Delivery Boy

[Jack]

Night #1
Total Deliveries : 5


Inventory
Number of Breifcases: 6

Instructions:

• Deliver five breifcases to five people.
  
• Pick up five packages from hose five people
  
• Drop off the five packages to a worker of Mr Carso
  

Jack went through the instructions in his head as he had his shower going over them again and again and again. He'd studied the streets he knew his route like the back of his hand, he even knew the side streets just in case he had to make a quick getaway. After all for all Jack knew Mr Carso could be having him transport chips for Nuclear Missiles all these years what would his brother be like?

Jack got dressed, wearing tailored black jeans, nice brown Italian leather shoes, a fitted casual shirt with his sleeves slightly rolled up a large warm Burberry scarf and his urban Angels Jacket which was held in his right hand as he locked the back and side doors, setting the alarm and finally simply shutting the front door.

Jack drove to the pick up point for his partner for the evening. He parked in the no parking spot just like he was told to. Turning off his lights except leaving his engine running he would wait patiently for 8:30 to tick by at which point he would start the run at with or without his "Body Guard"just meant more money for him.

New city, new employer and new opportunities. What would San Diego hold for the young college freshmen? Jack sighed as he pulled a cigarette out and waited. Both Mr Carso and Mr Carso worked alike, the orders were literally identical.

The bodyguard that was being sent to support Jack in his little underground task was a large male who went by the name of Glesson. Gleeson was extremely muscular, skilled and was extremely smart; the three requirements that would make the perfect bodyguard. He could read situations like a book, predict matters even before they happened, his only down side was that he was a crazy bastard.

It was easy to tempt the man, the price they were willing to pay for his services. Plus, they drew out the task to be quite a simple one, which only made the Sophomore even more confident in taking the job. Of course, with such great deals, he took it. Well, at least this little unexpected mess-up was cleaned up. However, there was one problem. The Sophomore truly did not look like a bodyguard. Not only was he young, he was pretty small too. Hell, the only reason he got the job was because he had shown his skill by taking down two of Mr. Carso's men at the moment they had come to meet him.

The older male was clad in a black tailored suit with a matching button up shirt with the design of thin white lines going vertically down. It was buttoned to the collar, the sleeves reaching all the way to his wrist. And the shirt was tucked into a pair of matching black tailored pants, held in place by a dark brown leather belt with a basic silver belt buckle. His shoes were comfortable tappers with extra laces in order to give his ankles the support they required.


The six foot eleven man walked down the street, he was loaded, a large glock 13 with two extra clips was stashed in his breast pocket, plenty of other contraptions were stored within his other various pockets. The large male came upon the carpark, finding the car of the man he was supposed to protect. He approached Jack.

"Hello. Are you my client?"

"Get it, we're late"

Jack would say as he put the window up and unlocked the passenger's door.

[Jack]

Switching into fifth gear perfectly only an expert would be able to tell the split 0.4 of a second delay between his gear changes, true he was not pushing himself due to not watching to draw more attention then a guy speeding at 150 miles an hours in a done up Mazda Rx7. His best gear shifts on record were 0.25 pretty good considering the best was 0.2 on the new Nissan GTR. Which was only one of four cars that he had brought over from New York, the rest he left behind with the man he trusted to uphold the ideals that they had lived by.

"Hoorah..."

So man, tell me why do you drive deliveries, you seem like you can handle yourself, the fact that I've never heard of you in this city and you're already doing deliveries for one of the big guys says something. Judging by your clothes and car, you don't need the money so why?

"Because once upon a time, Luician Carso, took in a small kid who had dreams about becoming a gangster and taught him right from wrong. I owe the Carso family a lot so, running deliveries for them, so just enough tips to pay for my fuel is good enough for me.

All I need is a full tank of gas and this girl. But something has to pay for that gas"

As he approached the first delivery point he slowed down parking they waited, A minuet went by then another at around 10:05 pm a black Mercedes pulled up. Three large men exited the car and stood in front of it. Jack looked at Gleeson.

"Right let's get this over with."

