Drake & Isaac: Cashing In

[TonyZimmzy]

 

 

The year is 1994: crime is being controlled by the Albanian mafia, who plague the city without threat of competition, until the Slovakian mafia begin an invasion. Money lies at the feet of America, and the Slovakians want a slice of what their once allies have been making behind their backs. Drake Caplan and Isaac Maisel are two FBI agents who play by their own set of rules, who, instead of trying to prevent the imminent power struggle which will take place between the fueding mafia syndicates, decide to capitalize on the war, playing each family off against the other for their own financial benefit.

 

Index

Chapter I: Valuable Information

Chapter II: Day Off

Chapter III: Tannhauser

Chapter IV: Bang & Burn

Paradise; End

Edited February 12, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter I: Valuable Information

 

21:14

"I kept my mouth shut tight," says the man seated in the navy-blue suit. Short blonde hair, smoking a cigarette; a few speckles of blood dried into the collar of his white shirt. He takes a drag and looks up at the two men, smiling. The man on the left, Drake Caplan, standing in a black suit with a loosened tie, he smiles at the man. "We know Andrews assigned you that case. Do you really wanna play ball? Or are you gonna give us the information like a good little cookie," he questions the blonde haired man sitting infront of the table in the cramped 5-by-5 room; just one air-conditioner sitting on the back wall - broken. Sweat runs down the man to the right's forehead. He's African-American - Isaac Maisel, suited in the same attire as Drake. Isaac lunges foward, striking the man with his clenched fist in the side of the head, knocking the cigarette from his pinched lips onto the stale grey floor below.

 

The man sits stunned for a moment. Drool begins forming on his lips and a vacant stare occupies his dark green eyes. Drake bends down, slowly, picking the cigarette up and putting it in his mouth, taking a thick drag before grinning and leaning against the wall behind him. "We've got all day. Go ahead when you're ready."

 

The man's eyes begin to water as he rubs the side of his head where he was struck. He looks up at Isaac. "We try our best to stop this sh*t plaguing the city. You can't do this," he pleads with his colleagues. He continues, "I don't know where they got the money to bug the place from. All I know is they're sending 350 more men over from Slovakia by boat tonight. I swear, Andrews is gonna have your badges when this gets reported."

 

Drake takes another deep drag of the cigarette; his eyes glissen with confidence as he looks over at his partner. Isaac smirks and gives Drake a nod. Drake lightly pushes off the wall and walks over to the man and hands him what little is left of the drained cigarette. The man's hand shakes as he reaches out for it. He grips it gently with his index finger and thumb, but Drake holds the butt of it tightly, as Isaac begins unhoistering his gun. He takes a steady aim at the man's chest and fires twice, causing him to jolt back into the chair and drop the cigarette to the floor once again as the thunderous sound echoes through the small room.

 

"When what gets reported, Matthews?" Drake scoffs and looks over to Isaac who begins putting his gun away. "Come on, we'll go inform Belushi of what's going on. Looks like we've got another '92 on our hands," Drake says, playfully laughing as they both begin walking towards the door, each man straightening their ties. They both exit into a short hallway and continue taking long strides through the dim hallway. The bass of music throughout the building can be heard as they pass by party-goers - girls dressed in fishnets doing coke off the palms of the meshnet-vested men, and two women in the corner of the hallway, kissing passionately. Drake slows his pace and watches with a smug grin coating his face until they reach another door and Isaac pushes it open. They exit outside of the building. The sky is grey - almost liquid-like, and the rain is falling down heavily.

 

Taking his car keys from his left pants pocket, Drake shifts his long, now wet brown hair from his vision with his spare hand. Isaac over takes him and begins walking towards a dark green 1994 Ferrari 348. Drake pushes the unlock button on the set of keys and Isaac opens the passenger-side door and gets inside, as his partner goes around the front of the car and gets in, slamming the door behind him. He puts the keys in the ignition and starts the car up as lightning begins to spread through the dark sky.

 

"You go and tell Belushi, I'm going back to headquarters. I'll cover for you and pick you up a McDonalds on the way back," Isaac says to his partner as he takes his suit jacket off. Drake reverses the car and slowly pulls out of the parking lot overlooking the river infront of them. "Alright."

