Shadow Cop

Chapter 1

“Just my luck”

Alex found himself staring at his computer screen above his bed again. The sound of the Doors played for hours relentlessly as he tried to rest his head. The street of Metro Square were always lively. At nights it was rather common to hear a truck tire blow out or a random gunshot off through the street. A silent moment would be too much to ask for, but Alex was well used to it. Almost everybody was. Just outside the window there was a loud blaring siren from the fire department—it'd been the third he'd heard all night. His best guess was there was another fire, which meant there would be more bodies, and that just meant more work. It's never going to end!

“Break on through!” screamed a voice from the speakers. Alex looked dover at the clock sitting over his old dirty night stand. It was only thirty-eight minutes after five. After sighing he decided to just get up out of bed and forget the last hour of sleep. It would have never came anyways. He placed his feet down on the floor and felt some crumbled up paper beneath them. The whole floor was covered with empty bottles of soda, candy bar wrappers, and empty packets of ginseng—very common for people in his field. Alex worked in Metro West police department as an inspector either arresting people or examining corpses from murder cases. By this time he'd seen people killed in just about every way imaginable but he'd grown use to it. With a quick shuffle of his feet he moved all the trash aside before standing up to walk over to his PC. Next, he grabbed onto the mouse before pulling up a menu to shut the computer down. The second the music went out, he could hear faint gunshots coming from past his door.

“The hell?” said Alex rhetorically as he stepped over to the hallway. After getting out of his room he could hear the rapid explosions a little more clearly.

“You fucking cock!” a voice from down the hall screamed. It was Zeek, his roommate. Nearly every morning Alex found himself in this same situation—always walking through the hallway and into the living room to more gunshots.

“Zeek.” muttered Alex after rubbing his eyes. It didn't work. Zeek was playing some new first person shooter he'd bought last week.

“You fucking dick head, you fucking prick, I'm death, and it's your time next,” Zeek screamed into the headset while rushing his character into combat. “you can't beat this!”

“Enough, turn it down.”

“Oh! Check this shit out!” Zeek continued playing without any clue of being watched. The line had been drawn, so Alex grabbed onto a stack of playing cards off the dresser behind him. The edges had a nice sharp texture, but the cards themselves had sweat stains from beer mugs and what not—they lived in a cheap apartment. Alex began to shuffle them before pulling his arm back and slinging the whole deck into the back of Zeek's head. The force made him drop the controller and start cursing. Cards had spilled all over the sofa and onto the floor where more trash lurked.

“Oh come on man!” Zeek shouted before seeing his player die in the game.

“I'm death, I'm unstoppable, and I gotta be at work in three hours!” Alex yelled into his ear.

“Sorry man, I get too into it! Thanks for killing my winning streak. I just made thirty kills back to back and you came in here and fucked it up!”

“This is an apartment man, you can't be this loud! If we get evicted your gonna get real closely acquainted to the streets. You can have a fifteen story mansion if you want—fifteen boxes stacked up next to the dumpster. The ladies will love it.” Zeek shrugged and went back to playing. Alex then walked over to the TV and turned it off.

“Bull shit, I was playing that!”

“Zeek, we need to talk,” Alex stated before slamming his foot down. “you can't be loud anymore. It's been like this non stop for the past year! Second off, it's great your going to college but for the past two months you've been having your parents pay your end of the rent. They won't take care of you forever and personally I think it's bull shit I have to work everyday and come home to this messy ass house while your in here playing the retard box.”

“Well,” Zeek muttered before looking down at the floor. “I almost got a job at the video store down the street!

“The one I told you to apply for?” Alex asked with a little grin

“Yeah dude!”

“And how did it go?” Zeek went silent before nodding his head. It took him a few seconds to gather the words.

“I failed.” Zeek spoke finally.

“How did you fail the interview? I thought you were smart?”

“Oh no, I was the man for the job, I just failed my drug test man.”

Alex's eyes went wide, “You failed your drug test?”

“Yeah, I was ready to piss in a cup and everything, then they did a swab test and I failed. It's pretty funny actually,” Alex grabbed a stack of newspapers off floor before slinging them into Zeek's face. Next he stormed off to the kitchen while Zeek quickly dropped the controller on the floor. “hey Alex, wait up!” Alex reached up into the cupboard and grabbed a huge can of coffee from out of it. Once he opened it up, he paused in shock upon seeing a little plastic bag sticking out from under the grounds. Zeek ran into the kitchen and froze after seeing his roommate pull a bag of weed from out of the can. Alex examined the brownish-green texture of the drug before taking a big whiff of the side. He then turned to Zeek before holding it up. Now there was silence. Another siren blared in the window just before either of them could speak.

