While traveling through the city, all of the city's riches seemed within grasp. Money, drugs, guns, people, cars, if you could dream it, it was achievable. Matching the traffic speed, Roger blended in with everyone else on the road. Although life was unpredictable, Roger could always count on trouble finding him. A black van pulled in front of him, slowing him down. The back door opened with multiple people brandishing weapons at him. A ramp slides out, dragging behind, lining up with the front of his bike. Another van of the same make and color had pulled alongside. The side door panel opened, and a man squatted, holding on to a handle, holding a submachine gun in the other while barking orders at Roger. He couldn't hear what they were saying with his helmet on. Only guessed by the carjacker's motions that they wanted him to ride his bike into the lead van. The motorcycle slammed on its brake, jerking, causing the assailants to hesitate on their brakes. With traffic moving fast, the cars behind also hit their brakes, causing a slight pile-up. Revving his engine, Roger quickly maneuvered his bike, speeding off. The carjackers were like a tribe of hunters desperate to catch their meal, trying desperately to catch their prize. They began shooting in all directions as the vans collided with one another, as well as curbs, small food vendors, and parked cars. Not caring who they hit, their focus was lasered on the bike. Passing a parked squad car along the way. Quickly throwing out their cup of coffee, they shifted into gear and sped off after them, leaving a trail of smoke in their wake. Turning on their sirens and lights, they made their way, catching up with the ne'er doers. With the noticeable cops chasing behind them, they also fired at them. Bullets whizzed past the vehicle, other bullets grazing the car, some directly hitting the car. The uniformed officers seemed to have gained an increase in their vigor. With a newfound morale, the officers were not going to take shit from no one and returned fire.
"Where's the rifle?!" Cop two asked,
"On the rack behind us, unlock the straps first! The magazines are clipped to the rack under the rifle!" Cop one replied.
Reaching into the back, he pulled out the rifle, quickly checking and racking the bolt. Opening the window, the cop leaned against the door and placed the barrel on the side mirror, getting a better position to fire back. Aiming down the ironsight, the cop began returning fire like a madman. Even though the weapon was set to semi-automatic, the cop was firing at a breakneck speed.
Seeing this as an opportune moment, Roger fired at the van, gaining ground on him. But with time wasted, Roger holstered his weapon and focused on the road instead. Zooming in between cars using the shoulder lanes, Roger used every ounce of the road to distance himself from the carjackers. Finally, an exit quickly came up after a mile or two of freeway. He waited patiently with everyone hot on his tail in the lane furthest from the exit. At the final second, Roger quickly swerves into the other lanes, cutting off the other cars, causing them to slam on their brakes and swerve with some cars spinning out. The carjacker, desperate to catch Roger, tried to follow but crashed into the vehicle beside it. Soon, a traffic jam formed on the freeway, blocking the way for the carjackers to follow.
Finally rid of the carjackers, he continued on. Turning onto a side street, he slowed down, scanning the street looking for something. Finally, he saw the familiar large sign in front of a diner that said the best burgers served in the lower first level of the city. Parking his bike, he looked around. Spotting a man sitting on a stoop, he walked over to him.
"Hey, you got iron on you?"
"Always. Why, what's up? You need something done."
"Wanna make a quick 5000 creds?"
"What you need, man."
"You know the auto shop on Santa Barbara Ave. ?"
"Yeah, you need something delivered or picked up?"
"Just take my bike there and tell them. Roger said to watch the bike for an undetermined time."
"Sounds easy, but it's a little suspect. What the catch?"
"Just had carjackers chasing me until I lost them. They might still be around, so you gotta watch yourself."
"Throw an extra three, and you got a deal. Also, imma need heavier firepower."
"Fine, just don't let anyone take it. And don't fuck around."
"Or what? Imma find out. Ya right, bro." the man said, laughing.
Roger shot him a menacing glance that slightly changed his face. The man immediately shut his mouth, gulping his saliva.
Walking in, only a young girl was sitting at the counter. Frantic with paranoia in her eyes, she reached in her jacket for what he assumed was her weapon. Not new to the game, Roger was ready for what might happen next.
When the girl realized he was not who she was expecting, she relaxed. And Roger removed his hand from under his hoodie. Walking down the back alley of the diner. Roger walked up to a small street vendor selling clothes.
"Hey Chu, got any new clothes today?" Roger asked in a friendly manner.
"This just arrived not too long ago. It's a special order for Mr. Roger. You must have wealthy friends if they give you this."
"Well, everything has its purpose," Roger replied while looking into the case.
"The usual price, Mr. Roger, plus an extra 20. I have a niece. She is very, very sick. Needs expensive meds to keep her nice and quiet." The vendor said, trying to be convincing,
"Sure, no problem. You always take care of me, so I got you. Just be upfront about it next time."
A chime went off on his watch. The message said two blocks south, three blocks west. Sake stand, BE THERE.
Shrugging his shoulders, he went on his way. At the end of the block, he heard shouting followed by a shotgun blast. Roger quickly turned around to see the short, old Asian man standing above a lifeless body. He looked over at Roger and gave two thumbs up while grinning from ear to ear.