Jack would leave the engine running as he got out of the car moving to the boot he opened it pulling out the briefcase marked one as he had done with his other deliveries for the Carso family. Jack would close the boot and walked casually with Gleeson toward the three men.

No words were said however the tension was high. Jack had the air of a commander about him and with Gleeson by his side he felt all the more confident. He no idea if there were more of them as standard procedure went only that he could rely on was his fighting skills. He had no idea how much weight the name of Carso carried among these men in this city.

One of the men outstretched his hand to shake Jack's, with his other had Jack handed over the briefcase take the briefcase the man produced a yellow parcel from his breast pocket. Jack accepted the parcel, briefly shaking hands they would turn and walk back casually.

Once Jack got back to the car he placed the parcel into the briefcase marked six. Closing the boot he wiped his forehead and looked at Gleesom, both nodded and got back into the car driving off to their next delivery location.

[Jack]

"So, how far away until the next drop off point?"

“Our next stop is roughly ten kilometers away it should only take a couple of minuets if we take a few short cuts to avoid traffic here and there. I’d speed but the closer you get into the city tends to have a lot more cops active. I don’t think it’s smart to draw un-needed attention on ourselves for anything less then a much needed escape”

Jack said as he reversed out of the last meeting area. Once he gained an adequate space and speed, he spun the car around turning it smoothly on the spot. Switching gears he slammed on the acceleration blasting off into the distance. It was the sort of driving you only saw in action movies, it was the skill of the best driver in New York City.

As Jack drove down the street onto the highway he received a little notification on his specialized GPS. They were doing random alcohol and drug testing up ahead. Jack took the next sharp right, turning his neon lights and headlights off he would come to a crawl as he navigated around the side streets, breaking out onto the main highway he turned his lights back on and accelerated off.

Where Jack had broken out onto the road was a couple hundred meters off his mark. Jack took another right once again working his way through the various streets of San D, to the meeting point. Jack had his job to worry about and Gleeson had his, each of the men had their various jobs to complete and their employers expected them done. Jack brought them to the meeting point they were early, Jack parked he turned the lights of the car off but he kept the engine running.

“We’re a bit early”

He said as he put his window down and lit up his cigarette. He outstretched his packet to Gleeson offering the older male one.

Cheers

Lighting up his cigarette, he outstretched the blue flame to Gleeson. Turning on the radio he switched it to a good channel that played some decent, progressive house, techno style music with a large variety of sub genres and exotic Dj's. Jack turned the music to a minimal just enough for both Jack and Gleeson to enjoy yet not loud enough to draw any attention in the dead night.

"So tell me Gleeson where does your name come from?"

"Giordano's my first name, and my last name's Leetenzo, I'm Giordano Leetenzo Jr or Giordano Leetenzo's son. G-Lee-Son

"Interesting."

Jack would say as he took another drag of his cigarette, letting the Grey smoke slowly out of his lungs as he watched and listened for the car to arrive and their next delivery to begin.

How about you? Tell us about yourself

"My Mother's Greek and my father's Latin American on his mother's side and Irish American on his father's side. I've lived in Australia for most my life say for the last 6 years that I've been living in New York. I just recently moved to San Diego. I get by, either brawling in fight clubs or doing semi pro fights. As well as the odd delivery here or there."

Jack decided not to tell Gleeson that he inherited a small fortune from his father and that his master and lord Stein had looked after him extremely well. Managing all his money, investing it wisely and watching it grow.

[Jack]

Jack flipped the lid of his cigarette packet open offering Gleeson a second cigarette, the man happily accepted the kind offer. Jack removed anotehr tailored cigarette placing the stick in his mouth before snapping the deck shut and tossing it onto his dashboard before sitting in silence waiting.

Jack sat there taking in deep breaths as he closed his eyes listening, listening for the humming sound of the car. This all felt too similar to his last delivery job, as if it were identical.Jack flicked his cigarette out when he too noticed the faint sounds of a car approaching from quite a distance off. His brain went into overdrive trying work out type of car it was. Wasn't exactly high powered vehicle so it was most likely a low powered one, judging by the noise it was producing it was a cheaper import, possibly low end Toyota that was used for trades and other hands on businessmen. A black Toyota pulled into the clearing, Jack smirked he flicked his cigarette out of his window and looked at Gleeson.

