Crossfire

Jim Brody, vigilante is being haunted by Alistari McKenzie a rich criminal running a criminal cartel.

Brody drank from the bottle of scotch, he snored amphetamines and lit a cigarette. He loaded his Glocks. He put them in his hip holsters, in the shoulder holsters he kept his Uzi’s. He put on his boots with steel tips, wore his long coat and put on his grenade belt. Sergei, his weapon dealer let live in exchange for free goods. The ammunitions and loaders he put inside his many pockets. He jumped on his black motorcycle and patrolled the streets. In a back alley he heard screaming. He stopped his motorbike and stepped towards the sound, Glocks in hand. Two soft more students were raping a teenage girl, Brody pulled them of her. ‘You looking for trouble one said pulling a knife. Brody shot him in his groin. The other tried to escaped but he got a bullet in the head. ‘Are you okay.’ he asked
‘Yes, please, don’t kill me.’
‘I am here to protect you and take you home.’ Brody said friendly.

‘Okay I live on Grinder street 12. Hop on the motorcycle behind me. He accelerated and brought the girl home. ‘Think about this: it  wasn’t your fault, those b******s were. Try to forget it and have a good life.’ the Vigilante said

 

He continued his patrol and saw some criminals loading in people’s possessions. He stepped of and draw his guns. He shot a thief after he put something in the trunk. ‘Hey, Stan, were are you, you lazy b*****d their a lot more of things to…’

‘The guy saw me. I shot him in the head. Inside I freed the bound people, you can get everything out of their  car, it’s in front of the door.’

‘And the criminals?’

‘Dead.’

‘You are the Vigilante, hé?’

‘Yes.’

‘There should be more of you.’ the man said grateful

 

Suddenly a wave of bullets hit the Vigilante. He accelerated, but couldn’t escape the bullets. He noticed a helicopter above him, a man was opening fire in him with a turret. He pulled a Uzi and shoot at  him. The man was protected behind a steel shield, only the top of his head came out. He put the Uzi back and drove like hell to reach the tunnel. He went in , he pulled a grenade, drove out of the tunnel and threw the explosive. It ended up in the chopper, the man looked back and tried to grab it. An explosion, the chopper flew in to pieces.

Brody drove further. His motor refused to drive further; he saw the fuel tank was hit. ‘S**t, said, then he saw two more choppers coming for him. He ran the tunnel in and pulled his Uzi’s, a sports car appeared he aimed for the windows, the man stepped out afraid.’ face to the wall on your knees. I only borrow your ride, tomorrow you can pick it up on the parking of the Mac Donald’s.’

He accelerated and drove like hell. It was a Maserati, with a lot of horsepower. The choppers, didn’t come for him. He drove to a weapon depot of him and took a missile launcher and 4 ground to air missiles. ‘ He saw the chopper still hovered over the tunnel. He drove the tunnel in, stepped out and took the missile launcher. He fired a missile on one chopper, he tried to evade but went down in pieces. Brody loaded another missile and looked for the second chopper, it was behind him and started his crossfire. Brody was hit in his Kevlar vest. He fought of the pain and unconsciousness. He shot his missile. The other chopper went down.

The gunner managed to survive. Brody put a gun at his face. ‘Who sent you?’

‘I am saying nothing.’

‘I hoped you’d say that.’

‘He kicked his boots in his face and stomped in his groin.’

‘Alistair Mc Kenzy.’

‘The name doesn’t ring a bell.’

‘He is new, and wants to deal in weapons, drugs and women. But before that he said you  had to be taken out of commission.’

‘And where do I found the wanker?’

‘Top apartment in the Palm trees apartment building, the penthouse.

 

Brody stopped at the  gate of the building, he checked his weapons and then entered. In the lobby 4 armed goons stood up. He hit them with his Uzi. They all went down. He entered the lift. The penthouse was at the 30^th floor. He had his Uzi’s at the ready and  stormed in when the doors opened.

‘The Vigilante, finally we meet.’ a man said  ‘you want a drink?’

‘No, I want to know why you sent those choppers after me.’

‘Well, for crime to flourish you have to pull out the weed. Weed is you.’

Alistair drank his scotch. ‘I make you a deal, you get me to kill If you succeed in killing my bodyguard.’

‘Bring it.’

A giant appeared, muscled, bald and looking mean, he had tattoos over his body. Brody let him hit him first. His head ringed. Al right, he had to take out this guy quickly. He hit him with a high kick under the chin. His jaw broke, he connected with a spinning kick launching the giant into a Ming vase. ‘Mind the antiquities.’ Alistair said

Brody kept kicking the giant in the face and groin, it took him a quarter of an hour to get him down finally.

‘But how?’

‘Steel tips in my boots. It works like a jack hammer to the head.’

He pulled his gun , Alistair shot through the coach. The Kevlar vest took the brunt. Brody went down for a minute or two but first he threw a tracer onto the jacket of a fleeing Alistair.

Alistair was gone. He chased him to the lobby, he saw him jumping in a cab. The cliché was turned, now a car followed a cab instead the other way around.

‘Faster, I’ll pay you a lot of cash if you do.’

‘Listen, buddy I don’t risk my license…’

He felt the gun in  his neck, hit the gas.’

Brody kept up with the cab, the benefits of a sports car.

Alistair said:’ turn left, he phoned someone. He drove though the next lane, before Brody appeared a truck blocking his way.

 

This isn’t over, Alistair.’ growled Brody

He checked the tracker. ‘The target stopped at a house in front of Memorial Lane.’

He drove to the place. Kicked in the door and threw a grenade three men got blown up. He heard noise at the second floor, he jumped up the stairs and saw a room with the window right open, he looked and saw Alistair trying to escape in his white costume. His perfectly combed hair was a mess. Brody took a Glock and aimed, he shot. Alistair fell down of the roof, hit in the head.

Brody took a look, the body lay on the floor.

‘Peekaboo.’ somebody after him said ‘having a double comes in handy.’

It was Alistair, having a double comes in handy, drop the gun. Brody aimed at his head. ‘Looks like none of us are going to pull a checkmate.’ Alistair said Brody had taken  a grenade when he heard Alistair say peekaboo. He held it after his arm, he dropped it and jumped out of the window, the room exploded, he jumped the window below him and then the on the street, he went the house back in and saw Alistair come from the stairs, he took his Uzi’s and shot 180 bullets in him.

 

Back at home Brody took a long shower. He put on his civvies and watched the news. Philanthropist Alistair McKenzie died to night at the hands of the Vigilante. Police however uncovered that McKenzie ran a criminal cartel. Still they aren’t happy with having a vigilante.

‘Why do you resent the Vigilante, he solves a lot of crimes.’

‘He is a killer, just because he kills crooks doesn’t make this psychopath a saint; we can’t take the law in our own hand.’

 

However, he knew place where they welcomed vigilantes. Texas, he ordered a ticket right away online.

The next day he flew in first class with a glass of champagne to Texas.

 

He stepped to the police office and asked what he had to do to become a vigilante?

‘Nothing, with the ‘Stand your ground’ law you have every right to shoot a criminal.’ said the police officer

‘Thank you, sir.’

‘Have a good one.’

Jim decided to stay in Houston.

Brody went to the weapon store an loaded up, he wouldn’t be using grenades anymore, but bullets and guns he would have enough.

He put the weapons in hip and shoulder holsters and went to his hotel. With the loot he had captured from Alistair’s bank account he was rich enough not to have to go looking for a job no more and he could concentrate on his main task, killing criminals. He drank some scotch and went for a sleep. The exercise of the chase and the jetlag was taking his toll. His amphetamines wore off.