“Is this yours?” Alex asked.

“Man...” replied Zeek before shrugging.

“When you asked your parents for the rent money I guess this is why they called me up to ask why the bills had gone up, was it?”

“They actually called you? That sucks dude, I'm sorry.” Zeek spoke out.

“Are you fucking mad? I am an inspector with the Metro West police department. I know you smoke this shit, but what did I tell you about bringing it to the house?”

“I wasn't smoking any of it here, I...”

“That's not the point! You weren't smoking it here, but you brought it here! I went to college for over six years and paid almost a hundred grand from my own pocket to get there. Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I got caught with this in my house? Mine or not, I still take the fall for it because it's my house! Do you realize that?”

“Yeah, I know, but I didn't think you'd find it.”

“You hid it in the coffee grounds. The same coffee I drink every morning,” Alex said before throwing the can of grounds along with the pot into the trash can. “Zeek, you're my best friend. I just thought I'd let you know that because things will change. If you don't quit smoking this shit, get a job, or have this whole place clean before I get home I can find a new roommate. I make enough money to pay this place off, so if I kicked you out I'll still have money in my pocket when rent comes around.” Alex said finally before walking up to him and patting him on the shoulder. Zeek was silent. He only nodded his head before stepping aside to let Alex pass.

“Where should I go? No place is hiring right now.” said Zeek again.

“That's your problem. I've got a job and I need to be getting there. If you buy me a nice cup of coffee I'll take you out to get a job.”

“Wait, but it's not even six yet, where can we go?”

“Well,” Alex said before shaking his head. “then I guess I can't give you a ride.”

“You know I've really been trying to get one!” Zeek exclaimed as Alex made his way to the bathroom.

“I sure hope so. Remember the Armed Forces are always hiring!” Alex shouted back. Zeek peeked his head around the corner to make sure he was gone before turning back to the trash can. He knelt down beside it and pulled out the big can of coffee. Once again he checked around him before grabbing the bag of weed and placing it in his pocket.

“I paid money for this!” Zeek whispered to himself.

…..............................

Vince drove the car slowly down the road in his old Coronet to avoid any attention from the authorities. Doing thirty was was annoying enough but at the moment he was heated—a dead girl in the trunk. She wasn't old at all, maybe thirteen, fourteen—another victim. The car came to a slow rolling stop at the intersection down the road. Seeing nobody around made Vince rush past the sign. He quickly spun the wheel to the right with his index finger with barely any force at all. The car quickly turned around the curve before the wheels became aligned again. It was still early morning. Almost a quarter before five. It was a little chilly outside this time of day, but it worked in his favor. After getting into the clear he brought the car to a stop and took off his seat belt. The car door swung open, greeting his ears with a loud ring. The small bridge was polluted with nothing but assorted trash. It was impossible to go anywhere in this city without seeing litter. Vince turned back to the car and pulled on the lever to open his trunk. The harsh thud from the hinges on the butt end of the vehicle seemed like it was piercing his ears. In reality it was barely audible, but Vince had been awake all night on a coke binge. Already he was starting to feel edgy. He searched the area again—nothing. He then stepped towards the trunk of the car. What's that squishing sound? I'm too loud! Each footstep sounded almost like a shot from a cannon. He was losing it already. I'm stalling! Vince opened up the trunk and froze in awe at the young girl in the backseat.

“You're so pretty.” he muttered as a tear came out of his eye. With all his might he lifted her out of the trunk before propping her body up on his shoulder. For good measure he peered at every street corner before sighing once more. After getting to the railing he tossed the corpse overboard and into the river. The splash rang out. A chill then crept down his spine as he hurried back towards the drivers seat. Before getting in his heart jumped as he realized the hood was still wide open. Unprofessional! Vince slammed the hood shut before getting back into the Coronet to make his getaway. Within seconds he made it across the bridge before turning right into the yonder.

….................

Sergeant Miller tossed the large bag of garbage into the dumpster. There was a loud clank from where a plethora of beer bottles were struck by the huge sack. A very foul scent greeted his nostrils and made him almost want to vomit. He stepped away and then rushed towards his squad car where his partner was waiting.

