A Day in the Life

[silvado]

Author's note: This isn't really political...or a war story... Just takes place in the capitol of Silvado. The story is about the crime in my country. Feel free to comment here as well.

A Day In The Life... [/i][/u]

Everything was black, but I could smell the sharp scent gun powder and hear unrecognizable voices chatting as foot steps crush broken glass. I can’t remember anything. It’s all a blur and I still haven’t come to my senses, now my eyes are open and I gaze around a blurry environment lit up by a flickering light. Two black shadows are snooping around wherever I am. Suddenly I feel an intense pain in my abdomen… I feel warm blood too. I still can’t remember what had happened. I groan at my hopelessness.

“Hey John… This guy is still alive…” One shadow says and things get clearer. These ‘shadows’ are police officers. Then everything comes back to me. The shoot out in my apartment with mobsters, the illegal weapons on my kitchen table, the car chase down main street, stealing from the Santiago Bank, the roof top chase and what started this all… the mysterious man I only knew as Ezrah.

“So sir…” The other officer says as he walks to me and crouches down next to me, “Looks like you have quite a story to tell us once you get patched up.”
He’s damn right I have a story to tell…

[silvado]

Chapter 1:
A Beginning of an End

The sun reached through my blinds and into my room as I woke up on a quite routine Monday morning. My bedroom is rather open and three walls are blank white without pictures. The fourth wall is a large window, overlooking Peace Park. I slowly get up and take time to stretch before slipping on a pair of jeans and a navy blue polo shirt. I stumble down my hallway to the main room and turn on the TV to check the traffic report before moving to the kitchen for a quick breakfast.

"The S-40 Freeway is backed up by Mainstreet and 4th Street. There is an Accident on Montego Avenue, which has caused small issues for commuters. Other than that traffic is relatively low for today. Its about a thirty minute commute for people coming from the North Suburbs and a twenty minute from Reagan's Point and the other West suburbs." The traffic reporter announces as I drink a glass of orange juice. Nothing so far has obstructed my way to 9th Avenue. I'll need to leave in ten minutes in order to get to work on time.

My job is rather boring and I have begun a few side jobs to keep my life somewhat exciting. By weekdays 9 A.M to 4 P.M I am a contract lawyer. Not the most exciting job, but it pays for my black Silvadian Motors Stingray sports car. However, the fun starts at night. I am either playing guitar downtown, smuggling weapons, or stealing things.

I got into the criminal world the other week. After playing a show at a local tavern a man approached me, introducing himself as Ezrah. He complimented my musical skill and then asked if he could meet me at his apartment another day for a chance at making good money. Confused, yet curious I accepted. The next day he called me and I went to an apartment four blocks away from my home. Once there he showed me a box with two MP5s and three AK-47s. If I didn't accept, he'd be force to drug me and dump me somewhere far, or worse. But I accepted, being a contract lawyer was just too dull. I began my work as a smuggler that day.

I finish a breakfast of oatmeal and head towards my closet. I get into a light canvas coat that I got from an army surplus store, then head towards the elevator. I have an appointment regarding a business contract at noon, then I have a weapons deal to arrange at Peace Park around 4:15...

[silvado]

Chapter 1 Continued:

I walk to my car once I get out of my building. The Silvadian Sting Ray is a sleek, elegant car. The exterior looks like a Chrysler 300C, but my Sting Ray's interior matches that of an Audi. The car hums to life as I start the ignition and I cruise towards 2nd Street. There is a bustle in the back seat and a man in a black trench coat appears.

"Good morning, Mr. Gwensto." Ezrah says, "You aren't going to work today, you're taking a sick day."

"What?" I ask in disbelief, "I need this day. I have a contract appointment. Plus I need to call twenty four hours before!"

"Vasili, calm down." Ezrah mutters, "I took car of that. Drive to the old warehouse on Silvado Drive. We have a job to do."

The drive is quiet after that. I work my way down the city blocks and enter the Industrial Sector on the South End of Winter Hollow. The warehouse is huge, two C-17s can fit in there with room for a few fighter jets. Ezrah steps out of the car as soon as I park, and I slowly follow. As we approach I notice that there are other men stepping out of cars throughout the parking lot. Once in the warehouse, I count a dozen heads besides Ezrah and me. Among that dozen, I see four mobsters who have been on the news before...

"Gentleman..." Ezrah says and jumps onto a table, "Welcome. Look around and meet your fellow accomplices. We are now going to plan out history...We will rob Santiago Bank in exactly one month." The idea was obsurd... Santiago Bank was the most secure bank in Silvan Silvado... Only three people were crazy enough to attempt this before and each one of them died, before seeing any cash. The entrance of the bank had metal detectors, cameras, armed guards, and the windows were made of bullet proof glass. Once you got to the tellers, you had four cameras watching you every second you spent there, your transaction was recorded by computers. The system was flawless.

