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It is sort of fake, and I wasn't in the 'writing' mood when I made it, but I think it's pretty good. Enjoy.
“Alright, I know you all want some grounds on why you have been called here.†A man in a dark suit said with a blank face to the Police Officers. Some stared at him with questions, others joked around amongst themselves, and some just sat there spacing off. It took Nathan all his will power from hitting one across the face and screaming, “PAY ATTENTION MORON!†Nathan gripped his hands around a metal rod, and pointed it at a board. On the board was a detailed mapping of a fairly decent restaurant in Chicago, Illinois it was called “Flat Top Grillâ€. “Now, the reason you are all here, is because today we are going to round up the last members known that, currently in the Florida gang, “The Bloodzâ€, is in Chicago working on plans to us unknown I hope, that you all will be smart today and pay attention†he snapped his view and an Officer who was spacing off and chewing a piece of gum, “Unlike some I see right now might I add.†Some Officers laughed at that, and Nathan allowed himself to smile at his own little remark. His face threw away the smile though, like nothing at all had ever happened. “Now†Nathan began as he drew the rod at the front entrance of the door, “today the staff of this..very fine restaurant...might I add my favorite, have left today. Be it being bribed, threatened, or offered a break, I don't really give two cents of shit. The big worry is that there are 7 Blood members, each one one of our agents said, is carrying a gun.†A police officer raised a hand, and before Nathan could pick out on him, he talked himself.
“I got an idea, lets just go in an blast the fools!†a few idiots nodded in agreement. Nathan grabbed his head and pulled it down. He pointed to 4 of the officers.
“What are your names?†Nathan asked, one said William Walters, another Zander Tracey, Ryan Cannon, and the last one was David Guzman. Nathan smiled at them all, “Your all off the case†they smiled as if that was what they wanted, “and I'm also going to take to the chief about getting you...a new job...say..a taxi driver?†The four looked down on the ground, not a very good way to start a task.
“Any way..†Nathan continued, “the door is guarded by two guards, the back door has another two, and there are 3 people talking about...recruiting I am sure.†Nathan pointed at a small circle on the other side of the street in a restaurant called 'New Pot', “this is where you normal average cops will be placed. Next to you will be three swat officers who...I shall not name.†Nathan pointed at a huge circle with an N in the middle. “That would be me, I will go in and talk about joining. If you hear a gun shot, send the Swat in. I will also have a radio with me. If I say, 'What do we do?' then 'Isn't that illegal?', then Officers rush in the front, and Swat rush in the back. If I am to say, 'Wait lets not get hasty', Swat is to wait by exits, do not breach the mission. Officers are to leave, and call for extra Swat backup. Am I clear?†The officers nodded, and three other people standing nodded all the same. Nathan clapped his hands and smiled. “Alright then, lets get started shall we?â€
Nathan checked his gear. In his pocket was a 5-7, a standard gun for a task such as this. He set his radio on, and put a thumbs up to the Cops, and one to the Swat Officers. He breathed to himself slowly, if he acted nervous, he was as good as dead. His task was fairly simple, ask if he could join the gang, ask what the gang did, the minor things that would lead up to the arrest and capture of this Gang that shouldn't even be here. Nathan cracked his knuckles and said to himself, and his team, “Alright, here we go.†He opened the doors and entered the restaurant.
As soon as Nathan entered two guards stopped him and said, “I am very sorry sir, this restaurant is rented out to a Tyler Ringots.†Nathan looked at the grunts pocket and at the gun, he saw the imprint if left on the coat, it was a Micro-Uzi. Nathan silently took another deep breathe.
“I know that you are part of the Bloodz, and I would like to join your gang.†That took the man by surprise, but he wouldn't let down.
“Sir I have no idea what the hell you are talking about, what is this.. Bloodz that you speak of?†The other grunt simply patted the mans shoulder.
“It's 'aight Jose, he knows.†said the other grunt. The one named Jose sighed. He had slipped, and if Tyler got word, he would throw up a spasm, and most likely pull a gun, or a special little contract on his head.