“Hey man, you wanna?” Officer Carpenter asked after pulling a small joint out of his front pocket.

“Wait until we get off. Once Inspector Schuman gets in I'll be relieved.” Officer Miller replied.

“What?” Officer Carpenter laughed. He then stuck his torso out the window and lit up. His lungs burnt with a sweet sensation he came to love. Officer Miller quickly ignored his words he'd previously delivered and rushed over to get a nice hit of the stash.

“Sticky,” Sergeant Miller said as he picked up his radio. He exhaled before letting out a horrible cough. “Uh, this Sergeant Miller, we have a 420 in progress. I'm gonna check it out.”

“Oh shit!” Officer Carpenter gasped. He tried to contain his laughter.

“Roger that.” a voice said back. Officer Carpenter exploded with laughter and took the joint back to get a hit.

“Hey man, we still gotta bust somebody before we get back.”

“It'll be OK,” said Sergeant Miller as he walked around the car. “this is Metro Square! Everybody does drugs.” He grabbed onto the handle and gave it a small tug. The car door came open smoothly before stopping in place. He slid into the drivers seat and shuffled around for his seat belt. After he put it on he started the ignition.

“I think you should take the interstate to Metro South.” Officer Carpenter said after putting the burning ember out on his tongue.

“We need to be a little more chill. The government's passed a lot of laws lately,” he replied as he put the car in reverse. “They're going to cut our budget even more. We need to really step it up real soon. We're lucky the new cheap dashboard cameras don't record inside the car, but they do out front. I've heard that they're going to eliminate the police department's numbers. Metro Square's stepping up against crime and they're going to have cameras at every angle of this city.”

“Whatever, they can't do that!” Officer Carpenter said back with some anger as he cracked open a beer.

“Don't think so? It's 2011. Wake up man, it's the future already. You ever read 1984?” Sergeant Miller pulled out from the alley and into the road before putting his lights on and giving his car some gas.

“There isn't going to be some Big Brother. You know something James, I think it's all this dope making you paranoid. First your saying Alex has to relieve you and now your turning all paranoid. First off nigga, Alex ain't your relief. You don't even gotta speak to him.” Officer Carpenter replied.

“I just fucking hate him! He's usually up in my face and he's got a nose like nobody else. I've been on the force longer than him and I'm not even at his level yet.” Sergeant Miller said with complete hatred.

“I personally don't believe how long you've been at a job matters what your rank is. Besides that, Officer Schuman went to law school, graduated third best at the academy, and does more work than us. You should be happy. You get paid a little less than him for doing a job that does way less than him. We've got it made. All we do is get high all day and drive around. It gets dangerous sometimes, but you shouldn't be a hero.”

“Whatever, I hate this shit. I want to do something more interesting.” Sergeant Miller said before rolling down his window to slouch his arm out.

“So then go to school and shut the fuck up.” Officer Carpenter snapped back.

“I'd hit you, but that'd be a hate crime.”

“Whatever, I ain't speakin' to you no more you racist motha fucka.”

…............

Alex leaned his head over the sink as he dried his hair. The water dripped onto the porcelain and into the drain. He stood before staring at a small family portrait—before his mom had gone overseas. His mind then went blank as he began to think back. The first thing to come to his head was back as a child while his dad was still alive. It was like yesterday.

“Kamiru, there was something you wanted to tell us.” His father said quickly. He found himself back in his old house at the dinner table. A memory very fond. He'd never forget it.

“I'm going to Africa tomorrow. They want us to help quarantine and get rid of this weird virus. It's something deadlier than small pox and AIDS.” said Kamiru after she wiped her mouth. She could speak English fairly well, but her Korean accent was very apparent.

“That doesn't sound good at all. What is it?” Paul asked before stabbing into a piece of chicken.

“Ebola hemorrhagic fever. It's almost unstoppable—thousands are dying from it.”

“You're not going to die are you?” Alex asked quickly.

“No, I'm going to be alright, but I just don't know when I'm coming back. This could take any where from a few weeks to a year,” Kamiru said finally before turning to her son. “Alex.”

“Alex!” Zeek shouted. The memory was gone again. Zeek was just outside the bathroom door knocking. Zeek knocked on the door again and shouted, “Alex!”

