Well, I guess until someone accepts I'll just keep writing. I remember when I was active here awhile back I tried to start one, but the topic went completely dead. Hopefully it won't happen again,
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Russian Mafia: Grey Imports: Kidnap!
3 boys, clad in the same sport jackets and track pants I had came to this country in were sitting in the back, silent and clutching the pistols Peter had given them. "You work your way up from there like Derek has." I remember him briefing the 3 boys, telling them that me and Jarker would take care of them but too follow our orders. My brand-new M4 was laying up against the car door. It was wedged in between the passenger console and the seat, so there was no chance that it would fall over. Jarker simply leant his arm out of the window, taking puffs from his cigarette and shooting imaginary enemies with his M4.
"I wonder how Peter managed to get these." I broke the awkward silence, Jarker threw his cigarette out the window,
"Hes got contacts in the military and the navy, he never ceases to amaze me where he gets these weapons, he wanted me to take out a tanker that was importing weapons from Korea. Just opens up his filing cabinet and hands me a rocket launcher as if its been lying around for years." he chuckles, starts patting his pockets and pulls out a packet of mints,
"Breath mints anyone?" he rattles the packet and the click-clack of the breath fresheners echoed through the car,
"Why not?" I said, I took my hand off the wheel and put it out, he gave me two. The boys in the back remained silent.
"Where abouts are you boys from?" I engaged conversation with them,
"Berlin, sir." The one named Jon replied, awkwardly,
"Oh, I'm from a small town just north of there, I use to go into Berlin with my old man when we harvested the crops and tried to sell off our vegetables."
"Ahh, harvest time. Nothing better." Jarker grinned, he was from a small-farming community like I was. The conversation died, we turned into Grove Street, the heart of GSF. Hookers and drug dealers standing on the street corners, screaming, yelling or simply just having sex on a park bench. It was a such a lovely place. We got to the end of the street, the cul-de-sac. I parked the Sentinel into an alley next to a old, rusting house. We got out,
"Put your masks on." Jarker whispered, it was 11 pm. We all pulled them on and jumped some fences, my shoulder started stinging but I ignored the pain. We got to our target, a one story house with a basketball court next to it. No one was around,
"Stick to the plan, I'll kick down the door, you guys run in, blast anyone in our way. Trash the whole place and take any females hostage." I turned to them, I leant up against the wall, signalled 1, 2, 3 and kicked it down. Starring us right back in the face was a Spanish man around his thirties, and a black woman.
"What the hell ese..." he went to grab his gun from his pocket, but Jon put a bullet through his chest then pistol whipped him, Jarker and I ran in. Jarker grabbed the woman in a stranglehold as she started screaming and crying and dragged her outside as she kicked and tried to bite. Another man came running at us, but I rifle-butted him in the face. We shot up the place then ran back out through the way we came. I ran to get the car as the 3 boys and Jarker duct-tapped the woman and gagged her. I pulled up out front as they threw her in the boot, the three boys got in, as Jarker flicked open his jet lighter and threw it into a Greenwoods gas tank, he ran to the car and jumped in. Some people in the cul-de-sac had woken up, they stumbled out of their houses only to see a maroon Sentinel driving off and a house on fire. Later they would find a man named Cesar Vialpando dead, from blood loss, and a man named Sweet Johnson suffering second-degree burns. We had just kidnapped both of their pride and joy, Kendall Johnson.
We drove back to Grey Imports, and drove into the warehouse. Peter was sitting on a chair, just by himself. We were the first group back, he got up to greet us;
"Did everything go to plan?" he approached us,
"Yes, yes it did." Jarker grinned a sinister grin, he went to boot. "Derek, open it up." I unlocked it. Peter smiled,
"Andreas would be proud of you, if her bastard of a brother didn't kill him." he dragged her out of the boot and slapped her,
"Tie her to the chair." he spat on her and turned his back as Jarker and Jon dragged her over as the muffled cries could be heard. He turned to me and the other 2 boys,
"Your jobs aren't done yet, theres a lock-up I sent one of the groups to take out, apparently they are having some trouble, go help them out." we got in the car, we could see Peter approaching Kendall as she was tied to the chair he cackled loudly;
"Finally, someones going to pay."
Could I buy some molotov cocktails aswell?