 

22:03

Drake pulls the car to a stop infront of a large building. The streets are drenched and empty as Isaac puts his jacket back on and looks at Drake, who's lighting a cigarette. "You still thinking about the big score and getting out?" Isaac questions his friend and partner, who takes a long drag and nods his head simultaneously as he puts the lighter away. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and smiles, looking back at Isaac. "Ain't you ever wanted to get out and, I dunno, go to Portugal or some sh*t. Pussy and coke everyday while you sit atop a stack'a money, getting a blowjob from the bitch who cleans your house?" Drake looks up at headquarters, and the smile is quickly erased from his face. "I don't want this forever. Go do your business, I'll do mine."

 

Isaac and Drake touch knuckles, "Easy," Isaac says before opening his door and stepping out into the wet, freezing night air. He quickly runs behind Drake's car and into the building. He runs his right hand over his smooth head when he gets inside, causing water to sprinkle onto the light blue carpet on the floor. A man, suited without a jacket and holding a brown file gives a nod to Isaac and starts walking over from the desk he was sitting at.

 

"Where's Caplan?" the large man with fading brown hair asks Isaac. "Sir, he's looking into some information that might be of use. I need to ask your permission for a day off. I need to take care of some family issues," Isaac asks with a distinct hint of sadness to his tone. His face sells the tone, too. The man looks at the desk behind himself and then back at Isaac. "Yeah, I'll be alright without you for a day or two. Take your time."

 

Isaac smiles and begins walking towards the elevators on the far side of the room.

 

22:28

Drake is sitting on a small wooden chair in a dark office. Smoke plagues the room and a man of around 30 with eye-length black hair, parted to the left sits behind the large table seated at the back of the room. A few men holding Uzi machine pistols stand either side of the table, keeping their eyes glued on Drake. The man behind the desk, Joseph Belushi, the Albanian mafia don smiles at Drake.

 

"So, you mean to tell me the Slovakians really are moving into our territory? That's...not good." Joseph swivels gently in his large black leather chair and slides a brown envelope towards Drake, who extends foward and grips ahold of it. "The information itself is rewarding enough," Joseph says before extending his left hand and grabbing Drake's wrist as he attempted to pocket the paypacket. "So what are you going to do about it?" he questions with a monotone voice, lowering his brow and staring a hole through Drake's head. The men point their Uzis at Drake, who nervously smiles as his eyes dart around, looking at each man before fixating his eyes back on the intimidating don. "What do you think I'm gonna do? I'm gonna handle this for you, sir," he assures the don, who releases his iron grip from Drake's wrist. Drake clears his throat and pockets the paypacket inside of his suit jacket. He stands to his feet, as does the don and they both exchange a handshake. "Don't let me down, Caplan."

 

The don releases his hand and sits back down as Drake quickly begins walking towards the door of the large office.

Edited January 20, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[Chickstick]

A great first chapter, Tony! It pulled me in from the start.

 

I'll certainly be following this- it's shaping up to be a belter.

[saltinespike]

A great first chapter, Tony! It pulled me in from the start.

 

I'll certainly be following this- it's shaping up to be a belter.

^ What he said.

[Vercetti21]

I read the character profiles and scanned over the story a bit, but I'll give it a full read later when I'm not as pressed on time. Glad to see you're using narrative form rather than script, though few people can pull off present tense correctly.

 

Also, shouldn't "Don" be capitalized? I'm not sure on that, but it's only a minor thing so it's not a big deal.

 

Anyways, from what I can tell it's a nice start. Good luck on this story, and I'll try my best to follow along.

Edited January 14, 2008 by Vercetti21

[Coral_City]

Good work Tony... haven't seen work of this caliber since that Hamburger guy. Keep it up!

[Oxidizer]

Holey f*ckin' sh*t! This has got to be your best work EVER (up there with RtHC o' course).

 

I'll definitely be keeping track with this!

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter II: Day Off

 

15:57

"If time could erase us all...we'd be saints," a teenager, no older than thirteen reads aloud to a classroom of other students; all dressed in plain white collar shirts and black pants. The teacher gives a smile to the teenager and he returns to his seat. "That was a really interesting story, Paul," the busty brunette girl beside him says as she gives him an inviting smile. He returns the smile and his cheeks begin to cloud with red. The bell sounds. The girl and Paul begin to pick their backpacks up from under their plain grey chairs.

