8 - The Things We Do For Love (Finale)
Apr 26, 2021 4:21:49 GMT -6
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Post by L. A. Blackwater on Apr 26, 2021 4:21:49 GMT -6
Down a side alley off of Las Vegas Boulevard awaits Blackwater, sat inside his Dodge Ramcharger. He looks down at the passenger seat, there lies his trusty old Browning 9mm pistol.
A faint sound of engines can be heard approaching.
Blackwater picks up the pistol, and pops out the ammo clip, completing one final check of his weapon before the fight ahead. After confirming the clip is full, he pushes it back into the pistol and actions it before laying it back down on the passenger seat.
The noise of the approaching engines grows louder.
Blackwater looks at his reflection within his Ramcharger’s rear mirror.
The things you do for love…
At that moment, a large convoy passes the alley concealing Blackwater: a group of motorbikes, several leading the group, four flanking two large black vans. They are followed by a military-grade blacked out Hummer and several more motorbikes.
Blackwater fires up the old engine of his trusted truck, he slams the stick into first and pushes down hard on the accelerator. The Ramcharger races out of the alleyway, the iconic sound of the V8 engine roars, echoing against the walls of the alley.
The Ramcharger drifts into the Boulevard, and Blackwater continues to switch through the gears as he accelerates towards the convoy. He winds down his passenger window and picks up his trusty pistol.
The motorbikes to the rear notice the fast-approaching vehicle and drop back further into a defensive position. One biker pulls out a semi-automatic handgun and begins to blindly fire the weapon backwards, spraying Blackwaters lane with bullets. The Soldier of Fortune starts an evasive manoeuvre to avoid being shot.
Soon, the biker empties his clip, and as he attempts to reload at high speed, Blackwater takes his opportunity.
He leans out the window and fires off three shots, two hit the biker in the back, and he falls to the hard ground below as his bike skids off the road.
Blackwater aims at the other biker following up the rear when suddenly he notices the sunroof open on the Hummer. Moments later, another hostile appears from out of the sunroof, a bald, Hispanic biker.
Blackwater redirects his aim to him, but as he is about to pull the trigger, his front tyre blows out.
“Fuck! Fuck!!” he cries as he drops his pistol to wrestle the steering wheel back under control.
One of those bullets from that semi-auto must have struck it.
As Blackwater just about regains control, he draws his attention back to the Hummer, but it’s too late. The hostile now stands armed with an RPG, aimed directly at Blackwater.
“For the love of…”
He can see what’s about to happen, but he is too slow to react. A large hiss and a pop sound out from the RPG, and the rocket comes barreling towards him.
With all his strength, Blackwater pulls a hard-left on the steering wheel; the Ramcharger, hampered by the blown-out tyre, slides to the left. But the back end spins out, and the rocket clips the rear of Blackwater’s beloved vehicle, immediately breaking it in half.
The back end is immediately engulfed within a fireball, the front end is sent rolling over and over down the Boulevard, with Blackwater trapped inside.
It eventually grinds to a halt, leaving Blackwater upside down. He watches the convoy continue down the Boulevard as he begins to slip out of consciousness. The last thing he sees before passing out is the Hummer reversing back towards him.
The Previous Day
I think I’m falling in love.
I lay on our bed, watching April as she dries herself off after showering. She slips on a sexy, red nightdress and sits at the foot of the bed, as she begins to dry her hair.
“Can you believe that next week is your last match, baby?” she asks, as she looks into her mirror.
“One more to go, then my current contract with BPW is finished,” there is more on my mind.
“If I win, I’ll win $250,000, tax-free cash. That’s enough money for you and me to leave this place, start afresh life somewhere else”.
I’m not sure how she’ll respond to that. She stops drying her hair and stands up, walking over and perching on the bed next to me.
“But if you win, you’ll be the number one contender, right?” she asks.
“Yes, but I’m not sure if I even want to fight anymore. I’ve finally found what I’m looking for, I say let's take the money and split. Let’s go buy some land in Alaska or somewhere else remote and raise a couple of cubs,” I hope she doesn't think I’m coming on too strong, but she is the one.