"Well, let's go then."

"Not that I need to tell you, don't be fooled by their looks. Never put the faint idea that they could be carrying concealed weapons. I'll do my best to protect you and if it comes down to fire power I'm more then equipped to handle a bunch of small fries. Plus you wouldn't be pitched to do these sort of deliveries if you didn't know how to handle yourself anyway,true?"

Jack nodded his thanks, Gleeson was proving to be quite the intellectual body guard, not the stereotypical wall of muscle that was good for taking a bullet and that was it. Gleeson was being trained to be a top grade body guard. His ability to read situations would be tested on this little

Jack followed his normal procedure as Gleeson watched his back he moved around to the boot. Once there he would unlock the boot and pull out the marked briefcase to the corresponding delivery. Jack walked with Gleeson slightly behind him but still close enough that if anyone attacked Jack Gleeson to step in quite easily. Gleeson's eyes darted left to right taking in every bit of detail. His hands were ready he was armed and if any of these fuckers tried to pull a shifty he would pop a cap straight between their eyes.

The two large males walked leisurely yet with a purpose and a confidence that radiated around them. They would stop at a comfortable distance that allowed them clear view of anything that could possibly happen. They were not past the point of no return so if all hell broke loose it would still be easier to get back to their vehicle then go to theirs. Jack held up the metal briefcase proving that he had the goods. Three seedy looking men exited the van and approached the duo man. The man nodded as he pulled out the yellow package that was expected, he looked and smelled like a junkie, Jack assumed all this job meant to him was he got his next few fixes.

Jack didn't wait for the junkie to have second thoughts, he quickly exchanged the package for the briefcase. Securing the package in his breast pocket Jack would turn on the spot. Somewhere along the lines, that junkie just didn't process that these two men were people you didn't fuck with. Somehow in that fucked up junkie fried brain of his the guy decided it'd be a better idea if he took the package back. That way he could get more money and thus more crack.

Jack saw it coming from a mile away but Gleeson saw it from ten, The man moved with speed that surpassed Jack's grabbing the man's hand as he lashed out for Jack. The sheer force of his vice like grip broke bone not to mention the horrible sound as Gleeson twisted the man's wrist back forcing him to the ground. Gleeson gave the man a hard kick in the ribs, the wet sound as he broke them followed by a stomp on the face, destroying the man's nose. Jack smirked, turning on the spot Gleeson had it all covered, it would be a waste of their time if Jack just stood there and watched. As Gleeson dealt with the first one he moved to the other two with speed that clearly now even passed Chyrnos'

Gleeson launched his left hand on the second man's right elbow, preventing him from pulling out whatever device he was about to draw, his right fist snapping forward and catching him square in the nose, the blood that confirmed the break quickly followed. His hammer fist also managed to cleanly knock out the front few teeth on the man.

As the man staggered backwards, falling to the ground too far away from his vehicle for it to be of any use. Gleeson l moved on to handle the other guy, not wasting his time on any one person for more then a second . During the time it had taken to take the first one down it had allowed the other guy, the one on the far left. To pull out his cheap Chinese knock off revolver. They were useful for one thing, mugging people anything else and you were in deep shit. Most department store cops carried more fire power then this shitty thing let alone a 7/11 clerk. Gleeson would close the distance in a heart beat, drawing his own gun with his right his left hand would latch on at the inner side of his wrist, pushing the gun away from Gleeson and by extension, Jack. His right hand would then come down slamming the butt of his handgun down onto the top of the mans head, The vice grip strong enough to froce the man's grip on the gun free and with the blow to the head he was knocked out. His right hand would then come around the man's neck pulling him toward him, Gleeson would slam his knee into the lower ribs. A loud solid thump radiated through the area as Gleeson broke three to four of the man's ribs. ha

Gleeson replaced his back back to it's original position smirking at the three, giving the second guy he took out a large kick in the throat. Laughing as he hear him choke and gasp for air. Well, that had been easy, if the rest of the deliveries didn't get any harder then that, Gleeson would be in paradise. Gleeson turned to look at jack who by now had packed away the package and was sitting in the car waiting for Gleeson to hop in.

