The Streets - Tai Goodman (online e reader TXT) 📗

his knuckles. "Alright then. CUNT. Come on over here, let's teach you "Getting Your Ass Kicked 101'!" Benjamin insulted him. 

 

 Efrain watched Benjamin, while afraid, back into a fire extinguisher case. Efrain, with his boxcutter, darted over to Tyrone, only to be hit in the head by a fire extinguisher. He fell unconscious and heard, "Wow. It was... *That* easy."

Then a few following footsteps, then a bunch of weaponry. "WAIT! Don't shoot him! That's not a punishment for some lunatic murderer like this one. I'm gonna take his ass to the junkyard, get him squished like mashed potatoes." Two hands grabbed his feet, and he was dragged off.

 

Damion: "That's the full story of what happened in the Mafia Headquarters. It was violent but ended in an unexpected conclusion. Efrain did however survive, shown in the bit of footage before this piece, and then it continued onto the other day."

Chapter 10: Broken Bones

 Mafia Headquarters

 

"Alright, all of you, line up!" Benjamin ordered. Once the population of mobsters were organized, Benjamin said, "Guess what your old man did?...

 

 

THAT'S RIGHT!

 

WE KILLED THAT RAT THAT WAS KILLING ALL OUR MEN! Knocked his ass out, crushed to death in a car compactor! So that's why... IT'S TIME TO CELEBRATE! Grab a plate, grab some alcohol, have a good time! And tomorrow, we take over this city!"

Everybody cheered, and walked over to a table containing plates of food. Cheese plates, sandwiches, steak, all kinds of foodstuffs were laid out on a velvet tablecloth. Men in suits gathered around, taking plates.

Several choices of alcoholic beverages were served: Rum, Moonshine, Beer, Vodka, Scotch, Wine, Gwinnet Pilsner. It was a feast that wouldn't last long. 

 

Damion: "Benjamin Tyrone wasn't celebrating jack-squat. Well... I guess he was. He was celebrating his own demise that would arrive shortly, delivered by Efrain D'Myers. They all thought he was dead. He wasn't."

 

BAXTER'S PAWN SHOP

 

Efrain busted into Baxter's store and said, "Shut up and listen. Give me every gun, every weapon, every piece, every handcannon that you have. Legal or not. Here's what I'll give you in trade-"

He laid a duffle bag of money-stacks on the counter. Baxter took out a sample of the bag, holding it in his greedy hands. "Hmm... Alrighty. What's the occasion?" 

 

"I'm gonna kill somebody."

 

"Now we're talking!"

Baxter dumped out all of the cash, and starting filling the bag with guns. "Take some ammo with you. Guns are useless without that stuff, right?"

 

"You're useless if you don't shut up and fill the damn bag." Baxter filled the top of the bag with boxes of ammunition. "You're set. Go get that son of a bitch." Efrain left the store. Then he came back in and said, "Hey.. Baxter?"

 

"Yeah?"

 

Efrain pulled out his own pistol and as he aimed it at Baxter's head.

 

"Nothing personal."

 

Efrain left the store and cleaned off the bottoms of his shoes. 

 

MAFIA HEADQUARTERS
AFTER THE PARTY

 

"You know something I believe in? I believe in control. That's something Detroit needs. That's what makes it an easy target for us, because it's filled to the goddamned brim with weak people that have guns. And they can't shoot worth shit. Right?" Benjamin Tyrone asked.

 

"Yessir," Tyrone's new assistant, Jeffrey, replied while scared. 

 

"Well, if another 'blood situation' happens again, we need it under control. That can't happen again, I also got clipped by that asshole. Nearly got out." 

 

"Alright, you can count on me to ensure that."

 

"Great... Because if you don't... You'll end up like Paul." A blood stain was directly under the man's seat. "Um... who?"  

"You're sitting over his remains."

 

Jeffrey looked underneath the chair and noticed the stain. "Oh... Alright then." 

 

THE URBAN PUB

DETROIT, MICHIGAN

 

Efrain tapped the bar counter. "Gimme a New York Sunlight." The bartender nodded as he received the dollar bill from Efrain's hand. He looked around at the crowd of consumers in the bar. Then the bartender placed a small glass of a yellow, orange, and red alcohol. "Here you go." Efrain nodded and drank the entire glass. 

 

LATER...

 

Efrain climbed to the top of the building, across from the Mafia Headquarters that Tyrone operated out of. "Alright... Let's see what you had.." He unzipped the duffle bag and pulled out a revolver pistol. Then a compensated Glock. Then an assault rifle. "Huh." Efrain's eye aligned with the ironsight on the handle of the M16 rifle. His eye caught onto a stock poking out of the back. He laid the assault rifle against the ridge of the roof. "What is this..."

 

He pulled out an entire military-grade sniper rifle, with a silencer on the end, and attached to it was a thermal scope. "Sweet!"

Efrain extended the bipod on the barrel, and rested the barrel on the ridge. He could see the heat signatures of Tyrone's men. "I can't tell who's who."