She looks enthusiastic, but then a look of doubt creeps across her face.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I can’t go anywhere at the minute, because of Simon”.
“Who the fuck is Simon?!?”
She takes my hand, “He’s my brother”.
She then stands up and walks over to her chest of draws, removing a file. She returns to the bed and removes the elastic band keeping it closed, and passes it to me. I proceed to open it.
“Simon is a heroin addict, he has been for years. If I leave, then there will be no one to look out for him”.
I continue to look at the file, “So what’s this?”
“I wasn’t sure whether I should show you this, but this is a case I’ve been working on for a while now. There have been reports up and down the east coast that a new drug is being distributed”.
“Right, what’s new, there’s always a new drug?” I ask as I continue to look through the papers.
She frowns at me, “No this is different, the reported deaths from overdoses on this new drug is through the roof. It is said that it is extremely addictive, but then out of nowhere it causes unimaginable pain than death”.
I come across a photo of a man.
“It’s as if someone has chosen to play god, and kill off all the drug addicts,” she says with certainty.
“Eradicating the weak,” I reply, “Who is this?”
“I don’t have a name”, she replies, “But my source tells me that he is the brains behind all this and that he has the notorious biker gang, Mara Salvatrucha, enlisted to help distribute it”.
Her tone softens, I get the sense she is going to ask me something, “My source also tells me this stuff is arriving in Vegas… tomorrow!”
She begins to sob, “And if it does, I just know Simon will get his hands on it. He is lost, but he’s not unredeemable, he just needs help”.
She breaks down, I put my arms around her as she weeps into my chest. I stroke her wet hair.
“Leave it to me baby. I’ll do what I do best and I’ll protect these streets, I’ll make sure Simon stays away from this shit”.
I continue to hold her.
"I'll catch up with Church, see what he knows about this 'Mara Salvatrucha' gang," I kiss her on the head.
"I'll catch up with Church, see what he knows about this 'Mara Salvatrucha' gang," I kiss her on the head.
“And when I win that money, we’re going to get Simon the help he needs, I promise”.
She pulls back, her eyes full of love, she kisses me on the lips before she mutters “I love you,” under her breath.
Blackwater awakens, having been pulled from the wreckage, he finds himself tied up to a chair. He is slapped in the face as he continues to regain consciousness, a second slap angers him, his eyes are firmly on the aggressor.
“Yo, Homie," the bald, Hispanic biker says, standing over Blackwater.
“My boss, he doesn’t take too kindly to disruptions in his deliveries. And the commotion you caused tonight, it’s caused us to obtain some unfortunate financial costs, costs which you will be reimbursing us for”.
Blackwater spits at the man's feet, "Fuck you!"
“Fuck me?” he laughs hysterically, then slaps Blackwater with the stiffest blow yet, “FUCK YOU!”
“Adrian, we have her,” a voice says in the background.
The bald biker, Adrian, grabs a handful of Blackwater’s hair, pulling him in close.
“We know who you are, Lucas Arthur Blackwater. My boss is big into due diligence, we knew about you before we arrived, hence why we came armed with the heavy artillery”.
Blackwater stares at him with his one eye, if looks could kill, Blackwater would slit his throat.
“We also know about your foray with BPW, and the potential prize money you’ll be winning next week. You are going to go and win, and then compensate us with the prize money”.
Blackwater shakes his head, "No chance pal!"
Adrian smiles as he releases Blackwater, he walks to the door, “Thing is, we knew you’d say that. So we got ourselves an insurance policy. My boss is always prepared to go after one's family…”
He pulls in April, who is gagged, by her hair, “So I’ll say it once again, you're going to win that prize money for us, or I’ll be delivering poor April O’Toole to my boss, personally”.
Blackwater pulls violently at his restraints, as he can hear April’s muffled screams, but cannot break free. When it becomes apparent he has no other play here, he stops fighting and looks directly into her eyes in a sign of acceptance.
“Good, you're learning real quick,” Adrian passes off April to another member, and then walks over to Blackwater, patting him on the shoulder.
“It looks like MS-13 has now got its own Soldier of Fortune”.
