How about a new chapter. As coincidences go, with the V screenshots, this seems fitting.Chapter Seventeen - Whack-A-Mole
“So how do you feel, Niko?” Rami asked from the passenger seat.
Niko, from behind the wheel, shot a quick glance to his partner. “Fine, why?”
“About this target.”
“Ah. I don’t really feel anything. I’ve killed before.”
“But someone close to you?”
“I’ve killed people close to me before too.”
“You know you’re a lot more cold-blooded than you like to make out, Niko.” Rami smiled as he said it. He wasn’t all
“I have no feelings toward her.” The Serbian shook his head. “You know what happened.”
“Yeah. Once you’d tracked the mole down, I felt it necessary to do some research. Surprised she worked here for so long but didn’t interact with us.” Niko had done something similar when he’d begun to work with Rami. He found that there was very little information available.
“Well he was smart wasn’t he? He hired us artfully anyway. Makes sense to keep us separate.” Niko shook his head. “I would probably have shot her.”
“Ever shoot a woman Niko?” Rami said mockingly.
“How secure are we?” Michael asked. Karen was packing some papers into a duffel bag.
“Well I don’t think they know where we’re hiding. They would have killed us by now if that was the case.”
“But if they’re on to us it’s going to make operating here difficult.”
“For me at least. The strange thing is that while they know me, and you, and even Johnny – ”
“Well he’s not hard to miss is he? If he didn’t have the tattoos he could grow his hair and look different…”
Karen ignored the comment. “While they know us, for some reason they never figured out who Luis is. They just assumed that he was a hoodlum… That’s quite a big oversight really, one I'm amazed about.”
“Yeah. If this was a film, you’d be asking questions of the writers.”
“This isn’t a film, Michael.”
“Alright. If we’re safe here, why are we moving out?”
“Sooner or later they will find us. I need to figure out what his next step is. There’s something else – you don’t store that amount of weapons and bring an arms dealer onboard if you’re not planning something big.”
“Don’t forget the prisoners.”
“Yeah. I can’t for the life of me work out how they’re involved.”
“Well you know my thoughts on that.”
“Yeah, but think about it – it’s the same guy. It’s all got to be connected.”
“So you’re putting all of this together in case you’ve got to run?”
Karen sighed then sat on a chair. “I'm scared, Michael. You don’t know these guys, but one of them knows me. We… dated. Only it was my job to keep an eye on him. Things didn’t go right. I genuinely cared for him, and I think he liked me. I swear if he wasn’t as smart as he is, he would have shot me then and there.”
“Which one are we talking about?”
“The Serbian guy. It’s how he was employed by my old boss.”
“Why didn’t you both leave?”
“We couldn’t. Our boss kind of blackmailed us to work for him, but he did let us go in the end.”
“Again, why stay?”
“Why not? I didn’t have anything else. No chance he’d talk to me – we saw each other a few times since but neither were pleasant. Our boss wisely decided to keep us separated. My friend – as young as the friendship was – was engaged to his cousin - they’re married now – so no chance I had in seeing her again. She never returned my calls. I was alone in this city, what else could I do?”
Karen stood, one of her hands coming to her brow. “Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. I'm not a bad person, Michael, I didn’t sign up to betray people.”
“I get that – he gave you no choice.”
“Yeah but once I was let go, I realized that it was just the way it had to be. I voluntarily returned and after that it was more respectful. We always recruited people like him – criminals that we could control like that.”
“I'm starting to see a pattern with your agency.”
“Yeah, we’re not noble, but we do an important job. After a while the criminals tend to wise up to it, and we can’t control them as easily. That’s when we release them.”
“And entrap someone else.”
“Basically, yeah. All of the people after us are those that came back. Especially Niko and Rami, they’re very, very dangerous. They can do almost any job silently. If we wanted to we could have sent those two to eliminate half of the city and no one would know until it was done. But when things go to hell, they’re just as dangerous. They are very, very good shots.”
“But they’re not bad men?”
“They’re no heroes, Michael. None of us are. This city doesn’t have any heroes. But they are bad men. Perhaps good deep down, but they’re… you mentioned films – they’re the antihero.”
“So you think because you have history with one of them…”
“I don’t think he will hesitate.” Karen waved the papers as she put them in the bag. “Somewhere we have something that can turn the tides. Something to do with you – he wants you dead because you’re a threat to him. At least that’s what I think.”
“But apart from what I said….”