“Fucking junkies”

Jack would mumour as Gleeson entered the car, "There's always one!" The bodyguard chuckled at his comment, possibly agreeing with him or he simply just found the whole scenario amusing. Gleeson was a man full of confidence in his capabilities. He was a dangerous man who would not hesitate to take your life while you slept, or gas your whole house out, while your kid slept peacefully up stair unknowing that they would never wake up again.

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at it all, this was the first time he was doing deliveries out side of New York and outside of Lucian Carso's orders. Marco Carso was Lucian's younger brother, while Jack had been asked by Lucian he was working for Maro whether he liked it or not. Jack would have expect to start from the bottom again doing internal work again. Drive here or drive there, pick up this person and drop him off there. You know only on a few occasions would he get the privilege to actually met people out side of the organization when doing his deliveries, but no. Despite being in a new state, city and family he was back in his old position and probably getting paid even more for it.

[Jack]

Jack and Gleeson made their way to the next location no trouble followed them, or even intercepted them. There wasn't much by traffic or any suspicious looking people. When they arrived there wasn't anyone was already a car waiting for them. It had just ticked by 11:00 pm, they still had three more minuets until they were expected. While Jack waited he offered Gleeson a cigarette, he declined it this time producing his own cigarette deck. Gleeson out stretched the carton of Malboro Golds to him, Jack took it and lit it up holding the zippo out for Gleeson to light up. Putting the windows down Jack sighed as a large cloud of smoke was pushed out from his lungs. It wasn't until five minuets later did a BMW show up.

Jack checked the time they were on time so it had to be them, but he'd wait until they made their first move. He didn't have to wait long until two large gentlemen wearing plain tailored suits one Grey one black stepped out of their hundred thousand dollar BMW.

“Tch.. show offs.”

That car won't save them when I put ten rounds through their shit holes

Jack chuckled his sentiments exactly, the men stopped moving approximately halfway between the two cars. Jack nodded to Gleeson, the both exited the car. Gleeson would scan the area for any possible threat apart from the two men in the middle of course. Jack moved around to the rear of the car, unlocking the boot he pulled out the suit case marked three.

Once he picked up up the marked suitcase, he began peeling off the sticker he tossing it to the floor of his boot, he wanted after all to look professional and not like some dumb kid. Closing the boot he would walk back to Gleeson' side and together they would walk side by side. They were evenly matched in terms of numbers it was a two on two for now at least. However Gleeson was easily worth ten elite soldiers maybe even more, he would perform his duties to the end and Jack had an undying confidence in the Italian man. Both men stared straight forward their cold expressions mixed with a look similar to a hardened veteran soldier's 1000 yard stare. Although in comparison Gleeson's was like a 20,000 yard stare. There was just no comparison between the two males. Jack was confident that within the next year Jack would surpass Gleeson both in strength, speed and presence. Within this year when Jack walked onto that battle field people would fear his aura.

Jack lifted up the suitcase to prove he had the delivery to the man, The other male acknowledged his gesture and reached into his breast pocket. Jack instantly flicked his eyes to the man’s chest thus allowing him full view of his body and the ability to react in the scenario anything but the yellow package was produced from his breast pocket. When the man produced a yellow package Jack subconsciously diverted his eyes back up to the man’s face never moving his head to give away what he had just done.

Jack outstretched the the suit case, in return the man outstretched the yellow package. Jack handed over the suitcase and in exchange for the yellow package. They both nodded and departed, the whole time Jack adn Gleeson didn't move they wouldn't turn their backs on anyone not after the last encounter they had. While it seemed that this deal went a lot smoother then the last one, it didn't mean shit. If the last deal had taught them anything it meant the Carso name meant nothing to these people or some of them at least. They never knew where the hounds would be set on them. But alas the deal went smoothly, even the first one for that matter went better then the second maybe it was just a one of thing?. Would he be able to say the same for the other two?