 

He switched off the thermal vision, and looked around. After a few minutes, he spotted Tyrone through the scope. On the second floor, he was talking to his mob. "There you are..."

Chapter 11: The Heat

 Brenton: "That white-trash motherf- I mean, Tyrone.. He almost died that time, AGAIN. But he could actually see it coming." 

 

MAFIA HEADQUARTERS

 

Tyrone walked over to the mobster on the second floor, and said, "Hey, Jeffrey. Was the robbery successful?" 

 

*PAUSE*

 

Damion: "This brings us the heist in the Detroit Public Bank... Tyrone sent four of his men to go rob every nook and cranny, and it was made successful. No casualties were suffered, and the alarm wasn't set off either. It went so clean. 6 hours subsequent to the heist... Hold on- Let me get out my research...

 

Ah, here it says, 'Police arrived and found 24 hostages tied up and left there, cable-tied.' So the feds came, and then they freed the civilians in the bank. SO Tyrone got easy, greasy dough." 

 

*UNPAUSE*

 

"Yep. It sure was, boss. Everybody came back safe and sound," Paul retorted to Benjamin. "Great." Then a red beam of light shined all over the carpet, squiggling around. "What the hell is that?" 

 

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of another building..

 

Efrain was swatting a wasp. "Damn son of a bitch!" 

He eventually clasped it in his hands, squishing the wasp, but also stinging himself in the process. "GAH!" Efrain whipped the wasp out of his hand and looked back through the scope. Tyrone was gone from his recent location. "Aww.. SHIT! MOVE!"

Efrain traveled halfway down the fire-escape on the side of the building and rested the rifle on the balcony. He spotted Tyrone. "Stand still you son of a bitch!"

 

Efrain shot a bullet, and hit a mobster in his head. He cocked the rifle back. "C'mon!" 

Tyrone was heading downstairs. A few mobsters followed behind him. "Alright, all of you listen to me! He's got a sniper-rifle. But it's pretty easy to tell if he's gonna shoot you, the dumbass has some type of laser-pointer." 

 

A bullet flew by Tyrone's head. "Just like that." The men arrived at the bottom floor. The laser sight aimed at a fire extinguisher on the wall. Once all of Tyrone's men passed it, Efrain fired and caused an explosion. Tyrone flew across the room and into a pillar. "AGH-" 

 

Efrain then watched a police helicopter hover over the building. "Oh boy, you're in for some serious pain!" Efrain screamed at it. The chopper pilot announced to Efrain, "This is the police! Drop your weapon off the side of the building, and get on your knees with you hands behind your head!"

 

Efrain shook his head and turned on the thermal scope to see through the dark glass of the chopper. "Smile for the camera." He fired a shot the pilot in the top half of his chest. "Boom." The pilot was thrown out of the helicopter, then the co-pilot stepped into his place. "YOU'RE GOING DOWN, SHITBAG!"

 

He held a pistol while he piloted the helicopter. A bullet hit the side of the building's ridge. "Really?" Efrain headshotted the co-pilot and the helicopter was sent down, circling towards the rooftop. "Oh GOD!" Efrain snatched his rifle, then his bag of weapons, and threw both over to the other rooftop behind him. And right when the helicopter crashed into the rooftop, Efrain leaped to the other rooftop, getting to safety.

 

Damion: "Tyrone easily evaded his own assassination when (from a security camera outside) Efrain was swatting something, moving the laser around repeatedly. The REAL mistake was not knowing that the sniper rifle had a laser pointer on it."

Chapter 12: In Pieces

 Tyrone awakened and looked around. The headquarters was on fire from the explosion that occured. A helicopter blade was wedged between the entrance of the building. "A-anybody? Anybody still here?" His vision was all distorted. Then a red beam shined near him. Once he realized what it was, he scurried behind the pillar he was in front of. 

 

"JEFFREY? WHERE ARE YOU?" 

He looked to the left and saw a flaming and sharpened floor plank impaled through Jeffrey's chest. "Boss... Help me off of this thing.." The laser moved over to Jeffrey's head. "Shit, JEFFREY NO!"

POW! 

One gunshot hit Jeffrey's temple in his head, killing him instantly. "Gotta find a way outta here..." Efrain then noticed the laser sight on his gun. "OH-WHAT? Goddamn laser pointer piece of shit!" Efrain tore it off of the barrel of the gun, and this gave the signal to Tyrone to start moving. He limped into the back rooms. Efrain fired another shot and missed. "FUCK!"

 

"You might as well stop, boy! You can't shoot for shit!" Benjamin screamed out at Efrain. 

"Well you can't lead an army of crackers worth shit!" Efrain retaliated back, verbally. 

 

Tyrone slammed the door shut and latched the door shut as he moved through the room. "Oh no, you're not getting away!" Efrain crouched underneath the helicopter blade stuck in the front doors. While avoiding the flames of the carpeting, Efrain continued to move through the building unscathed. "Gotta... Get outta here.." From down the alley, a laser sight was