Game On
Chapter Ten: Driver
The tantalizing smell of hamburgers wafted through the air, enveloping the entire restaurant in a mouth-watering aroma that made everyone's stomach growl in anticipation. Families were gathered around tables, enjoying their meals and chatting amongst themselves, creating a lively and joyful atmosphere. However, amidst all the laughter and conversation, there was an unusual sight to behold. Young girls were dancing naked on stage, their movements sensual and alluring, providing a risqué and provocative backdrop to the otherwise family-friendly setting. Tucker sat at his table, his feet propped up and a look of longing on his face as he watched the girls on stage. The smell of the hamburgers was intoxicating, and his mouth watered at the thought of taking a bite, but he knew it was impossible. The game's mechanics prevented him from partaking in the meal, leaving him to only watch and imagine the taste. Instead, he diverted his attention to the girls on stage, letting their movements distract him from his hunger.
Despite the presence of young children and families, the girls continued to dance naked, seemingly unbothered by the audience around them. It was a strange and surreal sight, one that was both fascinating and slightly unsettling. Tucker couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as he watched, a strange sense of excitement mixed with guilt and confusion. He picked up his tablet, scanning the new skills that had been added to his list. He had a pretty good idea of what the Ghetto Drive-By was, but there was another skill that caught his eye, Ninja. He had no idea what it did, but the name alone was enough to pique his curiosity. He tapped on the button, waiting for the skill to load, his mind racing with possibilities but nothing happened.
"No enemies nearby"- Tucker read out loud, it made sense since there was no one to fight. "I guess it has something to do with Maddie"- the teen muttered.
Tucker tried calling Danny, hoping to share his excitement with someone, but it went straight to voicemail. He sighed in frustration, knowing that the game didn't have any scripts for Danny at the moment. It was a disappointing realization, but he knew that he couldn't let it dampen his mood. He had new skills to explore and a restaurant full of entertainment to enjoy. With a determined look on his face, he set aside his tablet and focused his attention back on the stage, ready to see what the rest of the game had in store for him. Tucker made his way toward the locker room, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through his veins. The new equipment and skills he had acquired were going to make all the difference in this next mission. He had never set foot in the Nasty Burger's locker room before, but he didn't expect it to be anything like his high school's locker room.
As he pushed open the door, he was met with a sight that was both shocking and unexpected. The room was littered with sex toys and condoms, both used and new. Tucker's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly pushed the feeling aside. After all, he reminded himself, this wasn't a typical locker room. The Nasty Burger was half strip club, and it seemed that the patrons and employees made full use of the facilities. Tucker had to admit, he didn't find the sight too strange, considering all the things he had seen so far. But he knew that he couldn't afford to be distracted by the surroundings. He had a job to do, and he was determined to do it well. As he made his way deeper into the locker room, he took note of every detail. The layout, the exits, the potential hiding spots. He was a pro at this by now, and he knew that every bit of information could make the difference between success and failure.
"Here we go again."- Tucker declared as he pushed further down the room.
Tucker could not help but notice Valerie Grey, the young dark-skinned girl standing by the back entrance. She was a plump girl, with a curvaceous figure that commanded attention. Her large breasts and delectable butt were accentuated by the tight black corset she wore, which barely contained her ample breasts. The G-string she had on left very little to the imagination, and the fishnet stockings and knee-high boots she wore only added to her allure. Valerie was a sight to behold, and Tucker could see why she turned heads wherever she went, even in the real world. It was clear to Tucker what the game was implying when it chose her outfit for the night. Valerie's presence by the back entrance also suggested that she was familiar with the inner workings of the club. Tucker knew that this was not the kind of place that a young girl like Valerie would just wander into by accident. She was there for a reason, and Tucker could not help but wonder what that reason was. As Tucker approached Valerie, he could see that she was smoking a joint. The pungent smell of marijuana filled the air.
"Hey Tucker, I'm really sorry to ask, but I'm running late for my next job and I was wondering if you could give me a ride."- Valerie asked out of the blue.
"Of course, Valerie! I'd be happy to help."- Tucker accepted knowing he had little say in the matter.
"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Before we head out, I need to ask you for one more favor."- Valerie replied with a big smile.
"Sure thing, what do you need?" Tucker asked
"I need you to pack some heat."- the girl requested.
"Way ahead of you"- Tucker countered as he showed an energy pistol.