[Jack]

"Hey do you see 11:25 pm as well?"

Yeah man

Jack's eyes flashed from his rear view mirror, back to his GPS, he swore under his breath. Gleeson seemed to have noticed Jack's eyes movements. His eyes moved to his side view mirror nodding to himself. He thought he they had been following them for a while. Shows why Jack was driving a bit more normal then usual possibly trying to blend in?

I thought they might have been following us, I didn't want to draw your attention to stupid things, in case I was wrong

"Yeah I don't know who they are. They followed me last time I did a delivery for the Carso's probably the fucking feds or some shit. Make sure your seat belts on. We're running out of time."

Jack would work his way across the two lane main road and take the next on ramp onto the major highway. Just like he did in New York he'd burn them on his favourite course the straight and then back track to his drop off point.

And just like that the whole car kicked into life, the roar was beyond anything any ordinary person would have heard and even toughs who have been around cars all their lives would have marvelled at the beast Jack drove and commanded.

The two Turbo chargers were screaming to be released and thus they were performing overtime as the car suddenly lurched forward. Jack's hands moved as a blur changing gears frantically in order not to stall or blow his engine. As he broke onto the highway doing 150 Kilometres an hour he smirked, gradually speeding up. He got a feel for the traffic who very quickly got the fuck out of his way. Pushing the car he broke 200 laughing as he took a off ramp. Shooting down the now abandoned main road he pushed the car further. 210 Kilometres, 220 Kilometres. His corner was coming up slamming on his breaks, he used the ABS to their full extreme, angling the car the way he wanted. The screeching sound of the breaks burning on the road was horrid and loud. Jack slowed down enough to hit his corner at speed. Holding down the breaks as he went in he would wait past the point of comfort before releasing the break and slamming on the accelerator. Jack's car accelerated out of the turn taking another sharp turn brining the knife across the throats of whoever was following them. Jack would slow the car down to a creep looking at the GPS he nodded.

“Only five minutes away”

As he backtracked through the streets, making sure not to make too much noise, Gleeson sat there stunned, he had never gone that fast. He had been shot at, grenades gone off in front of him, people died left right and centre but he never though he would die as much as he did what Jack drove. As they backtracked through the streets one of them offered a view of the high way, catching glimpse of their old followers on the high way he chuckled. Pointing at them Gleeson followed where he was looking and couldn’t help let a chuckle escape him too.

"That wasn't all that bad, now was it?”

”Nah not all that bad, I only thought I was going to die a hundred thousand times over. You’re a pretty mad driver where did you learn how to drive?”

“Urban Angels”

Jack would say as he took a right into another street before a sharp left brought them to a little strip of shops with an empty parking lot at the rear, which was their destination. Jack looked at the time as it just clicked over to 11:35pm.

"Damn I'm good"

"Well, we're here now. Where are they?"

Jack closed his eyes and listened he couldn’t hear anything for the time being, yet his mind was on overdrive if he heard them coming he’d notify Gleeson. Putting the windows down the two men took their routine smoke. Sighing as they exhaled the beautiful cancerish smoke.

[Jack]

“Two cars, or small trucks both V8’s no… ones V8 the other one, the other one’s more powerful V10 possibly? I have a bad feeling about this, last time in New York we got attacked around this time in the delivery. This is like me reliving past experiences, it’s fucked.”

Jack’s question was answered when two large Hummers pulled into the little compound. In comparison to the small humble clearing the two large monster trucks dominated the area, Jack had a fucked feeling about this. As they pulled into the clearing Jack saw one of the windows go down before it came back up. Jack swore to himself, you could fit six people in each of those hummers, excluding shoving some people into the boot. Jack calculated most likely Seven people to ten people were here a maximum of twelve no one wanted whatever crappie package he was delivering enough to send a fucking army.

Eight people in total stepped out of the two cars and once againJack swore to himself looking at Gleeson he shrugged followed by throwing his eyes to the sky. “This is fucking bullshit, how about we just kill them all and get on with it?