"If you are in, stay. If you aren't the please leave the grounds..." Ezrah said with a smile. No one walked away. Ezrah had some kind of charisma to him that few did. He'd make a wonderful politician or a good salesman.

"There will be a update to the secruity system then. The camera's will go offline for exactly a half hour. We will go in via vents on the roof to the vaults. From there, a man in the lobbly will pull the fire alarm, giving the others access through a back entrance..." Ezrah began," We will train in this building for the vents and what not..."

No one knew how this simple plan would spiral out of control...

[silvado]

Chapter Two:
The Execution

So every day after work I would drive to this warehouse and train with the team. There was John of Republicas Gloria, a pretty good sharp shooter, and he was always straight foreward. Just by listening you knew exactly what he was thinking. He would stay on the roof and cover our backs. There was the Aegyptan, Karthik, he was a lock pick. I was impressed, he was able to recreate a vault door within a week and according to an inside man, the replica was pretty close to the real thing. Karthik always carried a bag of tools with him, each little tool would get him through anydoor. He oftened referred to the bag as the "Key to the IN". The Mobsters were Silvanese. Few know it, but no mobster is more brutal than a Silvanese one. One of them, Red "Mads" Willams was a creep. Never smiled and always had shades over his eyes, with a cigarette resting between his lips. His outfit was always the same-Spotless black suit with off yellow tie, and a black fedora. I happened to see him one day in an alley beating some poor bastard. Mads had a lead pipe and was just casually beating the guy up...He is sick... The next Mobster is Toni Galdera. Toni is a friendly guy with bad Bi Polar. He has two 9mm pistols on him at all times and I spoke to him about firearms for a long time. Infact he managed to get an RPG and keeps in the back of his car. The other two I don't know there names, but they were both in a double homicide at a casino downtown. Just shot the people in the middle of Slate Street...

The Mobsters were gonna go in through the back. I was to escort Karthik to the vault with John.
Ezrah was gonna pull the alarm. We got a set built to simulate the place and we had our timing down pretty well. We only had two days left by the time we were ready.

The night before we were altogether at the warehouse. We had a bottle of whiskey and drank to good luck. A card game started and we were all getting along great. Even Mads was having a good time, though he still didn't smile. Ezrah pulled me away from the group and told me he didn't trust the others and that if anything goes wrong I should take the money and flee the city to Riverland, where Ezrah had a safe house.

I was walking from my car to my apartment, due to bad parking it was a four block walk. My area is like the majority of the city. The areas around the downtown are made up off several buildings that have been built close together, jumping across is easy. I have done it alot. Anyways, while I was walking I realized someone was following me, so I took a detour, walking through alleys and going out of my way to lose whoever was trailing me. They wouldn't go. They wore a beige trenchcoat with a matching hat, stood about 6 feet.

"Ezrah, that you?" The stalker said, "I gotta speak to yous about sometin'"

Before I could turn and respond, a gun shot rang out. The window next to me shattered.
"Shit, Im not Ezrah!" I shouted and desperately climbed a fire escape.

"Don't give me that shit." The man yelled, "You ripped me off, I got the mob after me, since I don't have that money!" He fired more shots at me, the bullets striking the brick of the building and the steel of the fire escape. He was out of his mind. And worse was he was following me, still.

[Archaix]

This is good stuff Silvado. May want to spellcheck in the future, but good stuff nontheless.

[silvado]

Some of the stuff is spelled wrong on purpose.

[Northern Australis]

nice story reminds of the movie HEAT

[silvado]

Chapter Two Cont'd:

Once I climbed to the roof, I quickly ran the opposite direction of my building. I dodged vents and air ducts as I darted across to the edge of the roof. Once I got to the edge I leaped to the next building. As I was leaping, I heard the zips of bullets whizzing by my head. That guy was still behind me. As I jumped to the third building there was a moment of silence. The guy was either reloading or I lost him... Suddenly the quietness was shattered by a loud, deep thud. The rifle shot ripped through a vent and killed the stalker instantly. The rifle had to be at least a 50 caliber...

"You ok man?" I heard and the Repulicas sharpshooter came out from behind an airduct, "I noticed this guy hanging around the warehouse and followed him...Sure enough I had the right feeling about him. Listen we gotta talk."

I nodded and sat down against a vent, panting heavily. I remembered to thank the man and I looked at him.
"What about?" I managed to say in between breaths.

"Ezrah...I think he is a fake... You know he might be selling us out to the mob. We'll continue with his plan, but should things get funky I'll get your back if you get mine and we'll take the money for ourselves... Sound good?" John explained.

"Well you just get down to the point..."I coughed and laughed a little as the night breeze cooled me down, "Shit...This is one hell of a mess. Listen... I'll agree with you, but Ezrah is a trustworthy guy. I've worked with him for a while now. Nothing bad will happen."

He nodded, "We'll see. I gotta go, see you later." He walked off and took his rifle apart calmly.