“I think that’s enough. If this went to trial, he wouldn’t have a hope in hell…”
“There it is.” Rami said from behind the wheel. “Last time, Niko. You sure you’re down with this.”
Niko, holding his Desert Eagle, moved the slide forward. Rami noted the futile gesture but didn’t follow it up. Niko was nervous. Perhaps, Rami told himself, mindful of Niko’s past, he was entertaining the notion of revenge. After all, it was revenge that ultimately led their employer to the Serbian, wasn’t it?
“Let’s do this.” Niko said, needlessly.
Rami nodded and reached for the door handle. Niko was out first, stepping onto the sidewalk. He wore a black zip-up turtleneck pullover, not fully zipped up. He wore grey cargo pants, the pockets of which held a few extra magazines of ammo.
“I think we should split.” Niko said. “One of us takes the back, the other the front.”
“What floor are they on?”
“So there’s two points of entry. One’s the front door, the other’s the fire escape. You take the front and I the back, we’ll both meet in the stairwell.”
“Alright, One of us takes the fire escape, the other the door then.”
“Fair enough. Which one do you want?”
“I’ll take the door.”
“We might have a little problem.” Michael said, looking out of the window. Below he could see Niko and Rami walking toward the building. Karen managed to get nothing more than a glance. She acted immediately, following a plan she’d thought up weeks ago. She grabbed the bag, stuffing the remaining few papers into it. Too late for the other stuff but it was all useless. She slapped Michael on the back. “Follow me.”
Michael followed as she headed out of the apartment. She closed the door behind them, resisting the urge to slam it, forcing herself to calm down. They darted across the hall where she used a key to open the door. Michael ducked in and she closed it with a sigh. Michael realized she had a gun in hand, and it looked hugely out of place there.
“You actually know what to do with that?” He asked.
“Shh!” She turned to watch through the peephole, her voice becoming a whisper. “Keep quiet and do exactly what I say.” She reached for her phone.
Niko reached the top of the steps and turned, seeing the door ahead of him. So many times had he done this, but today was different. Today was not a terror target. Today the target was a traitor, or so he was told. Revenge did come in to his mind, but it was a notion that he’d abandoned years ago. He harbored no ill feelings toward her now, at least that’s what he told himself.
The door beckoned and, for a moment, Niko had doubts.
Karen’s heart skipped a beat as the man filled her vision. She saw his profile for a moment before he turned to the door.
“Niko…” She whispered, almost breathlessly.
Niko took a deep breath before kicking the door open. He moved in, his gun up. Almost instantly Rami crashed through the window from the fire escape. Both men shared a look. Niko, having established the lead, pointed Rami to the room closest to the window, while he headed to his immediate left and into what turned out to be a bedroom.
Karen watched as Niko moved into the apartment. The second Niko disappeared into the apartment she opened the door and ushered Michael out. They rushed down the stairs.
Niko returned to the main apartment two seconds before Rami.
“They’re not here.” Rami said. Niko swore. “Don’t sweat it, Niko, we’ll find her.”
“Think it’s worth trying her old apartment?”
“Not really. We’ll check it out but she would have probably moved.”
Niko holstered his weapon and moved to the window. He looked out, muttering another Serbian profanity. Rami was already searching for ‘clues’.
Suddenly Niko swore again.
“Alright Niko, I get it, you’re frustrated.”
“No,” Niko said. “They’re outside.”
Rami stood and moved to the window. “sh*t, that’s them.”
Niko turned and ran out of the apartment. Rami climbed out of the window and took a position on the balcony. With considerably more composure than his Balkan partner, he drew his gun and took aim.
Niko reached the street and saw the two get into a waiting car. He couldn’t see the driver. Rami had his gun out but a gun was fired, causing Rami to take cover. Niko took cover also. The gunfire was coming from the front passenger seat of the car. Neither Rami nor Niko saw who was firing. The car screeched off, and Niko made a beeline for his car. Rami wasn’t far behind.
Niko started the engine and, the second Rami got in, merged with the traffic.
“What the hell’s going on?!” Johnny demanded, reloading his pistol.
“What do you think?!” Michael shouted back. Luis, behind the wheel, told both men to shut up.
Karen looked out of the rear window. “They’re still with us!”
“What do we do?” Johnny asked.
“Right now you shoot. Luis keep driving – go to the airport.”
“What about them?”
“Well they’re running.” Rami noted.