We can only kill them AFTER they try to kill us not before, how would it look if we’re responsible for losing all of Mr Carso’s clients because everyone’s too scared to get his deliveries. No we’re here to do our Job.”.

“Right let’s go”

As he got out he made a note that the driver of both cars did not get out of the cars, or they left them running for shits and giggles. Jack however could make out the faint outline of a person in the driver’s seat of one of them which at the very least left him to believe that the other driver was doing the same thing.

Jack would as he had done the previous three times walk around to the boot while Gleeson covered his rear, opening the boot with a push of a button h picked up the makred briefcase. Peeling of the #4 sticker he let it drop to the floor, searching through his arsenal of weapons Jack found what he wanted, one extendable steel baton and two brass knuckles. As Jack passed Gleeson he used the darkness to his advantage when communicating to Gleeson, as he passed Gleeson he flashed the knucks behind his back hopefully Gleeson would see them and load his gun, they would need to have some protection when dealing with these sort of fucks. Jack had never been one to fancy guns, which is maybe why he was never all that big of a fore on the street. Gangs talked bullets and guns, he talked fists and bone. Jack was a man who liked to prove how strong he was no how strong his toys were. He would finally make a mental note to get some much needed practise going. He knew that all he had to do was hone his skills and he’d become a pretty good shot in no time.

As Jack and Gleeson moved toward the group of eight Jack made note of their physical builds ranking them on his first impressions , while he knew first impressions were nothing it always helped to ease your mind before a conflict. Jack nodded to the man in charge, showing him the briefcase. Jack watched the man very carefully as he slowly reached into his breast pocket to produce a yellow envelope handing it over to Jack with no fuss. Jack carefully exchanged it for the briefcase always cautious for a sudden move, Gleeson stood there the towering figure that he was, looking for these guys to make the false move. Once they got the briefcase they did something highly unusual for these sort of engagements, this is exactly what had happened to him in New Yorl. All their eyes were drawn to the suitcase all except Gleeson, who was preparing to make his move, very slowly very quietly he positioned his body in a way it would protect Jack from any initial attacks to the right, the left would be up to him. Once again Jack had no idea what the contents were so he couldn’t argue if it didn’t live up to their expectations. Jack couldn’t do anything but pocket the envelope in his left pocket sliding on his knuckle duster as he did so pretending to be cold as he pocketed both hands, finding his extendible baton in the other.

“Cold tonight eh?”

“Heh, we owe you for what you did in New, Y.....”

The man wouldn’t have time to finish his sentence because Jack had moved first, his new metal knuckles hitting the man with all the power and speed that the boy could produce. The sound was a sweet thud, the sound of metal on bone was heard as Jack punched the man right in the temple, a knock out on impact. Jack followed up with a left push kick to the man’s chest sending the knocked out man to the ground hitting his head on the unforgiving hard flood. Blood formed around him from both from his initial hit to the head and the lovely concrete landing courtesy of his kick. The man was out cold, maybe he even fractured his skull or maybe he didn’t . Jack didn’t know nor did he want to know. All he did know is that he had four other people to worry about and they were a bit more important whether or not some backstabber was going to die or not.

Jack knew Gleeson could handle the other four for now, and that’s all he needed to know, he had faith in Gleeson’s abilities but it would get a bit ugly once they recovered and possibly pulled out their fire arms. Jack was quickly reminded of the basics as he rushed to get his guard up as he slipped a left jab returning it with a right overhead straight, the baton working as a make shift knuckle duster. Jack felt the man’s nose compress under the power of his hit and Jack smiled pulling back, he would add a quick twist ripping his body across to put all his strength into it. Slamming his left fist in the exact same spot before charging forward and slamming his right elbow right into the now destroyed nose. Jack broke the man’s Ethmoid and Nasal bones laughing as he fell toward the ground. Followed up his three strike combo by taking a large step with his left leg launching his body into the air and slamming his knee into the falling body of the man, landing like a tiger Jack would spin around with grace and speed with a left elbow in a downward motion from right temple across his face cutting it as if his skin were butter.

