Chapter 2
Someone tipped them off, someone wanted him killed. The target was a US senator, the contractors, were the CIA. They had found him, and thought he could help them. Johnathan did not care why they had him do it, he knew it was just business. Kill two birds with one stone. Johnathan was left with no money, and no work. Forced to live like a common thug in a city full of criminals. He needed to work his way up. He needed money and contacts. He needed them fast.
He remembered mention of an old bistro, located on the north-west side of town, and the mention involved illicit activities. He figured, he might as well check it out, see if he can meet some people.
He walked through the double doors at the entrance, and saw a sign pointing down. He looked to the right, up, and saw a door with a window. Through that he could see what looked like a kitchen.
He went down the stairs to the left, into an Italian bistro, with cheesy violins playing through speakers somewhere. He stood there, looking at the surroundings, until an Italian sounding man walked up to him.
"What can I do for you today?" The man asked.
"Nothing right now, just looking."
The waited walked off, and Johnathan looked at the counter, at the woman serving drinks behind it. She was middle aged, brown-haired, and a bit short for her age. He walked up, and put his hands on the counter.
"Oi, can I get a drink?"
"What do you want?"
"How about a Sprunk laced with some whiskey?"
"That's an odd order, but comin' right up!" She said turning around, preparing the drink.
Johnathan looked up the second floor, ending with a railing above the counter.
"That looks dangerous" He commented.
"The railing? Yeah, it can be from time to time" The girl responded, still looking away.
"So, what's your name?" Johnathan asked, slyly.
"Yon John, how about you?"
"Johnathan" he replied.
"Got a last name?"
"Oh uh…..Alexander" Johnathan said, hurriedly.
"So, Mr. Alexander, you don't sound like you're from around here. Or even this country."
"I am from Ireland, Belfast, to be precise"
"Belfast, eh? I thought that was in England?" She questioned.
"Nope, it's in Ireland" he responded.
" Here is your drink, are you here for work?"
"Might as well, kinda jobless right now" He replied.
"Hey, did you hear about that assassination last week?" She queried.
"Yeah, terrible how a senator can be killed in his own state"
"You look sorta familiar…Have I met you before?" She said, looking closely at his features.
"Uhhh…..no…..I don't think so, at least" He responded.
"Hmmm….well, the boss likes to interview the applicants before they apply, so, if you don't mind, could you come with me?" She said, professionally.
"I guess" He said, as he followed her up the stairs, through a door to the immediate right.
She had him sit down in a chair, and wait. "He will be here in a minute" she had told him as she walked out. Seemed longer than a few minutes. Something was up. And it wasn't good.
The door opened. Johnathan looked over his shoulder, as five men walked inside. Johnathan stood up, withdrawing his weapon.
"Hey, we're cool, that's not needed" Said one of the men.
Johnathan slowly lowered the gun, still keeping it readied. "What do you want from me?" he calmly asked.
"Your employment, Mr. Spencer" replied the man in the middle. "You see, we know who you are, and we could use you. The pay would be decent, and definitely a turn-around from that senator incident last week."
"It seems my reputation precedes me" Johnathan replied. "So, keep talking about this job".
The other man went on, "We need someone dead, and we do not want anyone to know" the man said, calmly, emotionless. "We need him to vanish, and with him, our problems"
"Your problems?" Johnathan questioned. "Anyway, you said it pays well. How much is well?"
"Full of questions, ey?" the man said, as he walked around Johnathan to his chair at the desk. "The pay is Seventy-five grand, twenty-five up front. Our problems…..well…..he is the leader of a group of Mexicans in town that did not take kindly to our operations. They are called the 'Vatos Locos' "said the man, a he sipped out of a glass that had been there since John walked in. "They call themselves 'gangsters'…..well, we need their 'gang' to fall apart, and this man's death will accomplish that."
"The pay sounds good, and no job is too hard. So, where does he usually hang out?" Johnathan said, leaning back in his chair.
"He hangs out, here" said the man, putting a photo on the table. "It's called Seville". Johnathan leaned forwards, looking at the photo. He saw a bunch of Mexicans handing around a two story apartment building.
"That is near the beach, right?" He asked, still looking at the picture.
"That is correct" said the man. "There is also a basket ball court that they hang out at. I want you to kill Ethan, and anyone that gets in the way, the more the better. This one is Ethan" he said, pointing to the man in the center of the people. "He usually has men around him, his best men. Those need to go too. Basically, cause as much chaos as you want. I can provide you with a few men to help, under your command of course."
"Sounds good but, who are you even?" Johnathan asked, realizing he had no clue about who these men were. "Me? I am Mo Cena. Us? We are the La Cosa Nostra, a fairly large operation here in Los Santos. I am currently at the head of this." Mo said, "This may or may not be my real name, if you are wondering."
"Alright, so who will I be with?" Johnathan asked, anxious to get started. "You will be working with Salvatore Auditorre and Alex Vargas. They are some trusted employees, and they are great at taking orders."
"Alright, got any resources for me? I am down to a Sig Sauer, with two clips. That job kinda screwed things up for me."
"We have some weapons and explosives." said Mo, chuckling. "Only take what you need" he finished, sternly.
"Got it, now, where are these explosives? And, what all weapons are available?" Johnathan said, eagerly looking at the men at the door. "Any of these Salvatore or Alex?"
"The two on the right will take you, and they are Salve and Alex." Said Mo, calmly. "Take him to the storage locker, and show him the toys. Damien, Sam, Drake, stay here, I want to speak with you about something."
Johnathan followed the men out, walking downstairs, past the kitchen, and down more stairs into a backyard. "I don't see a locker" Johnathan said, suspiciously, as they stopped next to a dumpster.
"Just wait" Alex said, opening it up, from the front panel. Johnathan walked up, looking inside.
There he saw handguns, machine guns, sniper rifles, and explosives, all packed into a standard dumpster.
"That's better!" said Johnathan, leaning closer. He pulled out two of the handguns, examining them.
"Take only what you need, what you take you can keep, bosses orders" said Salvatore, glumly.
John examined them, talking to himself. "Platinum Colt M1911s…..very nice choice…." He said, as he slipped them into his waistband, one on each side. He looked closer, at a machine gun before pulling it out. "TMP, all the firepower of an Uzi, in something that can be hidden in a pocket. This should be all, but just in case, I'll take one of these too" he said, removing a G36c from the dumpster, strapping it on his back. "Let's get it done".