A floating text box appeared in front of Tucker with the mission's details. He was to fetch his motorcycle and chauffeur Valerie to a series of destinations, a mission that Tucker accepted with a solemn nod. With a spring in his step, Tucker walked over to where his motorcycle was parked, conveniently located right outside the backdoor of the Nasty Burger. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he looked at his bike, a sleek and powerful machine that he customized to his exact specifications at Johnny's workshop. As Tucker swung his leg over the seat and kicked the engine into life, Valerie climbed on behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. With a nod from Valerie, Tucker revved the engine and took off down the street, weaving expertly through the traffic as they made their way to their first stop.
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Valerie hopped off Tucker's motorcycle, a little too eager and headed towards the front door of her appointment. The house in front of her appeared to be recently painted with the lawn cut and smelling like daisies. As she approached, a large and morbidly fat man greeted her with an eerie and intimidating smile. Tucker immediately felt a sense of unease and disgust wash over him but since the man didn't have a health bar over his head meant that he wasn't an enemy. The man welcomed Valerie inside, and soon enough Tucker could hear loud and exaggerated moaning coming from within the house. The sounds made him cringe; he knew what to expect the moment he saw Valerie's outfit at the Nasty Burger. Despite his reservations, Tucker knew that Valerie was a capable and responsible as a teen could go.
A few moments later, Valerie emerged from the house, a huge smile on her face. She seemed unfazed by the noises she had just been making, and Tucker couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust as she dropped a used condom on the ground. He quickly looked away, unable to bear the sight. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Valerie seemed completely at ease, as if this was just another day at the office for her and most likely was. As they got back on Tucker's motorcycle and drove away, Valerie chatted happily about her appointment, seemingly oblivious to the discomfort it had caused Tucker. He tried to focus on the road ahead.
The teen had to admit that driving Valerie around to meet her clients was by far the easiest task he had been given. All he had to do was wait by his bike while she went inside to conduct her business, and then drive her to the next location when she was finished. It was a simple mission that required very little effort on his part, and he was grateful for the break from the more dangerous and high-pressure assignments he had been dealing with. However, Tucker felt most uneasy, things were never easy within this mad world. Up until this point, everything had gone smoothly, and Tucker had been lulled into a false sense of security after the third client. But as he sat next to his bike, waiting for Valerie to finish her John, he started to feel a sense of unease. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something just didn't feel right.
"I guess those cuckold ain't around"- Tucker spoke as he looked around.
Tucker's mind jumped to the Cucketeer gang, a ruthless and unpredictable group of criminals that he had encountered on previous missions. He knew this kind of scenarios was perfect for them, so far, any mission with girls having sex had the gang appearing and causing havoc. As the minutes ticked by, Tucker's anxiety grew. He started to scan the area, looking for any signs of trouble. He checked and rechecked his weapons, making sure they were loaded and ready to go. It was then that he noticed something most odd and rather unique, Tucker couldn't believe what he was seeing as he watched several police cars rushing towards him with their sirens blaring and lights flashing. It was the first time that he saw any matter of authority in the game, before he knew it, three patrol cars had abruptly parked on the other side of the street.
Tucker's heart began to race as he saw female officers dressed in what could only be described as provocative uniforms emerging from the cars. They were wearing black booty shorts, light blue tops that left little to the imagination, leather stiletto boots, and police caps perched precariously on their heads. Tucker was dumbfounded and confused as to why the police would be here, but his questions were quickly answered as without any warning, the officers opened fire. Bullets whizzed past Tucker's head, and he dove for cover behind a nearby tree. He could hear the sound of footsteps running towards him, and he peeked out from behind the tree to see the officers closing in on his position. The text log appeared in front of him announcing a new type of enemy.
"The Special Task Department or best know as the STD is a unit highly trained and equip to fight prostitution in all its forms, they are armed with automatic pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles and machine guns. They had a shoot first, ask question second policy."- Tucker read with dread.
"Seriously…? A whole task force to deal with whore but nothing to stop the gangs… priorities… I guess."- Tucker said bemused.
"Hands up, whore!"- the cop yelled out as she pulled her gun out.