Jack would turn to face the next man who by this stage had pulled his gun out and was taking aim not at Jack but at Gleeson. Jack sent an outer crescent kick slapping the gun down and away as he fired it diverting the bullet safely away for him and Gleeson however not for one of his friends, the sound of bullet meeting flesh and the shock that followed as all of the oxygen was slammed out of your lungs. Jack would place his foot back onto floor and use the circular motion his gain to continue rotating his body around into a spin in order to gain torque on his body unleashing his right arm out as the baton extended and flew across the man’s jaw. Ripping flesh from bone the man screamed as blood filled his mouth and steamed down his face. Jack stepped to his left and shifted his wait twisting on the ball of his left foot he raised himself higher getting a better angle on the man, his right round house kick was sent directly for his head into. A wet sound followed by another equally demoralizing one. The man’s hair was now wet with blood his skull cracked open on the floor he would never be walking, talking or eating again. Any dreams or aspirations he ever had would never be fulfilled, this was the reward to defying such men as Jack and Gleeson.

Jack stood there looking down the barrel of a gun pointing directly at him, his heart stopped his death was in front of him and it was too early. The gun went off but it wasn’t the one in front of his and then again and again. Gleeson had not only taken out his four men, but the remaining two that would have killed Jack. Reloading his gun Gleeson walked over to Jack and turned to face the two hummers, they began revving their engines, turning their high beams on, Gleeson fired his gun four times, each shot was perfect. The Hummers stopped revving their engines, the hum of their engines was loud. Raising his gun in front him he smirked as he released a bullet, it shot through the window and hit the man’s head the sound of blood splattering on the window screen, forced a half smile on Jack’s face. Gleeson aimed his gun at the next Hummer who began reversing by this stage, Tch he fired the shot was good and it went home straight through the man’s skull.

“yo Gleeson, We’re good, Let’s get the fuck out of here”

Jack would say as they turned and walked back to the car.

[Jack]

The two men turned on the spot, as the strode back to the car they felt invincible, bullet proof if you will. In the space of this evening they had run from the feds, killed people, beaten people up and they were four fifths of the way to making $5000 in cash. Jack chuckled as they got into the car closing the door he reversed out of the meeting point and drove calming to their next and final location. He was in a good mood turning to Gleeson.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you Gleeson”

Jack would say as he drove to the meeting location, it wasn’t too far away, he was in no rush so he took it slow, having already thrashed he car for so long and hard he thought it deserved a much needed break. Jack turned the corner and drove into the final meeting area, as always they were early, pulling out a cigarette he lit it up another opening the window’s just enough to create a draft to push the smoke out of the car. Jack sighed as he exhaled pushing all the air and smoke out of his lungs. Letting the nicotine do its work, feeling his mind at ease.

“So man, what you got planned after?”

I have another job tomorrow afternoon so I’ll need my sleep hahhaha

“Fair enough, well man if we ever get partnered after this we’ll go out for drinks after, yeah?”

Sounds great man, so what about you going out?”

“Nah, I have a big day tomorrow, important person I want to see”

Jack would say as his mind drifting toward Kevala and her smooth body. The feeling he got when he held her and kissed her. He craved to see her more than he had previously as the days passed with minimal contact with the little devil.

"They're here"

Jack would say as he heard the car pull in, he couldn't make out the definite details because of the light however he soon realised much like the other cars it was an expensive German import. but this baby this bay was different then all the others, this car was special. Jack’s lips perked together as he let out a small whistle, he knew exactly what car that was in-fact he nearly had enough money for all his street racing and fighting in New York. Over time he had saved up, he didn’t want to buy it yet, he didn’t have the room nor the stability to do so. He had one more year to get the remaining hundred thousand dollars to buy his precious Audi R8.

Jack looked at Gleeson and nodded, they both knew that this car, this car was too good for criticism like the others cars they had made fun of . Only people of the highest style drove Audis and they were generally the coolest people too. Jack and Gleeson would get out of the car at the same time just like standard procedure Jack would go around the back and pick up the last suitcase. Peeling off the sticker with the number on it and then walk back to Gleeson for continuing side by side. Jack had a blank look on his face he was pissed off that these douche bags had his dream car, he wanted that car and he would be damned if these guys had one and not him. When he saw the two men he changed his opinion of the. Deciding to simply wait until he had enough money to buy it after all hard work equalled hard money and hard money equalled a lot of dosh, nothing good came easy.

