NationStates Jolt Archive

Gerald Franklin was happy. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had achieved something. And I damn well have..., he thought, as he looked at his wife pushing his son's swing from his car. I dragged myself outta that gutter, and got myself straight again. And I got a wife, a kid and a good job. Yeah, life is good...

Franklin cast back his thoughts to the past that had caused him so many sleepless nights. The murders, the arson, the lives he ruined... even though he stayed in the business long enough, he never really enjoyed his life as a gangster. It showed you too much of the seedy side of life. Reminded you that the stuff you see in movies gets re-enacted every day in some parts of this damned city. But it was over now. He got out of the life. He had to piss off a good number of people to do so, and had to kill a good number more, but he got out of it. The past was the past, and he had a good life now.

But the past has a horrible habit of sneaking up on you when you least want it to.

As he looked out his car window, he saw a group of men grab his wife and child and run away. He yelled out in dismay and started getting out of his car. He pulled out his Glock pistol from his shoulder holster. He saw one of the men drop something onto the pavement next to an unmarked white van, before getting into the back. In the split second the doors were open, Gerald saw his wife and child struggling in the interior of the vehicle. The van tore off. A few moments later, Gerald was at the pavement, firing at the van. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't hear the screams of the passers-by. He couldn't hear the noise of his bullets hitting the back of the van. He couldn't even hear the gun firing in his hand. All he could hear was his heartbeat thudding in his ears.

The pistol clicked empty, the van was gone. Gerald could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. Gone. His new life, his happiness, snatched away from him from right beneath his nose. Why? Who were those guys? What did they want?

He remembered the item that had been dropped. He looked at his feet and saw a black mobile phone lying on the pavement in front of him. He picked it up, and heard it begin to ring. He pressed "Answer", and heard an all-too-familiar voice say, "Hello Gerald. Let's play a little game, shall we?"

OOC: Please join! Be creative and think up a part to play, but try to avoid changing the story. Remember, people don't just get kidnapped without the authorities hearing about it...

BUMP

Come on people...

BUMP again...

Why won't anyone bite?

TAG

Anyone else?

Squad car driver Joey Tracey waved in a saluting manner as he passed an old friend of his-a drug addict he helped get clean. He drove on a little further untill he stopped at some lights, the crossroads was clear but he stayed put.
He was soon glad he had. A white van sped across the road, skidding onto the path as it passed. Its wheels spun but it got going again. Joey picked up his radio from its holder with one hand and released the handrbeak with the other.

Situation at location. Speeding vehicle out of controll, believed drunk. Will give chase.

as he spoke he pressed the accelerator and spun the wheel, speeding towards the tiny image of the van he could see in the distance...

OOC: Thanks Pab.

IC:

"Juilianni! You bastard!" Shouted Franklin into the mobile.

"Now, now, now! Where are your manners? That's no way to treat an old friend, now is it, Gerald?"

"Where are my family?! What have you done with them?!"

"Ah, you always did get straight to business... I liked that about you, Gerald. I took you under my wing. A few years more, you woulda been a made man. Why did you have to go and betray me?"

"Screw you, Juilianni! I wanted out of the life, and you wouldn't let me! I wanted to get clean, start over. But I was stuck as a low-life creep like you."

The voice on the other end of the line went cold. "I'm better than the fools I have in my payroll. I have vision. A future. I'm gonna be rich. And you was gonna be given a nice big retirement fund. You coulda had the life you have now. Or, used to have."

He cackled.

"Your family is safe. For now. But you and me, we need to catch up with each other. But maybe later. I feel we should get straight to the point, si?

"We're going to play a little game. I tell you what to do, you do it. It's that simple. You don't do what I say, don't do it when I say, don't do it how I say... and your family will die an inch at a time. Do I make myself clear?"

OOC_Anytime, by co-incidence I just played The getaway...

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Joey circles the area and holds his radio up.

Controll, I lost 'em. Recomend action?

There was a slight pause then the radio cackled slightly,

Unit Echoe Alpha 3, continue searching. We have reason to believe this is realted to a kidnapping in the area, mother and child. Repeat continue searching. Treat with care, over.

Confirmed Controll

Joey placed the radio down as his vehicle rolled forward without any power, he looked out the window to his right. The road to his left was filled with boarded up buildings, and at the end had an open gate. The rear of a white van peeked out of the gate.