Tucker quickly responded to the threat posed by the STD officers by pulling out his energy rifle. The cops, caught off guard by Tuckers' sudden and aggressive response, were unable to effectively counter his attacks. They fired their pistols in a panicked and erratic manner, their bullets falling short of their target. Tucker, with his superior weapon and tactical skills, was able to easily avoid their shots and continue his relentless assault. With each shot, Tucker demonstrated his mastery of the energy rifle and his ability to quickly and accurately take down his opponents. The officers, despite their efforts, were no match for Tuckers' skill and experience. One by one, they fell, unable to withstand the onslaught of Tuckers' energy rifle. As the last officer hit the ground, Tucker took a moment to survey the scene. He saw the defeated and motionless bodies of the officers, their pistols still clutched in their hands. Tucker, with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, knew that he had successfully defended himself and emerged victorious in the confrontation.
"Highly trained, my ass."- Tucker mocked.
Valerie, showing no sign of concern or hesitation, exited the apartment and didn't even bother to look at the deceased police officers that were scattered around the property. Tucker was sure that she was determined to fulfill her professional obligations, despite the chaotic and dangerous situation that was unfolding around her. Valerie quickly made her way to Tucker's motorcycle, which was parked on the street. Tucker saw as the girl got on the backseat and waiting for him to get on the bike. Tucker made sure to collect the money and ammo from the dead cops before following suit. He knew he was now being target by the authorities rather than some silly gang armed with phallic bats.
Tucker was tearing down the street with a reckless abandon that seemed to defy both logic and gravity. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursed through his veins, and his grip on the pistol was firm and steady. He had found himself in the midst of a situation that most people could only imagine in their worst nightmares, pursued by a group of STD cops who seemed more like a gang of hired guns than upholders of the law. The sound of their motorcycles was deafening, an ear-splitting cacophony that filled the air with a deadly urgency. They came after him with a single-minded determination, firing their guns with wild abandon, heedless of the public safety. The bullets whizzed by him, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Tucker knew that he had to act fast, that he had to find a way to outmaneuver his pursuers before it was too late.
He swerved in and out of traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions with oncoming vehicles. The drivers honked their horns and swore at him, but Tucker paid them no mind. His focus was solely on the road ahead, on the ever-shifting landscape of asphalt and danger that stretched out before him. He knew that he had to keep moving, that he had to stay one step ahead of the STD cops if he wanted to survive. As the motorcycles continued to give chase, Tucker took aim with his pistol and fired. One by one, the STD cops fell to his marksmanship, their bodies crumpling to the ground like discarded rag dolls. Tucker felt a surge of elation with each shot, a sense of satisfaction that he had managed to elude his pursuers, if only for a moment. But the STD cops were relentless, and they continued to give chase, undeterred by the carnage that lay in their wake. Tucker knew that he had to find a way to put an end to this, to bring an end to this deadly game of cat and mouse once and for all.
"Cease and diseased motherfucker!"- one female STD officer demanded seconds before she started to shoot. Tucker saw her crashed into the backside of a truck.
"Dude, these bitches are crazy as fuck!"- Tucker yelled as took a sharp turn into the alley.
Tucker weaved his way through the narrow and congested alleyways, hoping to evade his pursuers by utilizing the maze-like layout of the city streets. However, despite the absence of vehicles, he soon discovered that the alleyways presented their own unique set of challenges. The dumpsters, which were scattered throughout the narrow passageways, proved to be just as formidable an obstacle as any car or bike. Tucker had to navigate his way around these massive metal containers, dodging and weaving as he attempted to maintain his speed and agility. As he rode, Tucker couldn't help but notice something that made his stomach turn. Legs were sticking out of several of the dumpsters. The sight of it all was sickening, and Tucker felt a wave of disgust wash over him. The thought of young girls being thrown out like garbage after sex was almost too much to bear, and he clenched his jaw in anger as he rode past.
Just as Tucker was starting to feel like he had successfully shaken the STD cops, he heard the sound of screeching tires and crunching metal behind him. A group of biker cops had crashed into the dumpsters, sending them flying into the air in a burst of debris and smoke. Tucker gritted his teeth and pushed on, determined to put as much distance between himself and the police as possible. Eventually, Tucker emerged from the alleyway and found himself back on the main street. He glanced down at his GPS, checking his location and plotting his next move. The map on the screen indicated that he was close to the park where Valerie was meeting her last client of the day. As he approached the park, Tucker saw a group of men gathered near the bathrooms.
"Ok this is the last one. Give me five minutes and I'm out."- Valerie said a timer appeared over the bathroom door.