 

"Do you wanna...maybe hang out tonight?" the girl un-easily phrases the question to Paul, nearly chewing through her bottom lip as she tries to avoid eye-contact with him at all costs. Joyfully, he replies. "Sure!"

 

He takes a deep breath in; realizing his voice is only near-broken: he embaressed himself infront of her with a chipmunk-like voice. He blushed further more. They both stood to their feet and she stroked his arm before brushing past, smiling. He can barely stand. His legs are physically trembling as if an earthquake was engulfing the entire city. He closes his eyes and relics his good fortune as he strolls to the door. Walking into the hallway, he's struck in the stomach by a large white man.

 

"Paul Belushi, today ain't your day, kid."

 

17:14

The muffled screams and kicks against the inside of the car are almost invisable, as Drake drives his 348 down an empty street with Isaac chewing his fingers in the passenger seat, tuning the volume of the radio.

 

"Stop looking so worried all the time, you're beginning to give me a headache," Drake targets his words towards his partner as a bead of sweat strolls easily down the left side of his face in the blistering heat. Isaac turns the radio off and looks behind the seat at the trunk of the car being kicked. "How can I not be a little woried? You know we should of gone with my plan," Isaac says, trying to mould guilt onto the end of each word, but to no avail, as Drake laughs and begins to park the car.

 

"Don't be queer on me, alright? Now make sure we get him in there without any distractions." Drake turns the ignition to his car off and both men unstrap their belts and exit, Isaac slamming the door behind himself and Drake giving him a quick glance: "You know this cost me a pretty penny, so don't f*ck around with it."

 

They approach the trunk of the car and each look down at it before back at each other. Both men grab ahold of it and open it up.

 

Inside, Paul Belushi, gagged and bounded by his hands and feet with thick brown rope. The sweat has soaked through his long brown hair and formed a puddle beside his face, mixing with the tears he begins to spill upon seeing the two men once again. Drake laughs. "Quit crying, kid."

 

Isaac pulls Drake aside, out of earshot of Paul and looks around, checking for any pedestrians on the dull industrial estate. "The Slovakians aren't gonna let me slide if they find out what we're doing here. Why couldn't you of gone with my idea!?" Isaac begins raising his tone, causing Drake to lose the cocky attitude he dawns so frequently. He pushes his partner and friend back and points to the trunk of the car. "That kid's the ticket to beginning a gang war in this city. Now stop being a pussy and get sh*t over with."

 

Drake marches back over to the car and looks down into Paul's eyes. He coughs once, forming phlegm in his mouth. He rolls it around and mixes it with saliva, then spits down into Paul's face, causing Paul to close his eyes. Isaac approaches and looks down at Paul's face, dripping with not only sweat and tears, but now his partner's saliva, too. Isaac lightly slaps Drake on the chest and looks at him in disbelief as Drake begins to laugh. "Nigga, what the f*ck is wrong with you!?"

 

Drake looks back at him, grinning: "Mommy never gave me a hug," he jokes as he shrugs his shoulders. The grin is quickly wiped clean when he turns his attention back to Paul. He grabs ahold of his left wrist with both hands and yanks him out of the trunk, letting his legs dangle along the floor as he does so. Isaac slams the trunk shut and Drake drags him into the large one-story building they parked infront of, with Isaac soon following behind.

 

Upon entering, Drake flicks a lightswitch on the wall beside the door. The lights flicker slightly before emitting a dull orange glow throughout the empty and broken down factory. The skylight above is smashed out; rats scatter the floor, and a chair is based in the center of the warehouse. Drake drags Paul towards the chair, not having to struggle, as Paul doesn't even put up a challenge. Isaac reaches behind his back and pulls out a black rag, as Drake tosses Paul onto the chair, letting his head snap back over the base on landing. Paul tries to shuffle around in the chair to gain some comfort, but is quickly forbidden when Drake throws an open-palm slap to the side of the youngster's head.

 

Knocking him senseless for a moment, Isaac goes behind him and puts the dusty black rag over his vision, tying it in a double knot doing so. He grips the teen by the hair and forces his head back, as Drake takes his pack of cigarettes out and shuffles them around in his hands, glancing at Isaac with a grin: "And now we wait."

