Blah…Starting this at like 2am….while listening to random music and so on…..meh.
Chapter 3, The Job
A black town car rolls to a stop at a basketball court. The window rolls down, a man looks out at the Mexicans playing basketball. No words are said, but the Mexicans stopped, and started walking over. At that moment, they see a flash of metal as a gun is raised, and machinegun fire spits across the court, striking four of them, then the car roars off. The others run over to the fallen, yelling in rapid Spanish. More men come running out of the complex across the street, totaling up to eighteen men. Johnathan watches all of this through binoculars from a near-by tower. "The true power of the Vatos Locos I see….this is going to be one fun job..." he thinks to himself. He raises a radio to his lips, speaking into it. "Alex, spark the fires" "Got it boss" responds Alex, quietly.
Soon, black smoke rises from the apartment complex across from the target complex. More incoherent shouting, more panic. Just the way it needed to be. "Salve, light the bomb." He says into the radio. "Bomb is lit" replied Salvatore. All was well, the plan was working beautifully.
A sudden whoosh was heard, as firebombs inside the parked cars go off. Shouts turned into screams. Words turned into gibberish, even for the people that could understand the language. There was chaos. There was opportunity.
"Salve, Alex, in position?" Johnathan asked, as he hurried down the stairs from the tower.
"Yes sir" rang out in unison from them both. John moved down the road, cautiously approaching the side of the apartment complex. He slipped out the two M1911s, one in each hand, and rounded the corner, coming into sight of the men. At the same time, Salvatore came around the other side of that complex, with an FNP90, and Alex came around the complex across the street, with a UMP .45, all weapons aimed at the Mexicans, John aiming at Ethan, who was in the middle of the crowd.
"What is going on here?" asked Ethan, and he was not in a good mood. His hand was slowly sliding down his side, towards his waistband.
"Not you." Johnathan replied coldly, as he emptied both clips into the crowd, careful to miss Alex. John took cover, reloading, as Salve and Alex emptied their clips, almost downing the whole crowd. Two men had quickly crouched behind cars, and were safe from the bullets.
The two men were smart; they slipped over to the same car, and watched both ways, keeping us pinned down. John slipped back down the road, staying behind the apartments. He moved down a few blocks, then cut over, telling Salve and Alex to keep them pinned down. He walked around them, coming up from an un-expected angle, the other side of the street from where he was before, at the corner of that complex. He slipped around the corner, firing off four quick rounds. Two bullets to each chest, how he learned with the IRA. John whistled, signaling the confirmation. John, Alex, and Salve walked out, looking at the bodies, shooting everyone that moved just one more time, stopping at Ethan, who was barely clinging to life. Johnathan kneeled over him.
"Sorry man, just business" he said, as he fired one last shot into Ethan's head, fulfilling the contract.
They walked the two blocks to the town car, drove it to a parking lot with no security cameras, made sure the car was clean with no prints, left it, and stole another car from the lot. That car they took to a La Cosa Nostra sponsored chop shop, which got rid of the car for them, and earned a bit of cash. Then they went and ate at Burger Shot, then went to the Bistro to report the success.
When they walked in the doors, the place was empty. Johnathan instantly grew suspicious, and slipped his fingers into his belt loop, near his gun. They walked through the building, stopping at the door to Mo's office. At this point, there had been no noises or people anywhere. Johnathan waited for them to open the door, and was surprised with what he saw. There were about fifteen different people there, along with Mo, and the new arrivals.
"So, John, did you like that job?" asked Mo, coolly. "I guess" was the response.
"Well, here is your pay" said Mo, sitting stacks of bills on the table. "Would you like to earn some more?"
"You know I am jobless, of course I'll take almost anything that pays" replied John, still suspicious.
"I would like for you to work here, for me. For us, like you just did, except only with us, capiche?" said Mo, happily, as this was his favorite part of the job. Recruiting new guys. "So, whadaya say? You in?"
"I'm in, don't worry. What do you need me for now?" John asked, relieved. "Introductions for today, tomorrow, we will get down to business." Mo, responded, and then held out his arm, slowly moving it past everyone, saying their names as it passed. "Damien, Matthas, Sam, Drake, Doya, Andrew, Isaac, Ivan, Gianmarco, Joe, Mark, Jeremy, Daigo, Yon, and Osferd. You will be working with them from now on. You will learn to trust them, or not. You never know who could be a spy, who could be a snitch. You can trust everyone, or no one. You will know if you did the wrong thing when you are dead. Got that?"
"Always have, same principles as a mercenary. Never know when you are gonna get screwed. And when you find out, you're too late." John said, calmly. "Only thing you can trust is yourself, and your gun. Unless it runs out of ammo" he finished, chuckling.
"Sounds about right" Mo said, smiling. "Welcome to the business. Damien, show him around. I believe he already saw the gun locker."
"Alright boss" replied Damien. "C'mon, I'll show you around."
They walked out, and Damien showed him the works.
"So, you're from Ireland, ey?" asked Damien as they walked around a corner. "Yep, from Dublin" came the response. "Myself, I am from Italy." "Cool" Johnathan said, not paying much attention.
Damien showed John the makeshift medical room, the "meat locker", around the backyard, the kitchen, and the actual bistro itself. All in all, it was a pretty large and organized place. It even had a staircase leading up to a balcony, which had an amazing view of the west end of the city. Then they went back to Mo's office for John's first assignment as part of the family.