I apologize for the long delay. It was mostly due to procrastination, because I couldn't stand waiting for my slow computer to start up. I eventually found the problem, and now it's working fine, so I should be more active. I also apologize for Pavel and Boris's lack of personality, basically leaving them "blank" and unimportant in a way, but I intend to make them more interesting in later chapters.
Chapter 3: Plain and Simple
Oleg parked up across the street from the projects.
“Wait here.” He told us, and he stepped out of the car. Moments later, he returned with a bag full of micro-SMGs, pump shotguns, and pistols.
“Not exactly the ‘heavy firepower’ I was expecting.” I said, taking one of each gun out of the bag.
“Well, I guess Eduard didn’t have NOOSE in mind when he got them,“ Oleg said impatiently, “and it appears that he was right.”
Then it occurred to me, our guy had police protection, and seemingly a sh*tload of it. We stepped out of the Rebla, each armed with one of each firearm, save Boris, who took only a pump shotgun and pistol. My own weapons were hidden somewhere on my person. I didn’t want to start a firefight before I even knew where my target was.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked the others.
“We go in with guns blazing.” Oleg answered in an enthusiastic tone.
His answer wasn’t very surprising, and I was more concerned with his plan for finding our target.
“How are you planning on finding our guy?” I asked him.
“We create a disturbance on the bottom floor, then wait for his attempt to escape with the cops. Plain and simple.” Oleg began to walk towards the projects.
The rest of us followed, and I noticed dozens of cops around the area. They were really determined to protect this guy, I thought. I can’t say that I jumped for joy when I saw the amount of cops we’d have to kill. The four of us, against f*ck knows how many. They obviously weren’t going to keep the informant in the area forever, they had to move him out eventually. We could’ve simply waited for the moment and took him out while he was being escorted, escaped in our Rebla, and gotten our car resprayed. I tried to inform that dumbass Oleg when he stopped walking.
“Why are you stop-” I then noticed Oleg reach for his pistol. He couldn’t seriously be thinking of firing, I thought, but I was wrong. Oleg began to fire at one of the cops near the entrance to the building, and he hit him in the shoulder. He fell over, clutching his shoulder, and his buddy attempted to retaliate, but I shot him in the neck before he could fire.
“Oleg, what the f*ck are you doing!?” I yelled, but before he could speak, Pavel and Boris were firing at dozens of cops coming towards us.
I quickly slid into cover behind a brick wall, my heart racing with fear as multiple bullets were heading towards my brain. I took out my micro-SMG and blind fired at the cops coming for me. I seemed to have hit one, as I heard somebody scream in pain and also yells of “Hoffman’s down,”. As the officers examined this man, I fled to another area, where I was able to take cover behind another brick wall. I shot and killed at an officer that was aiming at Pavel, and he just seemed to have noticed him because he fired at his chest several times after he was already dead.
Whatever Pavel said at that point, I have no idea, because I panicked at the sight of another cop aiming at me not too far away. Before I could do anything, he was shot in the head with a pistol. As he fell to the ground, Oleg and Boris came into sight, Boris reloading.
“Oleg, behind you!” Pavel yelled all of a sudden.
The same cop that Oleg had hit in the shoulder was aiming for him while on the ground. Oleg turned, but the officer was apparently surprised by Pavel’s warning, and when he fired he hit Boris’s chest.
“sh*t!” Boris yelled, or maybe it was the officer when Oleg fired several shots into different areas on him, including his head.
We didn’t see any more cops in our presence, not yet, at least, because the officer’s actions prior to his death weren’t fortunate for us. We heard sirens in the distance, forcing us to separate and take cover.
“f*ck, he must’ve called for backup.” Oleg said, firing as he took cover behind yet another brick wall.
“Get Boris!” I impatiently reminded him.
Oleg crouched down and began to make his way towards Boris, who, while still wounded, was firing at some of the cops that had just arrived. As he supported Boris on his way back to safety, I noticed a small number of cops escorting a sharply dressed man down the stairs amidst the chaos. This man must’ve been the informant, and naturally, I abandoned my position and followed him.
“Oleg, meet me back at our getaway car.” I told him, and ran before he could ask why.
I opened fire on the officers that were escorting the informant, but I missed the informant, who ducked just in time. He ran away as I recklessly attempted to shoot him again, and taking him out got much harder than it should’ve been. Some cops noticed me chasing him, and I missed death by a few inches as some bullets flew right passed my head. I was forced to take cover, giving the informant chance to escape. Fortunately, Oleg, Boris, and Pavel directed the police’s attention to themselves, giving me a chance to escape and run after the informant.
As I caught up, I noticed that he was making his way towards our Rebla. I couldn’t make it to the vehicle in time, so I continuously fired at the informant with my micro-SMG. I hit one of the car’s tires, and also the informant’s leg, causing him to fall to the ground. I began to fire again at him, emptying the last of my shots into him. As he lay there dead, I made my way towards the Rebla, and proceeded to pick up the others. The tire popped immediately, making it much harder to turn. I unintentionally hit one of the officers, presumably killing him, as I stopped near Oleg, who immediately got in the car.
“How’s Boris?” I asked him.
“There’s a good amount of blood coming from his chest,” He answered, and sure enough, I noticed Boris, now supported by Pavel, clutching his chest, “but in all honesty, he seems to be taking it perfectly well.”
Once we were all in the car, I began to drive away from the projects with a popped tire, intent on getting to the Pay n’ Spray. To make the situation worse, we had at least four cops trying to run us off the road.
“sh*t, when will they give up!” Oleg growled in outrage, beginning to fire his micro-SMG out of the window.
I turned in an attempt to lose the cops, but our popped tire made that much harder, and we hit a streetlight and a fire hydrant. Oleg managed to hit one of our pursuers, and his car swerved out of control hitting another. With two more cars chasing up, I used the handbrake to turn, intentionally causing one of the cops to crash, but the other one wasn’t fooled. He began to fire his pistol at us, forcing Oleg to cease firing in fear of being hit.
“Keep f*cking firing, you idiot!” Boris said sternly, still clutching his wound.
Before Oleg could begin shooting again, I began to fire my pistol out of my window, and the officer that was following us was caught by surprise. He lost control and crashed, leaving us free of any pursuers. Minutes later, we arrived at the Pay n’ Spray.
Oleg gradually spared one hundred dollars for the car, presumably from that Blackjack game at Petrovic‘s mansion. We later took Boris to his apartment in Algonquin, where he assured us that somebody would to see to his wound. After this, I called Eduard to inform him of our success.
“The informant is dead, and we well could‘ve been too.” I told him.
“Well of course, you didn’t expect it to be that easy?” He asked calmly.
I chuckled, “Of course not. How much will we be receiving?”
“Well, if it were just you, the pay would’ve been eight thousand.” He informed me. “So split between the four of you, you each get two thousand.”
“What, you didn’t tell me that.” I replied sternly.
“Well, be thankful, because if it had been otherwise, you’d probably be buried or jailed.” He said, obviously believing he had saved me from some horrible fate.
“Whatever you say,” I managed to ignore this, “two thousand will be fine.”
I ended the call, dropped Oleg and Pavel off at the Homebrew Café in Broker, and drove to my own apartment. I flipped on the television to see what they had to say about the whole incident on Weazel News, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and called it a day.
Edited by Spank-head69, 12 November 2009 - 01:17 AM.