Echoe Alpha 3 to Controll, possible target sighted.

Confirmed Echoe Alpha 3, continue with caution

Joey slowly drove down the road, with his hand gathering rounds into his holsetrr, and checking his gun.

OOC: Spooky... I just started playing too *Twilight Zone tune*

IC:

"Boss, we got the 'Product'" Said one of the thugs, dragging the unconscious mother out of the van towards a trailer.

"No trouble?" Asked a man, who stood on a landing a few meters above the ground.

"The guy we stole them off put a few holes in the van, and a cop tried to stop us... but I think we lost him."

"Good. Get those two inside. The boss is gonna be very unhappy if we lose this pair."

Aruun “Ice Eyes” Gruss smiled to himself. So far everything in the plan was going along seamlessly. But then, of course it would, the Boss’s plans always were. The wife and child had easy to capture and now they had the perfect bait. Gerald had fallen for it hook and sinker. Little did he know just how far he had fallen into the trap.

Gerald Franklin. A seething, hot flame of pure hate burned at his heart at even the thought of that traitor. His hands tightened to fists and his clear blue eyes of precision that had given him his nickname. Franklin would pay for what he had done, for those members he had murdered…

Something tapped him on the shoulder. His lightning-fast reflexes caused him to jump. Instantly he wheeled around to find out who dared to interrupted his fuming thoughts of revenge. It was Shorty, the newbie. Aruun disliked the newcomer, often comparing him mentally to a small rodent, but hadn’t dared to question the Boss’s actions. When you were second in command, it wasn’t something you did. Your job was to enforce. “What do you want!?” Aruun barked at the small man that stood over a head’s worth below him. Shorty only smiled deviously, causing him to look even more like a rat.

“Instructions from the boss. They should be carried out right away,” He held up a medium sized piece of paper. Ice Eyes took it dubiously and eyed it. The handwriting was the Boss’s, must be legit. He read them carefully, an evil grin creeping over his face as he did. “Thanks Shorty. I got a job to do.” He turned on his heel and set off. This was one job he was especially going to enjoy…

OOC: this is gonna be good, i can just tell...

Joey stopped about 3 metres from the gate and watched through the windscreen as a woman was dragged toward a building.

Controll, this is Echo Alpha 3. Confirmed kidnapping. Two victims, unconscious. One young male, requesting immediate armed reinforcements.

Echoe Alpha 3, this is Control. Stay in position and continue observations, armed reinforcement vehicle on route. ETA 4 minutes.

Joey reversed a little and positioned his car behind a laden dumpster, retracting his police lights and waited.

Aruun slowed his car as he neared to old warehouse area. A police car! He cursed under his breath, a police man would complicate things... carefully he turned on his cell and dialed in a number. On the second ring one of the thugs already inside picked up.

"It's me." Ice Eyes said plainly."You got company, a single policeman. Not sure how much he knows, but i think someone should find out if you know what I mean." A grunt of agreement was the response.

"I'll take care of it, back me up if i get a problem will you?" The thug asked. Aruun assured him he would, then hung up. Putting the phone down, he sat back and relaxed a bit. Best just sit here out of the cop's sight for while and see how the scene unfolded. Placing a hand on the sleek gun that hugged his hip, he did just that.

OOC: I love being a bad guy! What will happen next?:D

Gerald sat in his car, his fists clenched and his eyes tightly shut. Juilianni. Back again. He thought he had escaped him when he left The Boil. But apparently not. Juilianni was one of those people who never gave up until a bullet was firmly between his eyes.

He was too empty to cry. He felt like an ice cold hand had snatched away his new found peace and thrown him back to the bitter past that had tormented his dreams.

His silent reverie was interrupted by the phone in his pocket ringing. He stared at the screen for a moment before pressing "Answer".

"Franklin."

"Get to the clock tower in the University Campus. At the top of the stairs, a suitcase is lying. It contains one PSG-1 sniper rifle and 50 rounds. I want you to go up there and shoot every man in a suit with it."

"You're crazy, Juilianni! That's mass murder! And why people in sui..." Understanding crept into his face. "Oh God no..." He muttered.

"Ah, I see you have sussed why it's the people in the suits you've to shoot. The Eringinottis have been getting a little more confident over these last few weeks, making shipments right underneath my nose. Kill as many of them as you can. But I demand at least 40 be killed! Or else your wife's life will be on your conscious. Now get moving. You have until 3 PM."