“Yeah?” Alex replied after wiping his face.

“Hurry out, they found another dead girl on the news! It's going to be on after commercials!” Alex heard his footsteps start to carry away towards the living room again. Another girl. This case had already turned into more than just some weirdo's fun, no, it was something more sinister. He quickly slipped into his uniform before grabbing the tie from off the shower rack. Outside in the living room Zeek had already managed to clean up most of the trash from off the floor. Once aware that Alex was near he turned the TV up. Alex scanned the room quickly after stepping onto the carpet floor. It looked a lot better than what it was an hour ago. His attention soon gathered to the box in the middle of the entertainment center. On the screen there were a few cop cars, amongst one of them were Sergeant Miller and Officer Carpenter's.

“This is a first live look at the Metro South pier where the fourth girl was discovered today. The name will not be given until the family has been notified. Authorities say that she was thirteen years old. If you've been following this story, and for those now just tuning in, the fourth girl has been discovered. The killer is still at large and unknown.” the reporter continued.

“More work. I guess this means I gotta go in early today.” Alex said while making his way for his over shirt.

“Hard to believe there are people out there who like killing children.” Zeek said after sweeping a few newspapers aside.

“Just another case of some twisted pedophile out there. Just worry about getting that job and be glad you were born with balls—this dude doesn't like them obviously.” Alex slipped his arms through the over shirt before buttoning it up. He then checked his wallet to make sure his star was still inside. Homicide investigation was never fun, or pretty for that matter.

…..................

“Where's Vinnie?” Tony asked as he peeked through the opening. They were all inside of a small warehouse filled to the brim with illegal firearms and other imports.

“He just said he was going to drop some girl off by the river, it can't take this long. Hell, I could kill and stash away ten people in just half an hour!” Carlito shouted after glancing over the products.

“Why the hell do we even deal with him. That dude's fucking crazy, there's no way I'm working with him again,” Carlito lifted his UMP towards the front door and slammed it shut. Tony stepped away from him before pulling out his gun too. “I was checking for Vinnie.”

“Forget about him. I hope he gets caught. Well, no I can't say that.” said Carlito with some doubt.

“If it weren't for the fact he was paying me so much I'd put a bullet in between that sick fuck's eyes. I'm amazed he hasn't killed his old lady yet.”

“By old lady, don't you mean young lady?” Carlito corrected him.

“He's dating a girl who's a whopping fifteen years old,” Tony said with a disgusted voice. “I can't even believe she fell for him.” Carlito cracked open the front door again and poked his head through.

“It's still clear. If that asshole doesn't get here in ten minutes I'm out!” The two closed the door once more before spreading out to cover the windows. The faint sound of an engine quickly became audible. Tony's heart raced. He quickly hopped up onto a crate before looking outside to see Vince's Coronet with two black Jaguar's behind it. The vehicles looked much more sleek than the old busted up Coronet. As much money ads Vince pulled in within a week it made everybody wonder why he drives such an old car.

“He's here.” Tony said before jumping off the stack of crates. When he hit the hard concrete floor he let out a gasp of pain before rolling across the ground. Carlito watched him rise to his feet before waving the gun at him.

“Was that really necessary?” asked Carlito.

“Do you have any ideas how many people I've killed like this? Fucking millions!” tony snapped backed with his Cuban accent.

“Well instead of rolling around on the floor, you should get up there behind some of those crates and cover me in case something goes down. The boss may be getting us into some shit.”

….

“Gentlemen, welcome to my warehouse!” Vince exclaimed as he spread his arms. The group of armed men in front of him gave it a little glance before walking towards him.

“Come Vinnie, where have you got the shit?” asked Vlad once he stared into his gleaming eyes.

“We'll get to that,” Vince said before glancing at the group of men behind him. He looked at one man in the back who he'd never so much as glanced at in his life. “who's this?” Vlad stared back at the man and then turned towards Vince once more.

“He's a new recruit. Don't mind him. Your business is with me. Where is it?”

“Very well, come this way.” Vince turned to the warehouse and quickly ran towards it with the group behind him. Carlito backed away from the front door and held his gun up towards it. He heard the lock come loose, alarming him.

“What's the password?” Carlito asked.

“Don't give me that shit Charlie, let me in.” Vince shouted back. Carlito pulled on the handle and opened the barge for the men.