 

21:39

Drake puts his seventh cigarette between his lips and lights a match off the wall and puts it to the cigarette, then tosses it on the floor and steps on it. He smiles and takes a drag and removes it from his mouth and looks at Isaac, who is aiming a 9mm pistol directly at him with a nervous look on his face.

 

"Oh just f*cking do it already," Drake impatiently snaps at his partner as he puts the cigarette back in his mouth and takes a thick drag. He keeps inhaling as Isaac lines the gun up with his theigh and fires. The shot echoes through the huge and empty building as Drake's cigarette is ejected from his mouth when he screams and jumps from the floor slightly, landing on one foot. "f*cking christ! You did good! f*ck! What a rush!" Drake screams with a smile on his face the entire time as he does so, looking at Isaac.

 

"Alright." Isaac says as he lowers his pistol and puts it away. "Get over to Belushi's and let him know that sh*t's going down tonight."

 

Drake nods and bites his tongue as he bends down and picks his cigarette up; blood running down his faded jeans and onto the floor. He looks over at Paul Belushi - or what's left of Paul Belushi; half his head attatched to his body, half his head now attatched to the floor behind him. Drake begins limping towards the door as Isaac paces around in a circle with his hands pinned on his hips, looking down at the ground below.

[Oxidizer]

'Kin' 'ell!

 

This is without doubt my favorite story right now. Those shady FBI agents are ruthless! I got no inkling as to where this is going yet (probably because I was too amazed by the sheer brilliance that is your writing - to which I'm envious of) so that makes me utterly compelled, man.

 

In all seriousness, I cannot wait till you post more!

[Vercetti21]

Cool chap.

 

I felt much more connected with the story this time, as you really brought out Drake and Isaac's characters here. Nice writing as well. Can't wait to see where the story goes from here and how it's all connected to a gang war.

[Chickstick]

I agree with the previous post, Tony. Not much else I can say except keep going.

[Oblivionz]

Great story, Tony. I love the way you brought out the characters this time. Keep writing it.

[Oxidizer]

You know when the next part will be up yet? I'm in the mood.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter III: Tannhauser

 

22:07

"I swear! Boss, don't f*ckin' kill me!" Drake Caplan pleeds to Joseph Belushi, as one of Joseph's many loyal men hold Drake facedown on his table; blood gushing from the wound on his inner-theigh. Sweat is almost raining from beyond his hairline as he looks into Joseph's eyes, who's sitting in his chair with his hands on top of his head, and a depressed look coating his rugged face.

 

"Where do they draw the line?" he questions himself, as tears begin to fill his glassy dark red eyes. He snaps open a draw on his desk, revealing a slick, silver magnum pistol inside. He takes it and checks the barrel and stands to his feet, looking at each of his men. "I want the heads of each Slovakian you find out on those streets tonight. I'm gonna take east, you take south," the Don issues his orders clearly to his minions.

 

He motions for the gorilla to release his clamp from Drake, and he does so. Drake stands to his feet, holding his wound as the man who was pinning him down stands back and gives him room. The men begin exiting the Don's office, with the Don himself leading. Drake's face forms a smile as he begins limping towards the door.

 

22:36

Isaac sits with his arms folded in a brown armchair inside of a small office; the fan on the cieling is spinning lightly, cooling Isaac and the man sitting opposite him across the desk on the warm-but-cloudy night. The man has aged over time, and he wears a pin-stripe navy blue suit and has short silver hair, combed back. He's resting his elbows on the desk with his hands crossing, with two men standing by the door; both very large in form. He opens his mouth and begins to speak in a heavy European accent. "That's rather compelling work you've done, Mr. Maisel. Please, allow me to congradulate you on behalf of my country and men here in America thus far," he says, putting Isaac at ease with each word. Isaac smiles and breathes easy.

 

"Sir, Mr. Müller, we're not out of the woods yet. A few agents overheard some talk of Albanians going on a hunt for Slovakians tonight," he easily lies to the Don of the Slovakian mafia, now having his trust and confidence. The Don leans back slightly and shrugs his shoulders, smiling: "That's the thing about war; the people that start it never know what they're truly getting into until it's far too late."

 

The Don stands to his feet and straightens his jacket out. He offers a handshake to Isaac, who stands to his feet and smiles, shaking the Don's hand. The Don pulls Isaac in closer, showing his rancid yellow teeth as he smiles at Isaac. Everything comes to a stop for Isaac - including his breathing upon hearing the Don's next words. "Take Tannhauser and go win this war for me, son."