“Alright mate, right this way, I'll take you to the boss..the names Ralph by the way.†Ralph led Joseph into the restaurant and to a table. On the table was a lifeless head, and a silenced gun was in the hands of man smoking the cigar. At that point Nathan realized two things. He had met the man named 'Tyler Ringots' and even worse...the gun was silenced. The entire plan was in trouble, if the guns were to go off, the Swat wouldn't hear them, and he would be left dead like the man on the table. The man named Tyler took the cigar away from his mouth, and shoved it into the hole in the dead man's head.
“What the **** do you want?†Tyler fingered the gun around in his hands. A glock-18, Nathan was sure of it. Nathan showed none of his fear, for his life, and the lives of those around.
“Sir...Mr. Ringots if I am correct? I am interested in joining your very powerful gang the Bloodz, I would like to joi--†Before Nathan could finish Tyler burst out laughing, he fired another shot into the dead man, and Nathan cringed. This man was insane.
“Hay **** face†Tyler began, pointed the gun barrel at Nathan's head, “Sucks ups ****ing suck a **** and a ****ing slug!†Nathan would have loved to knock away the glock and fire it down the killers throat, but he had to play the part. He acted scared, though in reality, he really was.
“No sir, I don't mean it like that†Nathan began as he again tried to get on the good side of the insane killer. “I just want to join to show those up..im always the quiet one, the nice one...I want to show all those ****ers who I really am!†Nathan could see it worked, Tyler began to ponder what Nathan said.
“Alright mate, your in, we will test how loyal you are later, but now we'll just hand you a ****ing gun and let you be off to do whatever the **** you do.†Nathan again tried to keep himself from smacking or shooting the foul mouthed man.
“Sir...what exactly do we do?†Nathan could feel it, he asked the question, once the answers were told...and the answers were very well to be known, he had grounds to arrest them all.
“What the **** do you think?†Tyler said with a smirk “Get the bitches, **** them up, sell em to other ****ers. Get drugs, take a quick sniff, send some my way, we sell it. Get a ****ing gun from some source...whatever the **** it is. You ****ing give it to me and we ****ing sell it. We sell it good damn it, and we make money any ****ing way possible, got it?â€
“Isn't that illegal?†Nathan said, he knew the answer in his mind, soon the police would storm the front and the Swat would storm the back.
“You know what?†Tyler pulled out the gun and pointed it at Nathan's face, “You ****er, **** yo--†Before Tyler could finish, Nathan butted his knee into Tyler's stomach, pulled the gun from his hand, and pushed him against a table. The grunts pulled out their guns but before they could get them up, the Police busted through the front doors, and the Swat jumped into the back. The grunts dropped their weapons and got down on the floor face down. Nathan pushed Tyler's face against the wall, “Who's the ****er now punk?†Tyler said nothing and Nathan smiled as he cuffed him, “That's what I thought.â€
“This is a very big problem Mr.Eichenbaum†Nathan shifted in his seat as he looked at his Chief's face. The man had a pair of glasses on, a light tan, and was in a turtleneck suit. “you see, as it turns out, there was another member in that gang you arrested.†Nathan couldn't believe it, he was told by his sources this information was 100 percent accurate. “Now, he has left Chicago....the entire continent at that. He booked a flight to Mecklenburg. Though he is not on our soil, he may be getting new recruits, so I want you to follow the little bastard.†The Chief shifted through his papers, “Ah yes, and we also lost one of our agents yesterday, he was working undercover in that nice business.. Shinra Corporation I believe...anyhow, you have to go to Mecklenburg, find out what you can about the Blood member, keep in contact with German's Police Force, and Swat Force, and give daily updates to us...try and take down as many criminal forces as possible too...the less the better I always say...oh, one more thing†The Chief handed Nathan a small slip saying, 'Willkommen nach Deutschland!', the Chief smiled as Nathan got uput of his seat, “Haben Sie eine gute Reise...†as Nathan left the room he repeated what the Chief said.. “Haben Sie eine gute Reise†Nathan made his way to Gate 16 in the Airport, and was headed off to Germany.