“Is it here?” Vlad asked. Tony lifted up his M4 and took sight onto Vlad's head. He'd recognized him before, so he diverted his attention towards the men with him. He personally hated Vlad because he happened to have the worst choice of men. The group had dispersed to go look at all the open crates.

“Do you like?” Vince asked. Vlad looked at a crate and then pulled out the first rifle he could see—the GSG311. He then held it up and aimed at a small glass bottle at the end of warehouse.

“Is this gun equipped with a silencer?” replied Vlad.

“No, it's not. This is a German Sniper Rifle, not Russian..”

“True,” Vlad lowered the gun and then turned to Vince. “I should have known that. Now what is it that you wanted from me?”

“Tonight there will be a barge coming in from Israel that has a statue that I've been looking for.” Vince said as he rubbed his hands together.

“A statue?” Vince laughed before turning to his men. “Did you hear that? All these guns and drugs to steal a statue!”

“I'll gladly give you the tools to do it, but I need the man power. If I had about seven of your men along with my boys we could walk all over that port.” Tony watched the two talk before seeing one of Vlad's men over by a crate of drugs with his camera phone. The man took a photo of the crate before walking off to another set of crates where some explosives were. Tony then stepped away form the box before trekking around to intercept the spy. Vlad brought a cop into our warehouse. The man stared into the next crate to see an RPG along with a few grenade launchers tucked under it. He lifted up a grenade and snapped a quick picture before putting the phone away. He turned back to Vlad before smiling.

“Looks like some heavy shit!” the man shouted to his boss. Vlad smiled back before holding out his hand to shake Vince's.

“Sounds like a good deal.” Vlad replied.

“I thought so.” stated Vince once more. Just as the man in the back took a step forward he froze. Against his back was the barrel of an assault rifle. He then lifted his hands before feeling something squeeze onto his neck.

“Thought you could sneak past me you little prick, huh?” asked Tony as he escorted him to Vince.

“What's going on?” Vince asked.

“Found a cop! I can't believe you fucking idiots brought a cop in!” Tony screamed.

“What? I'm no fool! How do you know he's a cop anyways?” Vlad asked with some anger. Tony pushed the cop forwards before sling the but of the rifle into his neck. The man fell flat on his face before going silent. He'd failed. Tony then searched into his pocket before feeling a cold metal shield.

“The smoking gun!” he shouted after pulling out a badge. Vlad went cold before turning back to Vince and lifting his hands.

“I did not know! He came to me, I thought he was really a wise guy!” Vlad cried in fear.

“Shut up!” Vince screamed before turning to the cop and swinging his foot towards him. The steel toes on his boots broke the cop's nose instantly, making him let out a ghastly cry of pain.

“Are there more of them watching us?” Tony asked before kicking him in the ribs. The cop cried once more before curling up and shielding his bloody face. Vince kicked him once more in the back before grabbing onto his hair.

“Did you really think you'd capture me? I'm Vince Horne, I run this city.” Vince said after slamming the officer's face into the cold pavement a few times.

“I'm not being watched, I'm alone! You can torture me if you want, but it wont get you anywhere!” the cop snapped back once he got to his knees. Carlito stepped over to him before swinging the heel of his right foot into the man's chest. Vlad stepped back and gave the signal for the rest of his men to get heated.

“We're not going to torture you; but that would be nice! I've always wanted to eat a cop though.” Vince said as he aimed his desert eagle at the man's face.

“You wont last, Vinnie.” the cop said finally. Vince pulled the trigger. There was a loud explosion that shot through the very ends of the port. The back of the cop's head was blown wide open, greeting the ground behind him with a storm of blood and brain. His face went blank just as he fell back down on his face again. Vince had been stained with a few drops, but he only wiped them off before getting a nice taste. Once he lowered his gun he only raised it up to Vlad's face before locking the hammer back into place.

“Are you a cop too?” asked Vince.

“No, I'm not! Vince, we've been doing business for ten years you fucking twit! Get that gun out of my face!” Vlad shouted back. All of his men quickly raised their guns to Vince while Tony and Carlito raised their guns back to Vlad's men.

“Hey Vinnie, you need to calm down a bit!” exclaimed Tony.

“I'm not going to jail for anybody! Tell your men to put their guns down.” Vince proposed after gulping. If the two group had begun shooting at each other, it would have been clear that Vince and his men would lose, but at least Vlad would be dead. Three men didn't comes as good odds compared to Vladimir's six.

