud honking sound, followed by a diesel engine. David glanced up and saw a shuttle bus pull up to the gate, but he couldn't believe who was the driver.
"Come on, get in!" Alan shouted. "More of those fuckers are coming!"
Of all the…ah, fuck it, David thought as he picked up both weapons and headed towards the bus.
"A shuttle bus? You jacked a fucking shuttle bus?" Randy said sounding at a complete loss.
"It was the best I could find! Soon as I headed out, there wasn't a damn car around the block."
David ran, getting inside and, looked at him confused. "There was a bunch of them when we got around here."
"Yeah… so I walked a bit and saw this. It isn't a Cheetah or a Huntley Sport, but it's the best on such short notice." Alan said sheepishly laughing.
"Short notice? Motherfucker, you had like, ten minutes!" Randy complained. "Why don't we take one of the Lobo's right here?"
Before Alan could answer, the sound of gunshots echoed loudly shattering several windows in the bus, causing David and Alan to duck down. Several green Lobo's sedans including a Cavalcade.
"You want to ask them nicely? Get your ass inside!" David yelled, pulling his brother in the bus. "Alan, floor it!"
Alan nodded and stretched his foot out while ducked down, hitting the accelerator.
The moment the two were inside, the bus began to move through the cemetery. David got back up and saw one of the Lobo's pulling up to the side. Dropping the AK-74u, he brought up the RPK again, and pulled the trigger, spraying automatic gunfire at the windshield. The bullets ripped through the windshield, as well as into the driver's face and upper body into bloody mush.
The Lobo steered away from the bus, with everyone inside of it screaming or trying to get out, as it crashed into the fountain. The car didn't explode, but the crash killed everyone inside the car.
"Shit, how they did even get here?" Randy wondered while getting up. He saw the Cavalcade, and fired off several rounds. The bullets tore through the front tire, causing the SUV to pull away.
"Worry about those cars first!" Alan said as he sat back up and stomped on the pedal.
The bus picked up some speed, crashing through several small tombstones, and flowers, but it wasn't enough for it to escape the Yardie's wrath. The bus already suffered though several shattered windows, one of the back tires was punctured by a bullet, and bus's front doors were stuck open.
"I wish, this fucking bus would pick up the pace!" Alan cursed as he took a turn, running over the pastor from the funeral.
Randy looked up at Alan pissed. "Man, you picked this damn vehicle! All the cars in this city to choose from and, you picked this one!"
"How was I supposed to get a getaway car? Look it up through the yellow pages?" Alan replied angrily as he saw the Cavalcade come back to shoot back at them again.
The Yardie in the passenger side of the SUV sprayed a Mini-Uzi back and forth, laughing like a deranged lunatic. "Pull da fuck over!" he screamed as he reloaded his weapon and sprayed back and forth.
One bullet pierced through the diver's window, almost catching Alan's nose. He yelped, jerking the steering wheel away, while drawing out the revolver David handed him earlier.
He broke open the window, giving him a better chance to aim. "Go away!" Alan yelled, firing the heavy caliber weapon twice. "Don't you have a plate of oxtails and jerk chicken to go home to?"
The .357 bullet tore through thought the armpit of the Uzi wielding punk, tearing through his flesh, meat, and right into his lung. The Yardie hollered dropping his weapon, as the Yardies in the backseat were taking pot shots with their pistols.
David's RPK ran dry as the last several rounds struck the driver of the other Lobo causing it to spin out slam into the walls of a small church. Jeez, how many more are going to show up? David wondered as he tossed the RPK on the floor and picked up his second weapon, the AK-74u, and assisted his brother with the last Lobo sedan.
Randy was down to his last few bullets as he pulled the trigger every now and then, sending shot after shot at the hood of the green Lobo. He was playing it smart, but it didn't help him as much as thee last bullet smashed though the headlight. "Fuck, I'm out!"
"Use the gun I gave you earlier!" David suggested.