 

Isaac's blood runs cold and he shudders. His sweat begins turning to ice as he pulls his now clammy hand away from the Don's. Isaac rubs both hands on the back of his faded jeans and turns around, walking towards the large brown door as the two large men eye him over on his way out.

 

He enters into the hallway, where a man with short blonde hair, light faded jeans and a black bomber-jacket leans against the wall. Isaac looks at him, and the man takes out a packet of Golden Virginia tobacco and a piece of thin paper. "Boss says me and you are going for a ride," the ex-army General calmly says with a heavy German accent. Isaac slowly nods and continues walking, as the man follows him down the plain hallway, rolling a cigarette as he does so.

 

They enter outside; Tannhauser takes a deep breath, feeling the salt-sea air enter his lungs as Isaac leads him along the empty docks in the pitch black. Isaac opens up Drake's 348 passenger side door for the man, and he himself steps aside for him. Tannhauser slowly enters and Isaac shuts his door, taking a quick glance at the seagulls in the distance, trying to escape from the light spitting rain falling from the warm sky.

 

The rain begins to quickly thicken as Isaac enters into the car. Both men strap up, and before Isaac starts the motor, Tannhauser puts a Skorpian machine pistol onto Isaac's theigh and turns to him with a look of sorrow playing on his aging face. "You know there's no way out of this, right? The further you go in, the more bodies you put under soil, there's never a way out."

 

Isaac gulps and starts the ignition and puts the Skorpian on the dashboard and reverses as he lights the roll-up and continues: "What's your business with my boss anyway?"

 

Isaac stops at a crossing guard and looks at Tannhauser. "I'm just trying to keep my mouth shut and make a little money for my sick father." Isaac looks ahead and continues driving into the satin black road infront of him. Tannhauser's phone begins to ring. He reaches into his pocket and takes the large cellular phone out and puts it to his ear, looking out the window as he does so. "Give me the details," he bluntly asks of the person on the other end.

 

He stays silent for a few moments. He looks at Isaac and hangs the phone up. "Get to Gallmouth station and step on it; a large group of Albanians are arriving through train into Slovakian territory."

 

Isaac skids the car to a sharp halt after passing a turning. He quickly backs up and turns left and picks up his speed. The rain begins to become heavy as they drive past the industrial area where Drake and Isaac were both located at earlier. Tannhauser leans foward and reaches behind his back, taking out another Skorpian machine gun and checking the clip over as Isaac takes a sharp right.

 

"The boss says you've got experience with using fire-arms, so cover me from behind and leave the rest up to me," Tannhauser orders Isaac, who stays silent and keeps driving. His phone begins ringing. Tannhauser watches him as he takes his left hand from the wheel and answers the phone. "Now's not a great time, Drake. I'm going to Gallmouth station. Yeah, I'll meet you there. Hurry it up."

 

Isaac hangs the phone up and puts it on the dashboard as Tannhauser continues looking at him. "Who was that?" he suspiciously questions the man who's meant to have his back in this battle. "What? That was a friend. My partner infact. We'll both have your back, don't worry about it."

 

Isaac puts a timid Tannhauser at ease and he leans back into his seat and stays silent until they pull up to Gallmouth station. Isaac goes to turn the ignition off and Tannhauser grabs his wrist, preventing him of doing so.

 

"Keep the engine running. This is going to get ugly."

[Oxidizer]

By far one of my favorite /WD/ stories, and for good reason. This is f*cking excellent!

 

How many chapters left of this? I think I remember you saying around 6-ish, but I'm not entirely sure. Either way, I'm looking forward to the next installment!

 

Should I be as worried for Tannhauser as I am, or am I jumping to the wrong conclusion about D&I killing him? I don't trust those guys - but I like 'em!

 

Update again right this motherf*ckin' second soon.

[Chickstick]

A good chapter, Tony.

[TonyZimmzy]

Chapter IV: Bang & Burn

 

23:18

A cold bead of sweat runs down the right side of Isaac's face as he gulps, staring into the ex-army General's dark green eyes. "You wait five minutes - if I'm not back, you come in." Tannhauser releases the tight grip he clamps down on Isaac's wrist with and pulls the handle of the door open, looking at Isaac as he gets out of the car with Skorpian in hand.

