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Death of a Gangster 4 |
| Written by Cory | |
| Friday, 14 March 2008 | |
Police officers where the biggest enemy to Carl Jones as a young kid. He always wanted what Jason Jones, his cousin had. Jason and his buddies ran a huge drug ring, and had always been big in prostitution. Carl remembered being there, selling dimes for them, and making small money, a few hundred dollars a week, enough to keep a 13 year old happy. His mother always told him to stay away, and on the night that Jason’s friend Tomas had killed a crack fiend before being killed by the state troopers, he learned it. Jason’s operations ceased to exist and Jason moved. Now it was Carl’s turn to be the cop. Stationed as head of the Special Operations and Investigations, Carl was getting ready to lead a bust on a small house, or rather a small city. The town of Popsis help about 11,000; and Carl’s small army would have to fight almost every one of them to get to the lead of the operation. A man called the Mark. It was the night of the attack and Carl was looking over the small city. The mayor was highly connected with the mark, although he never met him. City police would try to defeat the 35 men of SOI, but Carl was convinced the well trained 35 could take the city on. They where armed well and had armored vehicles. Carl ran through the two suspects he had reveled to his team. Adrian Stotts was one of them. He was a man originally from California and had moved all the way to the east for no apparent reason. He had been seen very often at the house, and could be the Mark, but Carl thought that he couldn’t be because he was being to obvious of his actions. The second was one that most where convinced to be the Mark, and that was the mayor. Carl, though, had one other thought that made sense to him, but surely was impossible. He left his thoughts alone and went to sleep. He knew it would be a very rough and no doubt bloody day, and he needed to rest. The day of the raid came, and the team loaded up into 7 cars and three vans. They drove through town and got as far as they could until a common citizen pulled out an illegal M4 and began shooting at the vehicles. He was soon shot and the vehicles took base right there. Carl noticed that they had gotten extremely close and was half a mile away from the house. He needed to get there. He began to order his men to advance that way when ever a slew of city police cars from the city, and two surrounding cities came in. Carl’s men where stationed everywhere and he saw the nervousness on their faces. Carl had no feelings. He felt like he was made of steel and had one thing on his mind. Getting to that house. He was against the side of one of the vans and was shooting. He picked off three or four cops, and about 20 minutes later the fighting ceased. He called in his men, and began setting up the a route. They where going through the park and where going to snipe guards from the small house, then charge in for the arrest. It would take a lot of sniping though, for Carl figured that there would be at least 15 guards. He had 10 men down with injuries or death, but Carl ordered the troops off anyway. The men always trusted Carl because he wouldn’t send the men somewhere he wouldn’t go and often went with them. He led the way and when they got to the snipe point, he began the order to shoot. Their where only ten guards, and the location of the shots through them off, and all where picked off. They rushed the house and Carl recognized some of the faces briefly, most from jail or drug charges he thought. Carl led into the kitchen seeing millions of dollars in drugs, and money laying everywhere. Carl shot a man in the living room, and he fell down dead as a doornail. He led into the bedroom where he saw a man from the past. His cousin Jason Jones. Jason recognized Carl immediately, but didn’t lower the gun he had. “ Carl shut that door and keep them outta it.” Jason said. Carl nodded at his team and shut the door. “ Its over Jason. The Mark’s reign is done, and someone has to be at blame. I could pin this on the mayor easy, or Adrian Stotts.” He said. “ Carl I wanted out for a while but the Mark wont let me. I can take you to him if you will clean my record, and help me get into the Trooper Academy. Please Man” he said still lowering the gun. Carl thought of this was a set-up, but he agreed. Jason opened the window and the slid out and walked to a storm-cellar. It was worth more than the drugs in the house. It was one of the biggest meth operations that Carl ever seen, when he saw the Mark. Tony Sugar. Reverand Tony Sugar, a preacher from California. The Reverand was placed under arrest, and soon the town of Popis was cleaned of criminal activity. Carl looked at Jason and saw that the gangster was dead, and a new stronger man had emerged. Copyright 2008 Cory |
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