Randy went for the submachine gun, not caring anymore what blood and gunk it had on it, and pulled the trigger hard. Ten-millimeter rounds slammed home against the windshield killing, not only the passenger in the front seat, but the driver as well, tearing through their chests and faces.
"Yeah! Got 'em!" Randy yelled.
"Aren't you glad I told you to take that gun with you?" David said smirking.
"Yeah, whatever!" Randy said not wanting to confess to David he was right.
Alan took another turn heading towards the gate again, firing off the last few rounds in the gun at the SUV. He only managed to execute another Yardie and flat another tire, but the vehicle persistently kept going. Tossing the revolver, Alan pulled a hard turn hitting the Cavalcade.
Both David and Randy, nearly fell as they saw an enraged Alan, jerking the steering wheel towards the SUV, as the two vehicles were heading towards the gate.
"Come on you cocksucker! Spin out or crash. DO SOMETHING!" Alan screamed as he bashed into the SUV once more.
The driver in the Cavalcade panicked as he struggled out of the way to exit out the gate first, but to no avail. The two cars were going at fifty miles per hour, as he saw his enemy, jerk the steering wheel one more time, causing the Yardie to scream as the shuttle bus made it pass the gate, and the SUV crashed right into the solid brick wall, forcing the Yardie to fly through the glass windshield, and out of the car. He shrieked at the top of his lungs as he smashed his head against the wall, with enough force to snap his neck like a twig.
"YES!" Alan yelled as they exited out of the cemetery. "Everyone alive?"
"Yeah…just about." David nodded sounding out of breath as he sat down in one of the seats that didn't have as much broken glass.
"Same here!" Randy said sitting down across from David. "Next time we do something like this; let's just perform a drive-by ok? Less hectic you know."
Neither David nor, Alan said anything, due to the fact they were all tired. Alan was too tired to even turn on the radio as he continued driving, exiting out of the downtown.
"Shit, I wonder how come the cops or the paramedics didn't show up from all the shooting and explosions we did." Randy continued.
"Who the fuck knows," David sighed. "Doughnut break maybe…or collecting their daily bribe."
"Maybe both," Alan added.
All three of them laughed as Alan passed a red light, causing a lady in a '01 Infernus crash into a fruit stand.
Alan ended up taking the long way back to Pineapple Lane, sighing at the fact they pulled it off with everyone dead minus Quincy, and the guy David chose to leave alive.
David's phone buzzed, causing him to wake up from the small nap he took. He pulled the phone out and saw that Lilly sent him a picture of herself, taking a bubble bath. Most of the suds covered her breast as she posed in the tub grinning He smirked at the picture and saw what she wrote.
'Figured I send you a little something just to keep your spirits up. Have a great day David. Xoxoxo's'
David texted her back saying his day went by smoothly as he glanced at the time and saw it was mid-afternoon. When he sent the text, he then looked at his brother who was still awake and spoke. "Listen, you guys really need to keep it a secret."
Alan already knew what David was talking about. "Trust me; I wouldn't even bother telling Johnny. Granted it's pretty bad, but you won't hear a peep come out of me."
"Good. What about you Randy; do I have your word on this?"
Randy looked at him exasperated. "I already told you I wasn't going to tell. Why are you complaining about it so damn much?"
David got up from his seat as the shuttle bus slowed down near the curb of Paul's mansion. "Because, if you blab about this to anyone, even to the girls at your club, it will spread, and he'll have me killed, including you. So do me this favor and keep your mouth shut on this alright?"
Randy moved hand dismissively. "Alright, I won't say a word…that is if you can do me a favor."
"WHAT!"
"Just a small one!" Randy said throwing his hands up defensively. "I just need you to help me run the club, that's all."
"So have Bolo do it for you. The son of a bitch is big enough to handle it by himself."
"Well, not really cause there is a large party reserved at the place, and I'm going to need all the help I can get. Come on, little brother, I'll even pay you."
"Well I wasn't going to do it on good looks and respect alone," David said grimly. "When does the party start."
"Around ten-thirty, so wear a suit, and look presentable. This is my strip club we're talking about."