OOC: I can play this role till Tuesday night, then I leave for Arizona and someone else will have to take it over.

IC:
Paul Torinske stood in the back of the S.W.A.T. van checking his body armor and equipment vest. Once sure it was all secure he checked the rest of his five man team: Julie, good shot and the best marshal artist Paul had ever seen; John, best sniper in the city; Frank, former baseball player, could put a grenade through a window at 40 yards; and William, the new guy.

"Alright, heads up people. John, we're dropping you off a block early and I want you in the best vantage point you can find. As for the rest of you, pairing off when we get there. Julie, you get Frank. William, you're with me."

**-thoughts

Aruun pulled his black trench coat around himself and stepped out of his car. He had a bad feeling about staying in it, and so he swiftly made his way to the shadows of one of the run-down buildings. There was still no sign of any of his fellow thugs. What the hell was going on? He had waited 10 minutes and there had been seemingly no movement from either the building or from the policeman, though he had seen the policeman whisper into his radio a couple of times. He sighed, looked like he was going to have to take care of this himself. *as usual* he mentally added.

OOC: oops, that post by anawan was suppose to be by me! Anawan is my other self. (other self glares at Athryagare) anyways, on with the story!

John hopped out of the van and raced for the fire exit. Jumping up he yanked the ladder down and began climbing. He took the stairs to the roof and jogged over to the north side of the building. Setting his rifle and spare ammunition on the ledge he took out his binoculars and sighted down the street. His view couldn't have been better, he was looking straight down a broad street to the lot and could see the entire front face of the building with the end of Joey's car off to the left.

It was then that he noticed the man in the black trench coat making his way towards Joey's car. Holding the binoculars with his left hand he reached for his radion with the left.

Joey heard footsteps in the small puddles arroudn him and spun his head discreetly.

Shit He thought as he clasped his gun tightly. He looked arround to see who was aproaching and saw the silouete of a man in a long coat. Training took over. He kicked the base of the door and it swung open, and as it did he flew out of it and spun. his foot caught against the door, so his first shot went horribly off target. His second bounced off a tall metal column and his third appeared to be headed for the man's leg. Just incase he fired a fourth shot, towards the gut this time and then ducked down behind his car for cover.

The policeman still hadn't noticed him. Now he was feet away from the car. A small bit of movement caught his eye. A rifleman! THe words"Holy Shi-" escaped from his mouth as he rolled out of the way seconds before the bullet hit his heart. He felt something hit his ankle and then the familiar warmth of blood on his skin. By this time the policeman had gotten out of his car and was unholstering his gun. Not fast enough. Aruun whipped his gun out and fired a shot. Unsure of whether he had hit or not he started to run, hobbling slightly from the wound. He was more worried about the sharp-shooter for the moment. His aim was good, very good.

Aruun reached his car just as another bullet went flying by his shoulder. Slamming the door closed as he got in, he turned on the car and burst into full gear. Behind him he heard the police car revving up too. Good, get the authorities away from here. He winced as he felt the blood flowing on his leg.
He'd ahve to deal with that later. For now he needed to get in touch with the boss and tell him of the....complications, that were now occurring.

Franklin tore towards the University in his convertible. He was easily breaking the speed limit at the rate he was going, but he didn't care. He glanced at his watch. 12 noon. He had 3 hours to kill 40 people. It was ridiculous!

He pulled up at the University and got out his car. He was too nervous to run. He looked down at his hand which was shaking uncontrollably.

Come on, Gerald... they need you... you've done this a million times before... you're not going to hit squat with nerves in this state...

He took a deep breath, looked around him to make sure no one was watching, before pushing open the door and running up the stairs.

He reached the top and picked up the briefcase. It was exactly where Juilianni said it would be. He lifted it and placed it down on a rickety looking wooden table. He unzipped it and looked at the contents, before slapping the magazine into the awaiting slot and pulled back the slider.

Franklin moved over to the window and rested the rifle on the ledge. He moved his eye to the scope and sighted a man walking along the street with a grey suit on. He shut one eye, muttered for forgiveness, before pulling the trigger.

*BADAMM*

OOC: Not sure what to say at this exact moment so.... BUMP

OOC: Sorry I've been gone. Been playin hockey. Good take over Athyagare.