Jack would incline his head to the two men, the man in charge of this little operation stood 6’4’’ while the other man a mere 6’1’’. They were both extremely well built, the look on their faces told him that they understood the situation. It was obvious that they were carrying guns and they knew how to use them, unlike the other bums failure to co-operate here meant certain death. Both parties made themselves clear and their warners were quite well received by Jack as Gleeson.

As Jack approached the men he finally got a better look at the two men, they were young must have been between twenty-five to thirty. Both parties would meet in the middle, Jack would hand over the briefcase as the man handed him the package in return. Jack pocketed the package and nodded, both men walked away leaving Jack and Gleeson behind. Jack walked at the extremes of a casual walk back to the car with Gleeson by his side, a smirk printed across his face, he had completed his task, and as a result there would be a nice cash payment awaiting him. Jack placed the final package in the briefcase situated in his boot. Closing down Jack sigh as he looked at Gleeson and nodded.

“Let’s get out of his”

Jack walked back around to the front seat of the car, changing gears he placed the car into reverse Jack backed up some meters before he stopped and changed into first, shooting off down the street Jack would take a average corner which lead into a main road.


“Well that could’ve gone a whole lot worse”

The time clocked over to 12:00 as Jack and Gleeson pulled into a random back alley stopping in front of a no name club’s rear entrance. Jack turned off his engine looking at Gleeson he nodded, they would both get out of the car together, turning around Jack would retrieve the last remaining suitcase and walk back around. Jack nodded to Gleeson as they hungrily walked up the steps to a large, metal, bullet proof looking door and knocked.

[Jack]

On touch Jack’s hand felt cold as he slammed the solid metal door painted black with a little slot so the people on the inside could see outside the club in case of delivers or unwanted visitors. There was a little light overhead and three steps that went up to the little platform where the door to the club was. The platform seemed dwarfed in comparison to the two large males. They waited patiently for an answer some time had passed and Jack decided they hadn’t heard him.

Jack knocked on the door again with enough force to get his intension across he didn't want to wait any longer, he had things to do, people to see, presents to buy. The little eye hole was slit open and Jack could see the man’s bright green hues as he spoke in a harsh voice, voice asking them what they were doing and what they wanted. Jack raised his briefcase and said in a quiet yet rough voice.

"Delivery for Mr Carso and if you don't mind could you hurry up and let us in we don’t want to be any late then we already are. We have other duties to perform tonight you know."

The man shut the slot and must've gone off to check it for it was a good 10 seconds before he returned unbolting the door Jack counted at least three series of locks. He swung it open with a bit of a struggle, as Jack passed he noticed that the door more resembled a door to a safe then a door to a club. Thick concrete on either side, sealed into the wall by thick rods, you’d have an easier time destroying the wall then breaking down the door.

Jack and Gleeson were ushered into some back room. Jack could hear the distant music of the club in the front but down back it was what it was, just a faint noise, here it was quiet and peaceful, somewhat fancy yet obviously criminal. The smell of cigars, perfume and expensive liquor filled the place, he took and deep breath in, taking in all the scents and for the first time in a while Jack felt as if he were in heaven. They were greeted quite quickly by a man in a black suit obviously the owner of the club, shaking hands with each of them saying their hellos, a few quick words were exchanged and then Jack handed over the briefcase. Two parcels were handed back to Jack, who pocketed his and passed one back to Gleeson. A final handshake and to Jack surprise there was a roll of $100 dollar bills in the palm of the man’s hand which was now in Jack’s. Jack smiled said his thank you, then with Gleeson and the man who initially escorted them in, walked out of the estate escorted by the original door man. Once Jack and Gleeson were in the car he'd count the money ten one hundred dollar bills, he handed five over to Abel after all it was his tip as well.

"Not too bad for a few hours work so far aye? Beats working in a bar, want me to drop you off anywhere?”