“Alright, I know you all want some grounds on why you have been called here.†A man in a dark suit said with a blank face to the Police Officers. Some stared at him with questions, others joked around amongst themselves, and some just sat there spacing off. It took Nathan all his will power from hitting one across the face and screaming, “PAY ATTENTION MORON!†Nathan gripped his hands around a metal rod, and pointed it at a board. On the board was a detailed mapping of a fairly decent restaurant in Chicago, Illinois it was called “Flat Top Grillâ€. “Now, the reason you are all here, is because today we are going to round up the last members known that, currently in the Florida gang, “The Bloodzâ€, is in Chicago working on plans to us unknown I hope, that you all will be smart today and pay attention†he snapped his view and an Officer who was spacing off and chewing a piece of gum, “Unlike some I see right now might I add.†Some Officers laughed at that, and Nathan allowed himself to smile at his own little remark. His face threw away the smile though, like nothing at all had ever happened. “Now†Nathan began as he drew the rod at the front entrance of the door, “today the staff of this..very fine restaurant...might I add my favorite, have left today. Be it being bribed, threatened, or offered a break, I don't really give two cents of shit. The big worry is that there are 7 Blood members, each one one of our agents said, is carrying a gun.†A police officer raised a hand, and before Nathan could pick out on him, he talked himself.
“I got an idea, lets just go in an blast the fools!†a few idiots nodded in agreement. Nathan grabbed his head and pulled it down. He pointed to 4 of the officers.
“What are your names?†Nathan asked, one said William Walters, another Zander Tracey, Ryan Cannon, and the last one was David Guzman. Nathan smiled at them all, “Your all off the case†they smiled as if that was what they wanted, “and I'm also going to take to the chief about getting you...a new job...say..a taxi driver?†The four looked down on the ground, not a very good way to start a task.
“Any way..†Nathan continued, “the door is guarded by two guards, the back door has another two, and there are 3 people talking about...recruiting I am sure.†Nathan pointed at a small circle on the other side of the street in a restaurant called 'New Pot', “this is where you normal average cops will be placed. Next to you will be three swat officers who...I shall not name.†Nathan pointed at a huge circle with an N in the middle. “That would be me, I will go in and talk about joining. If you hear a gun shot, send the Swat in. I will also have a radio with me. If I say, 'What do we do?' then 'Isn't that illegal?', then Officers rush in the front, and Swat rush in the back. If I am to say, 'Wait lets not get hasty', Swat is to wait by exits, do not breach the mission. Officers are to leave, and call for extra Swat backup. Am I clear?†The officers nodded, and three other people standing nodded all the same. Nathan clapped his hands and smiled. “Alright then, lets get started shall we?â€
Nathan checked his gear. In his pocket was a 5-7, a standard gun for a task such as this. He set his radio on, and put a thumbs up to the Cops, and one to the Swat Officers. He breathed to himself slowly, if he acted nervous, he was as good as dead. His task was fairly simple, ask if he could join the gang, ask what the gang did, the minor things that would lead up to the arrest and capture of this Gang that shouldn't even be here. Nathan cracked his knuckles and said to himself, and his team, “Alright, here we go.†He opened the doors and entered the restaurant.
As soon as Nathan entered two guards stopped him and said, “I am very sorry sir, this restaurant is rented out to a Tyler Ringots.†Nathan looked at the grunts pocket and at the gun, he saw the imprint if left on the coat, it was a Micro-Uzi. Nathan silently took another deep breathe.
“I know that you are part of the Bloodz, and I would like to join your gang.†That took the man by surprise, but he wouldn't let down.
“Sir I have no idea what the hell you are talking about, what is this.. Bloodz that you speak of?†The other grunt simply patted the mans shoulder.
“It's 'aight Jose, he knows.†said the other grunt. The one named Jose sighed. He had slipped, and if Tyler got word, he would throw up a spasm, and most likely pull a gun, or a special little contract on his head.