IC:
Paul radio crackled again, "This is John, we've had shots fired. I hit someguy in a trench coat an......"
"Priority command override! Shots fired at University. S.W.A.T. teams 2, 3, and 6 make your way there immediately."

"Did you get that John, we'll pick you up and you can fill me in on the way.", Paul dropped his radio and hung his head, it was gonna be one of those days.

Aruun brought the car to a stop in a narrow alleyway that barely held the car. After a long car-chase through the maze of winding roads and narrow alleys, the police car had suddenly gone away mysteriously. Looks like Juilianni's plan was in motion, the policeman pursuing him had probably gotten the news about the shooting in the center of the city.

Whatever had happened, now at last he had a chance to stop, think and figure out his next move. He glanced down at his foot, for the first time he could feel the pain of the bullet inside him. Before, the adreniline in his body had kept him to busy to think of anything but getting out of there. Looking closer now, he could see the wound was shallow. He'd had worse, but dammit, it still hurt. The bleeding had stopped on its own, but he still took out his hankerchief and tied it around just in case. Now, what to do next....

His cell hummed in silent mode. He picked it up and answered. "Hello?"He said gruffly. He wasn't exactly in the mood to talk.
"what the hell is going on?" A deep voice replied.
"boss..." Aruun sat up, instantly alert at the sound of Juilianni's voice....

OOC: cliff! Give the boss a chance to do some more stuff. Besides, it's after 11 and i'm too tired to write more.;)

The car flew round a corner and Joey sighted the fleeing Aarun. He had recieved a message from Controll to follow and shoot at will, so he considered this guy pretty dangerous. Joey drew his gun and rested it against the window as it rolled down emmiting a soft buzz. He resed the barrel fo his gun in the gap between car and wing mirror and began to direct his weapon. Swerving to avoid a traffic policeman Joey fired his first shot. Direct hit, straight into th rear-here the axel should be. he looked through his weapon a second time and squeezed the trigger twice. Two bukkets tore through the metal of the car, and one shattered half of the rear windscreen. Glass shards fell across the road as a jagged half window remained in the right place, he now had a clearer view on the suspect. I need to get closer he muttered as he forced the accelerator pedal into the floor, making ground on the car. He spead over a crossroads, and then he was spinning. His head bounced of the steering wheel and then onto the seat, and for the brief moment he was upright he saw the Transit van which had hit him. The car spun and collided with a metal barrier on the side of the road, throwing Joeys head forward into the dashboard. Darkness.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Boss..."

Juilianni's voice was cold yet polite. When he was angry, it felt like being stabbed in the chest by a stiletto.

"My plan was very simple, Aruun. It shouldn't have taken a great deal of thought, not even for you. So explain to me why police SWAT teams are trying to raid my warehouses and why you're not where I told you to be?"

--Meanwhile, back at the University...--

Franklin's scope swung around the street. People were running towards the corpses and screaming. The authorities would be there any minute. He had killed 20 people already. Half way there.

It was funny, he thought, your trigger finger never gets tired until after you've used it a great deal.

He knew he wouldn't have a chance to escape if he took much longer. He had already spied a few SWAT vans heading towards him. 32 dead... it wouldn't be much longer...

OOC: I changed the number of people he has to kill from 225 to 40. It's a bit more realistic.

OOC-I thought 225 was a bit high too.

Echo Alpha 3 Unit, this is controll. Pick up. The radio kept talking, as the paramedics had not had chance to do something about it.
Joey's eyes opened painfully and he saw a white floor flying past him. Then he came round and recognised the floor as a roof. At the same moment he saw the clear plastic bag with fluid in it being held above his ehad as he was rushed arround. Swinging doors squeeked as he flew through them, nurses chanting and screeming arround him. As the stretcher came round one last corner joey raised his head and shoulders a little, to which one of the nurses surrounding him grunted dissaprovingly, but nevertheless he saw two bloddied bodies being stretchered the same way as he was. One appeared to have been shot in the chest, the other was hit five times across his body. He was a young mand of about 21 with orban hair and blue eyes, in his arm was a small heap of books with papers petruding from them.
Joey passed through another set of doors and was aproached by a man in a light blue surgeons outift with a mask arround his neck. He placed a mask over Joey's face and ripped the radio from its chord. An eary silence ensued as the nruses and surgeons wheeled Joey slowly into the theatre. He only saw the table once, and then the re-ocuring feeling of darkness came over him again and the surgeons began franticl removing shards of glasf rom the series of cuts in his chest.