 

He slams the door and Isaac keeps his eyes darted on Tannhauser as he walks along the frontside of the car and into the beatdown, empty train station. Upon entering, he takes out his phone and makes sure he's out of sight of Isaac and he dials a number on it then puts it to his ear and slowly continues walking in.

 

"It's me. Send the hitsquad over for our little buddy. I'm in place now," Tannhauser says before hanging the phone up. A train can be heard storming through the terminal, slowing down. Tannhauser looks to his left and sees a dark green bin. He crouches down beside it and takes aim with the Skorpian. The thunderous noise of the train dies down, and soon everything is silent - if only for ten seconds. Thuds of boots begin hitting the marble train station floor. Men dressed in all black begin exiting the train.

 

Tannhauser sees the first one come into view. He aims the Skorpian at his head and fires, causing it to explode on impact. The body drops to the floor as the other Albanian mafia members begin yelling in their native tongue. Tannhauser begins running through the terminal as a few more men begin chasing after him, shooting at him with 9mm pistols.

 

On the outside, Isaac is shifting in the seat of the car, checking his watch every few seconds. A bang on the car door startles him and causes him to jolt. He grabs the Skorpian and looks out the window, seeing his partner Drake.

 

"f*ckin' christ, you tryin' to gimme a heart attack or what?" Isaac says as he opens the door up, letting Drake climb inside. "This guy the Don sent me with is working inside. Albanians are gonna start flooding out here any sec. What you think we should do?"

 

"We've got a limited amount of time. Joseph is on the hunt with his men - his base of operations is left wide open. You know what time it is," Drake says in a positive tone, smiling at his partner, who in return grins back. "Time we got that paper?" Isaac questions Drake. "Time we got that paper, bro."

 

Both men begin laughing at the sucession of their actions leading to this moment. Isaac puts his foot down and quickly begins speeding away from the train station, as the sound of a helicopter in the distance plays at Drake. He turns to Isaac, who's still laughing and taps him on the shoulder, putting his finger to his lips, causing Isaac to be quiet. They both listen.

 

"It's heading this way!" Drake screams out as Isaac skids through a school-crossing guard. "Tannhauser! sh*t!" Isaac says in anger under his breath, hitting the steering wheel as he does so. The chopper comes into their view and starts slowing down and begins hovering. Isaac slows the car down, and they both look up at it.

 

"Think it could just be a coincidence?" Drake lightly whispers to his partner, when the helicopter begins opening fire from high above; bullets crashing into the road beside them. Isaac puts his foot down and shifts into fifth-gear. "Müller doesn't need us anymore! He's gonna silence us!" Isaac begins panicking and breathing heavily as Drake grabs the Skorpian on the dashboard. "Calm the f*ck down. Concentrate on the road."

 

Drake rolls his window down and leans out of it, holding the Skorpian in both hands, using the weight of his stomach pressed against the car to keep him in a firm position. He starts firing at the men dressed in suits leaning outside of the chopper, and hits one before pulling himself back inside as they all begin opening fire again. Drake begins reloading as Isaac makes a sharp right, causing Drake to be thrown off of balance and drop the Skorpian. "I said concentrate on the road! Now get to Joseph's place!"

 

Inside of the train station, Tannhauser stands above three dead men, reloading his gun as his phone begins to ring. He quickly takes it out as he begins firing at two more men coming, and he ducks behind a staircase. "What?" he asks in a demanding tone as two more men run out into the open to be gunned down by him. "You keep following him. Boss wants him dead. Do what you have to do." He hangs the phone up and continues firing at more men running into the open.

 

Isaac turns onto the freeway as Drake finishes reloading. He leans out of the window once more as two of the men begin reloading their Uzi machine pistols. Drake takes aim and fires at one, hitting him in the chest and watching his body descend to the earth below. "The freeway!? We're out in the f*ckin' open here, Isaac!" Drake screams to his partner over the heavy wind penetrating the sound of his voice as the men start firing down at their car, blowing out the back window and tires.

 

Isaac grabs the wheel and spins it to maintain position as Drake fires the last of the clip at the windscreen of the helicopter. Blood splatters over the front of the chopper's window, and it begins spinning out of control, as the two remaining gunmen are flung from it. The helicopter slams into the road below and explodes instantly, setting ablaze into the near-midnight sky as Drake pulls himself back inside the car, and Isaac continues speeding through the deserted freeway.