“Alright mate, right this way, I'll take you to the boss..the names Ralph by the way.†Ralph led Joseph into the restaurant and to a table. On the table was a lifeless head, and a silenced gun was in the hands of man smoking the cigar. At that point Nathan realized two things. He had met the man named 'Tyler Ringots' and even worse...the gun was silenced. The entire plan was in trouble, if the guns were to go off, the Swat wouldn't hear them, and he would be left dead like the man on the table. The man named Tyler took the cigar away from his mouth, and shoved it into the hole in the dead man's head.
“What the **** do you want?†Tyler fingered the gun around in his hands. A glock-18, Nathan was sure of it. Nathan showed none of his fear, for his life, and the lives of those around.
“Sir...Mr. Ringots if I am correct? I am interested in joining your very powerful gang the Bloodz, I would like to joi--†Before Nathan could finish Tyler burst out laughing, he fired another shot into the dead man, and Nathan cringed. This man was insane.
“Hay **** face†Tyler began, pointed the gun barrel at Nathan's head, “Sucks ups ****ing suck a **** and a ****ing slug!†Nathan would have loved to knock away the glock and fire it down the killers throat, but he had to play the part. He acted scared, though in reality, he really was.
“No sir, I don't mean it like that†Nathan began as he again tried to get on the good side of the insane killer. “I just want to join to show those up..im always the quiet one, the nice one...I want to show all those ****ers who I really am!†Nathan could see it worked, Tyler began to ponder what Nathan said.
“Alright mate, your in, we will test how loyal you are later, but now we'll just hand you a ****ing gun and let you be off to do whatever the **** you do.†Nathan again tried to keep himself from smacking or shooting the foul mouthed man.
“Sir...what exactly do we do?†Nathan could feel it, he asked the question, once the answers were told...and the answers were very well to be known, he had grounds to arrest them all.
“What the **** do you think?†Tyler said with a smirk “Get the bitches, **** them up, sell em to other ****ers. Get drugs, take a quick sniff, send some my way, we sell it. Get a ****ing gun from some source...whatever the **** it is. You ****ing give it to me and we ****ing sell it. We sell it good damn it, and we make money any ****ing way possible, got it?â€
“Isn't that illegal?†Nathan said, he knew the answer in his mind, soon the police would storm the front and the Swat would storm the back.
“You know what?†Tyler pulled out the gun and pointed it at Nathan's face, “You ****er, **** yo--†Before Tyler could finish, Nathan butted his knee into Tyler's stomach, pulled the gun from his hand, and pushed him against a table. The grunts pulled out their guns but before they could get them up, the Police busted through the front doors, and the Swat jumped into the back. The grunts dropped their weapons and got down on the floor face down. Nathan pushed Tyler's face against the wall, “Who's the ****er now punk?†Tyler said nothing and Nathan smiled as he cuffed him, “That's what I thought.â€
“This is a very big problem Mr.Eichenbaum†Nathan shifted in his seat as he looked at his Chief's face. The man had a pair of glasses on, a light tan, and was in a turtleneck suit. “you see, as it turns out, there was another member in that gang you arrested.†Nathan couldn't believe it, he was told by his sources this information was 100 percent accurate. “Now, he has left Chicago....the entire continent at that. He booked a flight to Mecklenburg. Though he is not on our soil, he may be getting new recruits, so I want you to follow the little bastard.†The Chief shifted through his papers, “Ah yes, and we also lost one of our agents yesterday, he was working undercover in that nice business.. Shinra Corporation I believe...anyhow, you have to go to Mecklenburg, find out what you can about the Blood member, keep in contact with German's Police Force, and Swat Force, and give daily updates to us...try and take down as many criminal forces as possible too...the less the better I always say...oh, one more thing†The Chief handed Nathan a small slip saying, 'Willkommen nach Deutschland!', the Chief smiled as Nathan got uput of his seat, “Haben Sie eine gute Reise...†as Nathan left the room he repeated what the Chief said.. “Haben Sie eine gute Reise†Nathan made his way to Gate 16 in the Airport, and was headed off to Germany.