"40! Now I need to get the hell outta here!" Cried Gerald, throwing down the rifle and grabbing his coat. He could already hear the sirens approaching.

He tore down the stairs at breakneak speed, his heart thumping in his ears. He ran out of the tower and jumped into his car, pressing his foot firmly down on the accelerator and tearing off down the road, away from the crime scene.

Grunting with anger, Aruun examined his car. It was really wrecked up. It would be too suspicious to go driving downtown with it like that. He sighed, the phone call with the boss hadn't gone well. Now he had to get downtown as fast as possible and get the next part of the 'game' to Franklin. Reluctantly he once again took out the bag from his car, reloaded his gun and collected the 'goods' he'd need and then set off on foot. He was already losing precious time, besides he could always grab himself another car later....
***
DOWNTOWN
The scene was chaos when he arrived. Paramedics and Policeman lined the streets, trying to keep some order as they rushed the people who had been shot from the scene. Taking out some binoculars, Aruun looked up to the University tower. There was no sign that Franklin was still there. Bringing his gaze downward towards the back door of the tower, he spotted a single figure furtively trying to escape. Doing his best to look inconspicous, he blended himself into the crowds of horrified onlookers and made his way to the tower. Franklin spotted him as he drew close and got a deer-in-the-headlights look, determining whether or not he should run for it now. Aruun smiled his eyes growing cold pieces of ice. He held out the bag, his other hand on his gun just in case.
"Having fun? I assure you, your family is safe...for now." His voice was soft and cold. Franklin gave him no reply as he took the bag and opened it...
OOC: I probably won't be able to post to much this afternoon because i'll be out at a friend's house, but i'll try.

OOC: never mind about the part downtownn, skip it. I didn't see the part about Franklin tearing away in the car so just cross out that part! (oops!)

OOC: No problem.

IC:

Franklin stopped in an abandonned garage. He had lost the police, but he felt terrible. He had never felt this bad in his life. And it was all thanks to Juilianni.

Just as this thought was passing through his mind, the phone in his pocket began to ring.

"Where's that spare Frank?"

"Why now" thought Paul, this wasn't the best time to get a flat tire. At least they were only three blocks away, he'd sent Julie ahead to check out the scene.

Just then the radio crackled.

"Paul, this is Julie. The sniper's gone but I saw him hop in a car and take off. He went north on Birmingham. Should I follow and see if I can find him?"

Paul clicked the talk button. "No, he'll be at least five blocks away by now. Stay and see if you can help the paramedics."

"Control, this is Paul Torinske, I need a helicopter sweep of Birmingham Ave. from the University north."

"Gerald, my boy, you have performed excellently! You'll be pleased to know that your exploits are all over the news!"

"Juilianni, you pig! What do you want from me?!"

"Only a few... favours, si? I now want you to go to the party on 35th Avenue. The Yakuzas are having a little get-together, and I want it to be a night for them to remember. Torch the place! Kill everyone that's in there and get it done by 5!"

The line went dead.

The lights came on.

Wu, eurgh, wher is all Joey could manage, but he felt fine except his foot, stomach and the left side of his face. he raised his ehad and looked arround, expecting to see other patients and nurses milling arround. Ney. He saw pollice officers wielding guns being watched over by a blurry man wearing a light tan jacket with a metal star above his shoulder.

Good evening Joey. You aint in hospital, youre going back into service now. We need you on this case. Now get up!

Joey did, and was handed a gun, and a pistol. A real gun, he was expected to kill this guy now.

Gerald ran a hand through his hair. Hit the Yakuza? It was suicide! There would be no way that they would take the kind of insult Juilianni wanted him to give them. But he had no choice. He loved his family too much.

He walked over to the garage door and pulled it open. He jumped into his car, rammed his foot down into the accelerator and flew out into the street. He didn't have much time.

This... thread... must... not... die...

And it shan't ! I've been checking the thread when i've had a chance, but i haven't had a chance to post because of busyness. Don't worry, Ice Eyes will be back! I'll try to post an actual part of the story tomorrow, ok? :D This is too good a story to just leave hanging...