Valerie climbed off of Tucker's motorcycle and quickly made her way towards the public restroom situated in the park. As she entered, she was met with the sight of a group of men who had been waiting for her. Despite the initial shock, she composed herself and prepared for what was to come. The men, who had been expecting her, eagerly approached her and the group waste no time in moving towards one of the stalls. Once inside, they began to have sex, with Valerie trying her best to keep up with the pace of the men around her. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed throughout the bathroom, drawing the attention of those outside. Tucker watched with awe as the strangers were fucking the girl with no regard or care, more like an object than a person. The moaning growing louder by the second.
In that pivotal moment, Tucker's instincts took over as he saw a group of STD cops making their way towards them, with a determined and resolute look in their eyes. It was evident that their objective was to put an end to Valerie's actions, regardless of the costs. Without wasting a single second, Tucker positioned himself by the door, shielding Valerie as she continued to engage in sexual activities. With a firm grip on his rifle, Tucker was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure that Valerie finished with her client. The tension in the air was palpable as the sound of sirens grew louder and louder. Tucker's heart raced as he took aim at the approaching patrol cars, his fingers wrapped tightly around the trigger. With a swift and calculated motion, he pulled the trigger, sending a barrage of energy slugs towards the oncoming vehicles. The impact was immediate and explosive, with the patrol cars erupting into flames and debris flying in every direction.
Tucker didn't stop there, he continued to fire at the remaining cars, determined to protect Valerie at all costs. The sound of gunfire echoed through the night, drowning out the sounds of their heavy breathing and the moans of pleasure coming from Valerie. Despite the chaos and violence, Tucker remained focused on his task, his mind clear and his movements precise. As the last of the patrol cars were destroyed, Tucker finally allowed himself to take a deep breath. He looked around, surveying the damage, and was relieved to see that they were safe, at least for the time being. Valerie's safety had been his top priority. Tucker turned to Valerie, who was still lost in the throes of pleasure. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he had protected her in the face of danger.
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"Good news, Tucker I got a call and two more clients booked me. Let's go." Valerie said with a cheer.
As Tucker and Valerie rapidity sped towards their next destination, a local kindergarten, Tucker could feel his anxiety levels rising with every passing second. The thought of being in such a place, surrounded by innocent children and their carefree laughter, while Valerie was in her current state, was almost too much for him to bear. Tucker couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and discomfort as he imagined the horrified expressions that would no doubt appear on the faces of the children and their parents if they caught even a glimpse of Valerie's current appearance. Valerie, on the other hand, seemed to be completely unfazed by the situation. As they pulled into the parking lot, she quickly jumped off of the bike, leaving a trail of cum behind her as she marched purposefully towards the playground. Tucker watched in horror as the children, both boys and girls, started to gather around Valerie, curious and drawn to her like moths to a flame. Valerie, for her part, seemed to relish in the attention, eagerly kissing and hugging the children, much to Tucker's dismay.
The sight of Valerie, covered in cum and surrounded by eager young children, brought back painful memories for Tucker. He couldn't help but be reminded of the Pack, a group of wild and feral kids trapped in bondage that he had encountered on a previous occasion. They had left him physically and emotionally scarred, and the traumatic memories still haunted him. Tucker couldn't believe what he was seeing. Valerie was willingly allowing herself to be the center of attention for a group of young children. He watched as Valerie slowly and sensuously removed her corset, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud. Next came her thong, which she slipped off with a grace that seemed almost out of place in this situation.
Once she was completely undressed, Valerie lay down on the ground, spreading her legs invitingly. Tucker's heart raced as he watched the young kids, who couldn't have been more than eight or nine years old, undress as well. They approached Valerie with a confidence that belied their age, mounting her and swaying their hips back and forth. Tucker couldn't help but wonder if Valerie was actually feeling any pleasure from this unusual encounter. He couldn't imagine that she could possibly be enjoying the sensation of the tiny dicks of these young boys inside of her, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the look of ecstasy on her face. As he watched, Tucker felt a mixture of jealousy and arousal.
"Quickly! She engaging in unauthorized sexual activities again!"- Tucker's stupor was broken.
As Tucker found himself in a precarious situation, with cops arriving in large numbers, he knew he had to act quickly. There was no time to waste, and he had to think fast. The police officers were approaching him from all sides, and Tucker had no choice but to take cover behind the nearest car. He could hear the sound of their radios crackling, and the loud commands being shouted by their superior officers to arrest Valerie, Tucker kindly understood why. It was a scene straight out of a movie, with Tucker as the lone protagonist, facing off against a sea of police officers. Tucker knew that he couldn't outrun them. But he did have something up his sleeve that might give him an edge. It was a new skill he had recently acquired, one that could potentially turn the tide in his favor. His hand dove into his pocket and produces a cellphone.