"Shit, your titty bar is a hole in the wall," Alan rudely remarked.
"You weren't saying that when you had Sapphire's tits in your face." Randy replied. "Or when you had those twins perform for you."
"Shut up!" Alan snapped.
"Just sayin'," Randy said chuckling.
The shuttle bus made it to a stop, and all three of them got out. Paul stared at the condition of the bus, and then at the three of them looking impressed.
"What the hell happened?" Paul asked.
David stepped forward. "Long story short; we came, we saw, we killed everyone, leaving Quincy with so much grief and pain, he might end up committing suicide, or into a mental hospital from the shit we caused."
Paul laughed heartedly. "Now that's the kind of results I wanted to hear! This is great news. Right now, we're gonna have to keep on our guard for a while now. This is a staggering blow to them.
"Right," David nodded.
"I'll get your payment ready in a second." Paul said as he shook each of their hands. "You boys want something to eat? I got the cook making some eggplant parmesan, some rigatoni with some sausage and peppers, and some of those stuffed mushrooms and manicotti."
"Sure, we can go for some." Alan suggested as he walked along with Paul, while Randy followed.
David's phone buzzed again, and David saw that it was a call from Johnny. Rolling his eyes, he picked up the phone and walked away from the three. "I got a call, I'll be right there."
"Alright man, but hurry up!"
David nodded, as he picked up the phone. The sound of rapid gunfire, followed by shouting and, people screaming was very loud as, David jerked his head away from the phone. What in the hell…
"David! David, I need your help!" Johnny yelled into the phone.
David couldn't believe the words as he laughed. "You need my help…despite the fact that you needed my help and ditched me in the process. Or the fact that you threatened me at the mall. Oh, how the mighty have fucked up."
"Look, I don't have time to argue with…" Johnny stopped mid-sentence as he pulled the trigger on his gun several times. "How you like that you fucker! Listen to me; I really need your skills here! My ass is in a sling!"
"Oh, your ass is in a sling? Good! I hope they fling your sorry ass from here to Carcer City!"
"Goddamnit David, help me here! I know we butted heads before, and I'm sorry, but this is serious! I need you to get here right now and, help me!" Johnny dropped the phone and sent three more slugs into his target, while shouting a stream of curses. "You gotta fucking help me here man, I'm low on bullets!"
"I don't gotta do a damn thing. If you're low on ammo, then get out of there. Live to fight another day Johnny." David sighed not giving a rat's ass. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go eat."
"Do you seem to forget who the higher up is and who's the lowly gunman? I tell you to jump and, you say 'how high'. Now I just gave you a motherfucking command here David De Palma, so do as you're told like a good little bitch!" Johnny screamed as he sent two bullets into a gangsters head. "Now get your ass over here to the Wilcott Plaza and help! I'll pay you!"
Pissed at the fact that Johnny pulled rank and the fact that money was part of the dilemma, David sadly shook his head and complied. "I'll be there in thirty."
"You got ten minutes! Now move!" Johnny yelled and hung up.
Pocketing the cell phone, David wanted to shout at the top of his lungs in frustration, but it wouldn't help matters much. He headed back to the shuttle bus, and grabbed the MP5/10, including the AK-74u.
"Hey, David! Come on man, you gonna eat with us?" Alan yelled.
"Have Randy save some food for me…I have an errand to run to."
"Need some help?" Alan asked.
"Nah, I got this one myself. I'll talk to you later." David said as Alan nodded and headed back. Holding one in each hand, he stared at the weapons, shaking his head and sighed. It never ends, he mused as he walked past the open gates of the mansion and towards his Sentinel.
Indeed it doesnt end for David! The Vice City Blaze is a parody from the basketbqll team the Miami Heat. Also The scene where Randy can't sing the song and messes up the words is a take on people that fuck up on a really good song, with their high pitch wailing, and all they know is the chorus...and still fuck up the song to no end. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and the carnage David goes throughl. Read and review, and have yourself a great day! :)