 

"Yeah, lucky shot, brother," Isaac playfully jokes to Drake. "Oh, lightening up now, are we? We're almost outta here once and for all. So put your foot down, then onto paradise." Drake puts his head easily against the top of the seat and looks in the mirror at the helicopter erupting into ember and smoke.

[Chickstick]

Good chapter, with a great last paragraph.

 

Looking forward to the next part.

[Oxidizer]

That. Was. Awesome.

 

I... I'm speechless!

[TonyZimmzy]

Paradise; End

 

Upon arrival to the Don of the Albanian crime family mafia's base of operations - empty, as all the men were out waging war on the Slovakians, it only took Drake and Isaac a few minutes to get in and hit the jackpot. $500,000 or just over and around. They quickly left the base and headed straight towards the International airport.

 

"We can't leave yet, partner!" Drake yells as Isaac booms down the empty freeway, with the morning sun beginning to wake up. "Drake, just stop it, aiight? We straight."

 

As they drove on, Drake wouldn't let up about how they've made one score, they can make a dozen more without getting caught - regardless of the gunfight that ensued just six hours ago. As paradise loomed ever closer for Isaac, it was slipping away from a posessed Drake, who was hell-bent on screwing the Albanian and Slovakians over once more.

 

"Drake, listen to me," Isaac snaps at him, with sweat rolling from his forehead all over his shirt. He continues to his partners' silence: "They gonna know it was us, man! We got two-hundred-and-fifty bones each, man. We set."

 

"Bro, we can take a lot more than this! WOULD YOU JUST TRUST ME!? FOR ONCE IN YOUR GOD-DAMNED LIFE, JUST TRUST ME!" Drake screams so loud you'd think the sound barrier was toppling over and icebergs would cease to exist. Isaac shook his head. "Alright, we gonna go back."

 

Drake grinned in delight and turned his head to face his window, smiling and looking out at a plane taking off into the silky hazel morning sky. "I wonder how much we could actually get from 'em? You know, two mill, three m--"

 

Drake's sentance was stopped by a silver bullet, putting half his head against the very window he was looking out of a second ago. Isaac puts the gun down on the dashboard and continues driving.

 

"Let no man, friend or foe, stand in the way of paradise," Isaac whispers as he looks over at Drake's limp and lifeless body. "Something my pa' would always say to me before he put me down and turned in. Goodnight, partner."

 

End

Edited February 12, 2008 by TonyZimmzy

[sweetharmony]

wow that was intense. Really good.

[Vercetti21]

Oh sh*t! Just caught up on all my reading for this.

 

Great stuff! At first glance from the title, I thought this was going to be a series of stories about Drake and Isaac, but now... I don't know what to think! Great stuff, good writing, but most of all, good characters. It seems like everyone has a good and bad side. I love it.

[Stefan.]

So, that's it? That is really, really good. I could relate to it pretty well.

 

Can you make a story involving the Serbian Mafia aswell, since you've now already included the Albanians and Slovaks. By the way, how come the Slovak leader's name was Muller? 'Cause that is a German name. As for Belushi, well, that is identical to American actor Jim Belushi, who is of Albanian descent. As for Joseph, that's probably an Anglocised name.

 

Sorry about this, but I am quite knowledgable about Eastern European names.

 

And again, great job man. I loved it.

[Oxidizer]

This is just excellent, and something I'll re-read many times from now. Good job!

[Stefan.]

This is just excellent, and something I'll re-read many times from now. Good job!

I agree. In fact, I just re-read the whole story just now!

 

Dude, I say it again; that is just brilliant. The way you express yourself is phenomenal. I love your work, and well done.

 

By the way, what happened with that other story you did (about GTA in general)?

[TonyZimmzy]

 

This is just excellent, and something I'll re-read many times from now. Good job!

I agree. In fact, I just re-read the whole story just now!

 

Dude, I say it again; that is just brilliant. The way you express yourself is phenomenal. I love your work, and well done.

 

By the way, what happened with that other story you did (about GTA in general)?

GTA: Old Times? It's still going. It's only a few topics down from this one. No one's replied to the new chapter in it yet .

[Stefan.]

There is a new chapter?

 

Crikey, I did not realise that. I feel ashamed.