"Jazz. I need some help."- Tucker said.
"Tucker, my friends are on their way."- Jazz said, her voice calm and reassuring.
Tucker, armed with his trusty rifle, took matters into his own hands as he saw the STD cops approaching. He didn't hesitate to fire, taking down several of them in quick succession. The sound of gunfire filled the air, but Tucker remained focused. He turned to check on Valerie, only to find her still "entertaining" the kids with his plump ass. He shook his head though slightly amused, pushing the thought aside as he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Just as he had anticipated, the sound of engines roared in the distance, and two sleek muscle cars, mustangs by the look of them, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The drivers, who happened to be black men, wasted no time in joining the fight, brandishing their guns and firing at the officers.
Tucker watched in amazement as the men expertly took down several of the cops, their movements precise and calculated. It was a sight to behold, far more efficient than having a group of teenagers charging at armed enemies as was his previous skill. Tucker couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as he watched the scene unfold. He had known that this approach would be more effective, and now, watching the black men take down the officers made his mission far easier. Tucker move from his position while attacking the nearby cops. The black men continued to attack the officers as they circle around, slowly but surely depleting their ranks. Tucker took a deep breath and took down the last STD officer, he then saw the two cars speed away. Tucker raised his fist in triumph.
"All done, Tucker."- Valerie said as she come out from the playground covered in semen which grossed Tucker out.
Despite the bizarre circumstances, she was noticeably overjoyed, her face beaming with a wide grin from ear to ear. Tucker, on the other hand, did not seem as thrilled, but he had come to accept the unusual reality that he found himself in. He knew that they had to continue with their plans, and so he told Valerie to get on the motorcycle so they could meet with her last client for the day. The trip was relatively peaceful, without any enemy bikers chasing after them, which was a rare occurrence. Tucker found himself feeling more worried than relieved, knowing that a significant fight was looming on the horizon. He couldn't shake off the feeling of impending danger, and the calm before the storm only served to heighten his anxiety. Despite his concerns, he remained focused on the task at hand, careful to keep his emotions in check and his mind sharp. Valerie, for her part, seemed oblivious to Tucker's worry, still basking in the afterglow of her playground encounter.
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The GPS system in the car led the couple, Tucker and Valerie, to an unexpected destination: a grand mansion that seemed to be straight out of a fairy tale. As they approached the main gate, Tucker couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise and curiosity. The mansion loomed ahead, dark and imposing against the night sky. Suddenly, the front door opened and out stepped Vlad Masters, the man they had come to see. Tucker felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Vlad, who seemed to exude an air of power and control. But Valerie didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't seem to care. She walked towards Vlad who headed to the gazebo in the garden, Valerie started to dance in a seductive manner for him. Tucker watched as she began to strip, revealing her bare skin to Vlad's hungry gaze.
As he stood there, taking in the scene before him, the faint sound of sirens in the distance began to grow louder. His heart began to race as he turned around to see the source of the noise. Rolling up towards him was a large, imposing police van, its sirens blaring and lights flashing. The van was unlike any he had seen before, marked with large letters on the side that read "STD." Tucker felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the vehicle, unsure of what was happening. He took a few steps back, putting some distance between himself and the approaching van. As he did, he took a closer look at the vehicle and noticed some unusual features. For one, it was much larger than a typical police van, with thick, armored plates covering the windows and body. And on the roof, he saw something even more alarming, a mounted fully covered machine gun turret.
"Stop any and all unauthorized sexual activity at once. This is your final warning."- a female voice said through a loudspeaker.
"Man, these motherfuckers really take their job seriously."- Tucker said as he saw three large health bars appear over the police APC. "Who the hell needs an armored car?!"- he asked.
The police armored personnel carrier positioned itself menacingly in front of Tucker, its machine gun mounted on top churning out a steady stream of bullets. Tucker, caught in the crosshairs, had no choice but to seek cover behind the sturdy stone fountain nearby. Despite the barrage of gunfire, the fountain held its ground, providing a much-needed barrier between himself and the relentless APC. As the sound of machine gun fire filled his ears, Tucker's eyes darted around him, scanning his surroundings. It was then that he noticed a group of STD police officers rushing towards his location, their weapons at the ready. The sight of additional enemies only added to the urgency of the situation, and Tucker knew he needed to act quickly. Thankfully, he had come prepared for a fight.
