"This isn't good" I muttered to myself, "Now think Patrick... wait... cameras?"I thought out loud. Taking the risk, I ignored the direction of the car and checked for any possible cameras Polka could be monitoring me with. "Nothing, that means I can do this".
I climbed into the driver's seat, pushed it back and begun rewiring as fast as I could.
That apparently didn't take so long, it was a bit too easy infact, like they're just messing with me. regardless, I wound down the windows, I was already running out of oxygen so the air was much needed.
Suddenly I heard loud rumble that got even louder coming from behind me. I held on to the shaky steering that was still very much effective and snuck a peek at my side view mirror. At that exact moment I spotted the huge power bike in the glass, it got shattered by a bullet.
"Do these creeps think this is some kind of game, tch, they're so dead". I patted myself in search for my hand gun, bullets came flying from the back, perforating my windscreen.
I swerved the car to the right, a much darker area of the city that the car wouldn't exactly be seeable...but neither would Banks. He has to be the one, the outfit matches the description.
I heard the rumble of the power bike get even louder and the faint sound of bullets hitting the ground.
Mindless shooting in tight spaces could get us both killed. Then again, Banks is known to be suicidal.
I sped forward, with only the faint glow of the moonlight to light up my way.
This wasn't the best route to follow, it's way too narrow. I'm sure because something whizzed past my cheek and left a hole on each window. I touch the spot that stung and my fingers came back stained red. shit. More bullets rained down like a fucking tsunami.
I floored the gas pedal. hard.
I glided through the road so fast, I could barely see. But, I made it out. I jumped out of the car the moment I got off the narrow road, the car sped forward and exploded before my eyes.
Bastards.
I took a moment to sit and catch my breath. So much for my ambush, they've had me completely outside my safe zone. I took out my phone and dailled one of my boys.
"Hello?"
"Get a car out East of the restaurant, bring a squad or two, I have Banks"
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"Hello? if this is prank call kid I'll murder you, you have 30seconds to say something"
"what da- this is Patrick Rusoe you dumb idiot! get me a car and men now!"
"You're idea of a prank call needs work, there's nothing funny about silence"
He fucking hung up on me.
I took deep breaths and tried to reason, it's possible my phone was tampered with, or reception here is awful courtesy of polka...else... I'll murder that bastard... hmmm.
Staying still, I could make out the faint sounds of chains and foot steps. I spun around and had my gun point to point with Banks... only Banks was visibly shorter and slender... almost... feminine! wait...
Banks fired straight into my gun and let go just in time, He kicked me in square in the face sending me stumbling into an electricity pole. I've had enough of this!
My eyes stung from the kick, still, I lunged at him, sending punch after punch to his head and kneeing him in the stomach, yet he got in one lethal uppercut just under my chin. The pain was excruciating. Seizing the opportunity presented with my disstabilized state, he landed a few punches to the chest and jaw.
The metallic taste filled my mouth, my vision blurred for a bit... enough time for Banks to swing a punch at me, I dodged and used my left arm to hit his throat, hard. He fell over gasping for breath, holding his neck while I stumbled back and tried to focusing on my breathing without choking on my own blood.
I sighed and opened my eyes, everything was clearer now...but Banks was gone. I looked around and saw a gun laying casually on the ground in front of me... I've had it with their twisted generosity. "Bloody thing probably shoots backwards"I mumbled and looked around.
I took it anyway.
Just barely, I was able to make out the faint outline of a figure heading north of my location. it's already quite dark. I followed regardless, cocking the gun and tailing the quickly disappearing figure down the empty street. I crouched down beside a dumpster and aimed at the neck of my target.
Goodbye Banks, it's been fun...not.
I pulled the trigger.