Guns and Rubber

[Massimo Torini]

It was April 1, 2006. San Francisco just celebrated the April Fools Day. Every street was filled with posters playing a prank at pedestrians and motorists alike. At a street near The Marina, someone do shout every day that is declared a holiday. "Hey buddy! Rise and shine!" Jarred shouted at the still sleeping Gerard. "Come on, man. It's sunny outside. The sun is waiting for ya." Jarred shouted once more as he now shrugs Gerard. "Alright. Alright. Wait for me downstairs. I'll just refresh up." Gerard replied back.

 

Jarred Fontaine and Gerard Willman are living in an apartment unit in San Francisco. They are residing with Dr. Orlando Marquez, a philanthropist and an eye specialist who's roots came from Guadalajara.

 

"Where will you two go?" the 57 year-old doctor asked the two. "Oh, we'll just be there at the basketball gym." Jarred replied back. "Okay. Be sure you'd be here not later than 7 PM. The police are now enforcing a curfew for teenagers like you." the doctor warned.

 

The two left the building and rode their metallic red '67 Thunderbird. Gerard owns the car, yet Jarred always drive it since Gerard is yet to have a driver's license. They drove to the nearby basketball gym, a few blocks away from their apartment. They arrived at the gym. They walked out of their car and went inside the gym. Inside, they rented a basketball and played a one-on-one duel. While they were playing, an explosion was heard outside. "What was that?" Gerard asked. They both ran outside. They were surprised to see Michael Green, riding a modified Mitsubishi Lancer EVO V fitted with large amplifiers. "Hahaha! I fooled you two again! April Fools! Haha!" Michael bursts into and laughter as the "explosion" originated from his car amplifier. "Nice one, dude. You got us on that one." Jarred replied. "Well, I just heard that our faction at New York will come here to pay us a visit. We will finally meet those gentlemen. Hehe. So, be sure you're well-dressed tomorrow. Capiche?" Michael told the two. "Okay. See you around." Jarred replied. "Well-dressed? You mean we will look like chumps again? Oh crap. I like to wear a jacket always." Gerard asked Jarred. "We have to do this buddy. We need to place this gang war to an end. Come on, let's continue playing. I ain't finished with you. Hehe." Jarred taunted as they returned back inside the gym.