And I can't post till Arthygyre does, toher whise I am talking to myself.

I hope this thread doesn't die... I have big plans for it, y'know!

OOC: Looks like I've gotta just continue on my own... consider the thread open for any newcomers.

IC:

Gerald's car skidded to a halt in front of the Yakuza mansion. There was a party going on in there, for sure. Gerald tucked his pistol into his jacket and stepped out of the car. As he walked towards the mansion, he felt like a condemned man walking to the chair. It would be a miracle if he made it out of this one alive.

He pushed open the front door, where an asian man in a black suit stopped him and asked for his name. Gerald didn't respond. He pulled out his pistol and shot him in the face.

Then the party really started...

All units, gunshots fired at North Tracey Road, the Blue Lagoon Bar.. Act on Discression.

Joey and his partner Kris looked at each other as Joey slammed the pedal down. The wheels spun as they hurtled from their covert surveilance position heading down the road.

Eurgh, Joey-Tracey Road is round that corner

I know

Joey just missed the corner and spun the car into a small alley.

Get out
Joey said cally as he cocked his gun and grabbed two others from the Glove box. Three pistols to take on Yakuza, and a rogue.

I must be mad he muttered as he kicked the steel door open. Infront of him lay the watchman for the back door, writhing with a broken nose. He was fumbling for his gun and began to move it towards Kris. Joey sprayyed his head acoss the tiled floor and walked on with his pistol raised.

He stopped beside a door, and held Kris back. Three men ran out with small sub-machine guns. They didn't see Joey and Kris as they ran the other way, they only noticed when Kris fired two bullets, throwing a pair of them to the ground.
The third dived forward and spun, sending a shot towards Joey. He fell to the ground as the bullet slashed the wall. As he crouched Joey layed waste to the Yakuza guy.

Shit Joey, your gonna slaughter the Yakuza?

No Kris, I'm gonna slaughter anyone who tries to kill me.

Gunshots rang out through the mansion as Gerald fought his way towards the basement. He had no idea why exactly he was going to the basement, but he figured it'd be a good place to try and torch the place.

Why was there so many gunshots? Surely the Yakuza weren't shooting each other?

He reached the basement and walked over to a gas boiler. He shot the heat-regulator three times before running out the basement, as the flames started shooting up the walls.

Joey made a sprint across the hallway as Kris collapsed to the floor. Blood was dripping on the wall and down over his nose as he slouched into the wall.
Shit Joey said as he spun arround the stair rail leading down. His face burnt as the flames erupted up the stairs. He shielded his face and ran straight out the front door, firing shots under his armpit at the two Yakuza guys who had drawn weapons to him. A bullet smashed the glass window ahead of him and he leapt through it, followed by a trio of bullets which hit a passing car.

He ran toward a fire engine which had stopped about 50 yards from the site,

In the basement, but get back NOW

He screamed as a man sprant out the door and jumped into his car. Joey sprayed bullets toward him as he sped off. He thought he saw a tire erupt as air rushed out, but he coulsnt be sure. As he began to run after the car he was thrown back as the Yakuza mansion erupted in flames and the gas caught fire in the street. The sight of air burning across the street was astonoshing as Joey opened his eyes.

Gerald tore off at high speed, his hand clasped tightly on his right leg. A bullet had hit him as he was driving away.

He soon noticed his car was handling like a pig. He quickly realised that his back left tire had been shot out, too.

Once again, the phone in his pocket began to ring...

Joey tore off the same way as the car ahead, but spun his patroll car to the left where geralds had gone right. He drove all the way back to the wharehouse he had ben at earlier and drew his gun.


OOC-I reckon, there is a yard infront of the building, with a staircase-explosive cans above and on top of it and then trucks arround it? :lol:

OOC: JESUS! You must be psychic or something! I'll make a post later. I'm away to have a fish supper.

Jack Walker, an ex-commando who were now working for different people for the right price, answered his cellphone.


"Walker, your services are required"The man on the other side said.

"How Much?"

"Fifty grand"

"and the mission?"

"find the person who has been causing all this death and destruction. I´ve already lost four good buyers."

"Where do i find out more?"

"put your tv on, it´s all over the news...And when you got this mystery person, I´ll know"

CLICK...

Jack turned the tv on and checked the news while he put on his guns... he then ran down to the Blue Lagoon Bar just in time to see a cop firing at a car and then driving off.This was gonna be a long day...