The teen quickly looked through his inventory, searching for any weapons that could give him an advantage in this dire situation. He smiled upon seeing a few grenades he bought from Sam recently, and he knew instantly that they would be his best bet against the APC. The grenades were powerful enough to do some serious damage to the armored vehicle, and Tucker was determined to make the most of them. With the grenades in hand, Tucker turned his attention back to the APC. The machine gun fire had ceased for a moment, giving the boy an opening to strike. He took a deep breath, gripped the grenades tightly, and prepared to make his move.
As the APC started firing again, Tucker hurled the grenades with all his might, aiming for the back tires. The grenades exploded on impact, sending plumes of smoke and debris into the air. The APC was rocked by the explosions, part of the health bar depleted but the vehicle was still in combat. The cops open fire on Tucker as the APC started to move around and land a killer blow. Tucker fired back at the cops as he searched for another safe spot in the garden.
"No fucking hints or something?"- Tucker declared as he expected another text log to appear. It was then that took out his phone. "Hey, Jazz, daddy needs some more help."- Tucker said.
"Tucker, my friends are on their way."- Jazz said, her voice calm and reassuring. Tucker realized that she repeated herself.
Despite the intense shootout taking place just a few meters away, Valerie and Vlad are completely oblivious to the chaos around them as they engage in passionate sex in the gazebo. The sound of gunfire and shouting is barely audible to them, drowned out by their own moans and heavy breathing. Valerie's body is pressed against the cold, metal bars of the gazebo as Vlad takes her from behind, their bodies moving in rhythm with each other. As Valerie and Vlad reach their climax, Tucker sighs and continues firing at the police. He's outnumbered, but he's not going down without a fight. He knows that Valerie and Vlad are in their own world, and that there's nothing he can do to change that. But he also knows that he needs to keep fighting. The gunfire continues to ring out as Valerie and Vlad lay spent in the gazebo, their bodies entwined in a post-coital embrace. It's a surreal scene, with the sounds of violence and chaos serving as the backdrop to their intimate moment. Despite the danger surrounding them, they are completely at peace, lost in their own world. Tucker, on the other hand, is left to face the reality of the situation, his mind focused on the task at hand as he continues to wage his one-man war against the STD police.
"Cease all unauthorized sexual activity at once"- the policewoman in the APC ordered.
Suddenly, two muscle cars come tearing into the garden, drawing the focus of the police away from Tucker. The vehicles, driven by the same black men as before expertly execute a drive-by on the police force, causing chaos and disorder among their ranks. This timely intervention provides Tucker with the opportunity to prepare his next attack, he takes the remaining grenades. With a swift and calculated motion, he pulls the pins and hurls them towards the APC. The grenades make contact with the armored vehicle, unleashing a series of explosions that rock the entire area. The APC's health bar, once imposing and intimidating, rapidly dwindles as the grenades take their toll. Left with no more grenades, Tucker uses his rifle though not as effective as the grenades, it still causes damage.
"That's the best you can do?!"- Tucker challenged as he saw the health bar near its end.
From the back seat of one of the muscle cars, a member of Jazz's crew pulls out a rocket launcher, taking aim at the already weakened APC. The loud and thunderous sound of the rocket launcher being fired reverberates through the air, and in an instant, the APC is enveloped in a ball of fire. The once-feared vehicle is obliterated, leaving nothing but a pile of smoking rubble behind. Tucker can only watch in awe and gratitude as Jazz's friends continue to wreak havoc on the police force, providing him with the opportunity to eliminate the remains. He then sees the two cars drive away at full speed.
"Damn… Jazz better fuck their brains out after this."- Tucker muttered.
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"Great job, Tucker. Listen, Vlad paid me to stay overnight. See ya."- Valerie said nonchalantly despite the chaos.
Valerie approached Tucker after noticing that Vlad had disappeared. She gently punched him in the shoulder, not hard enough to cause pain, but with just enough force to convey her appreciation. He couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment for having accomplished the mission, but his victory was short-lived as he was now filled with a newfound fear. What followed next was anyone's guess, and Tucker couldn't shake the feeling that he was in over his head. Despite his reservations, Tucker was sure that he had what was necessary to win, it was then that Valerie walked toward the mansion and vanished.
To be continued