“Vincent, listen to me now. I am not a cop. What just happened could've happened to you. These men here have been under my wing for three years. They are not cops, but they'll gun you down just like cops if you don't get that gun out of my face.” Vlad said finally.

“I'm not dropping it until you do. Tell them to put their guns down Vlad!” Vince screamed again. The hairs on Carlito's neck began to raise up again. I”m gonna fucking die, we all are! It kept going through his head along with the scenario. He could see it—Vince would fire the first shot and hopefully get another man before dying. His brother Tony could probably manage to shoot the last two, and maybe he could get the rest. He'd only have to hope that he doesn't sustain enough fire. It's quite possible that maybe he could make it out. No, it didn't work. It was a matter of luck because once he'd noticed, two men were already aiming for him. The odds were heavily in Vlad's favor, not his own.

“You better put those guns down. I'll drop mine if you do too. Does that sound good?” asked Carlito.

“Only if you do!” the first man shouted back.

“Nobody's doing a god damned thing!” added Vince with some gruffness to his voice. Tony was starting to shake a little, but he was calmed instantly after noticing two of the men pointing guns at him were already shaking too.

“Are we going to put the guns down, or just kill each other? We can stand like this all day if we have to, but you know there may be some cops on the way. We just greased one.” said Carlito. His heart was pounding. Every second felt like a lifetime. One of the men pointing at Tony turned his sights towards Vince—giving him a chance.

“What's it going to be Vinnie?” Vlad asked finally. Vince slowly started to lower his gun. Soon all of Vlad's men began to do the same while tony and Carlito hesitated.

“I think it would be best if we all cleared out of here.” replied Vince as he paced backwards. All of Vlad's men had finally lowered their guns. Vince quickly lifted his desert Eagle and pulled the trigger. The first round left the barrel and struck Vladimir directly in his right shoulder. It then ripped straight through before decapitating one of his men behind him. Tony and Carlito followed in and swept their guns back and forth while unloading every single bullet in their magazine. Blood had splattered all over the floor as each of Vlad's men fell. None of them were expecting such. The burst continued. Each of the men had finally emptied all of their clips before examining all seven of the deceased men. The gore was all over by now. With each of the men drenched in bloody and bullet holes, Vince only became more cautious. He could see Vlad's hand twitching, so he then reloaded his clip before putting another round into his head.

“Holy shit!” Carlito exclaimed after getting a nice fresh breath of air.

“I always knew he was small time. We need to get this whole place cleaned up. Tony, get these bodies and help me dump them. Tony, you check the area and make sure there are no cops. It's not going to be any fun doing this job tonight.” said Vince and he started to drag the cop's dead body towards the rest.

“Wait, wait, wait! Do you have any idea what you just did?” Tony asked. Vince looked back at him with a blank look on his face.

“Oh man, I really wasn't thinking. Why the hell did you start shooting anyways Vince? We just capped a Russian mob boss!” Carlito shouted once he realized his mistake.

“Yes, and he was a fucking prick! Do you all wanna argue about it or do you want me to grease you both off right now?” asked Vince after he dropped Vlad's corpse to the ground.

“Vinnie, just chill out for a second! Right now we may have a dead cop, a few dead Russian mobsters, and their crime lord. We need to get all of this shit out of here. If the cops find this, we're all going to jail. If the Russians find out we killed their boss they're going to raise hell,” Carlito said as he kicked the cops face again. “it's going to be war in the streets! Don Cipriani's going to have a fucking cow when he here's this!”

“Then you know what we gotta do? We're all going to keep our big mouths shut, stash these bodies away, and pretend this didn't happen. If the Russians want to go to war with me then we'll go to war. You and your boss don't have shit to worry about as long as you keep your mouthes shut. Do you got me?” Vince asked as he waved his gun at the two. Both just nodded before taking a look at all of the dead bodies.

“We're still going to need a getaway car. So one of these cars has to go with us.” Carlito added.

“I really don't think we can fit seven bodies in the trunk of that coronet. Really I think we could probably fit four in there if we really tried.” said Tony as he observed the vehicles outside.

“I have an idea, we can probably fit them all in two cars.” Vince said before grabbing onto Vlad's hair and dragging him off.

“Just how are we going to do that?” Carlito asked quickly.

“Did you ever see Sin City?” replied Vince.