(OOC:hope you dont mind me joining.)

OOC: The more the merrier...

IC:

"Juilianni, enough! You've nearly gotten me killed twice now! I'm not jumping through any more hoops for you. Let my family go."

Juilianni began to laugh. "Gerald, Gerald, Gerald... I'm very pleased with you. Your exploits are all over the news! But I'm afraid I can't let them go. Not yet."

Gerald felt like smashing the phone, but that would destroy his only chance of getting them back.

"Start talking."

"That's the spirit! The local bank is moving a large amount of gold out of town in an hour. I think that bullion could be put to better use in my control. Hit the convoy, get the gold and bring it back to the warehouse."

Jack was looking for evidence. Anything that could give him a lead to this Mystery Man...

Suddenly he heard something. A man, inside the Blue Lagoon. He went inside the flaming building using all his training to dodge the flames. In there a man in a police suit. He was shot in head but by some strange force of nature he was still alive.

Help

Give me a reason

Where´s Joey?

Who´s Joey?

A police, he was here with me, he ran away

He must have shot you and then ran off, ain´t i right?

The Police officer dies from his wounds...

Hmm... A dirty cop ehh? I´ll put an end to him...

Jack runs back the way he came and asks a reporter where the cop went...

he went down the road and then left, that´s all i saw

I´ll borrow your van Jack said as he jumped into the van and drove off...

OOC-Are you sure Gerald doesn't have to get a criminal out of the van???

**begins count down to GODMOD by Dronios**

IC-


Joey lent against the wooden fence which led into the compound, occasionally risking a glance round the gate. He drew his gun, and took a deep breath. He knew that two young guys were guarding the entrance, and he thought he saw a guy up on the platform with some sort of automatic weapon. He waited unitill the two guys had strayed over to take a seat on the floor by a fork lift truck.
Joey took his chance and swung into clean view in the gate, he straightened his arm and fired straight through into the wharehouse building itself. He struck a fire extinguisure (Spelling?) which began spraying gas up. A man stood up choking on the gas leak, but before he could feel the rush of sympathy and sorrow running to his head Joey shot again and the red can erupted into flames engulfing the man. He ran a short distance screaming and then collapsed, his skin burning. A second man ran arround the corner as his skin melted from his skeleton, and then fell against a case of some sort.
The two guards came running form nowhere towards Joey, and he let them. The first ran head on, whilst the second was a little more cautous. As the first guy emerged,wearing a tatty red and black shirt and a leather jacket over his ragged jeans, Joey slammed the but of his gun into his face, and then smashed it against the back of his skull as he bent down. He bent and lifted up the mans gun, firing a trio of bullets round the corner. Screams came from the man approaching as he felt his skin penetrated by hard cold bullets, before bending over and collapsing.
Joey took another breath and checked his guns before spinning back arround the corner and running towards the corner of the area. He took cover behind a truck and fired under it, towards a series of explosive cannisters beneath the raised platform. As they exploded a man from on top of it began spraying automatic ammunition towards Joey. More than one bullet flew through the canvas of the truck, past Joey and into the next one.
I'm a cop, not a fucking renegade criminal Joey though to himself as he watched a well built man emerging from the wahrehouse with a pistol, scanning the area before turning to return-clueless. he didnt get far before a series of bullets hit him. He took two in the back and one in the neck.

(OOC:What´s a GODMOD?)



BUMP 8)

(OOC:What´s a GODMOD?)

Its when you exagerate facts for yourself, as in

I ÚberN00k you with 1000000 Gajillion N00ks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111 shift+1!!!!!!
Its just you were doing ti allready, just try and keep it sane ok? Cut back on the fire dodging, knowing everyhting stuff and you should be fine.

~Pabli

OOC:thx


i´m quite new to this type ó rping

Anybody?


BUMP 8)

OOC: ENOUGH WITH THE BUMPING!

IC:

"What are you using for a brain, Juilianni?!" Shouted Gerald, "I'm driving a sports car with one flat tire, and you expect me to be able to take you back a truck's worth of gold?!"

"Gerald, you think I hadn't thought of this already? I'm disappointed with you. I want you to take the truck that's carrying the bullion. I don't want your filthy fingerprints all over my prize... you do this for me, and I think I'll let your woman and kid go."

The line went dead.

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