“You don’t say.” Niko said, trying to keep up with them. “She’s a better driver than I thought.”
“It’s not her. She’s got help.”
Right on cue the man in the passenger seat ahead of them fired. Bullets ding
ed against the bodywork of their car and Niko swerved to make them a harder target to hit.
“Any time you want to shoot back is fine.” Niko said.
Rami nodded and drew his gun. “Try not to crash, Niko.” They words, usually jovial prods, held more tension now.
Their car hit an uneven part of the road, causing a severe jolt as a shot came from behind. Johnny collapsed in his seat as the first shot missed his head by mere centimeters. “F*ck me that man’s a good shot.” If it hadn’t been for the bump in the road, he’d be dead.
“You need to tell me where we’re going.” Luis called out.
“Airport.” Karen said, her voice wavering. Hadn’t she already told him that?
“Ok, but you won’t even get to the terminal.”
“You think so? You think they’re going to shoot us in the middle of the airport? They
won’t even get back to their car.”
“They did it before.” Johnny added.
“Alright.” Karen conceded. “So what do you suggest.”
“Pull a fast one!” Luis called out as he jerked at the steering wheel.
“Alright smart-ass.” Johnny replied. “Got any suggestions?”
“Actually, yeah, bro.”
“Where do you suppose they’re headed?” Rami asked.
“I don’t know!” Niko shouted back before regaining his composure. “Out of town maybe?”
“Train or plane?”
“I don’t know. This guy’s a good driver, so I'm concentrating on that. Maybe you should take out their tires!”
Rami leant out of the window, timing it so that the lead car’s shooter was reloading.
Luis felt the car go. At first it titled to the left slightly then the grip went. The car began to turn, and Luis tried to correct it. As is common with such incidents, the driver over corrected. The car span out.
Niko had barely stopped the car when Rami jumped out. His gun was up.
“Johnny!” Michael shouted as his brother jumped out of the car. Rami fired but the biker had ducked behind the car.
“This aint my style,” The Israeli shouted out, “but whatever, I’ve got a bullet for everyone!”
Johnny jumped over the car, shooting as he did so. Rami recoiled but found no cover. The biker’s shots weren’t accurate. Once he was close enough, Johnny tackled Rami.
Luis was out of the car now, as was Niko. They exchanged gunfire. Karen led Michael out of the car, going for immediate cover.
“Rami!” Niko called. “They’re making a break for it!”
“Little busy here, Niko!” Rami kicked Johnny off of him. “Ready to die, friend?”
Niko saw Karen running off. Again he shouted to Rami.
“What?!” The Israeli snapped back before seeing the fleeing targets. He turned to Johnny. “You’re lucky.”
Johnny let out a sigh of relief as Rami ran off. It only lasted a second though. He realized that not only was the man running after his brother, but Luis could do with some help and he knew of just the thing.
Karen and Michael had reached the El train. She waited anxiously for it to pull into the station.
“Good timing.” Michael said, trying to regain his breath.
“Not good enough.” Karen said, seeing Rami at the bottom of the steps. “Come on.” She guided Michael along the platform, putting as much distance between herself and Rami as she could.
Rami saw the train stop and ran up the steps. Upon reaching the top he began to scan the crowds. At the end he saw the pair. He tried to run but the crowd forbade that. Instead he had to push his way through, ignoring the annoyed vocal snaps he got in return.
Niko and Luis, both taking cover, had reached a stalemate.
“Give it up, bro!” Luis called out.
“I’ve got all day friend!” Niko replied. Luis was shooting more aggressively, whereas Niko was shooting only enough to keep the man held back. “Let’s see who has more ammo!”
Johnny reached the train station and, with his vision darkening from exhaustion, began to climb the steps.
Rami reached the pair and grabbed the man, his gun out. A Chinese man turned and immediately his face dropped into that of terror.
“sh*t!” Rami rasped. He turned and saw Karen. Their eyes met for a second. The Israeli clicked his jaw and pulled his gun up. He was about to fire when line of sight was broken by a man in a baseball jersey. “Dammit!”
Johnny saw the man running toward the train. He saw Karen too, scrambling away from the door.
“f*ck you!” Johnny screamed, his gun up.
Rami heard the chime of the bullet as it hit the train first. The gunshot was an afterthought. Then came the screams. People began to run. Most dropped to the ground. Johnny fired again.
“sh*t!” Rami breathed, ducking as more bullets missed him. He looked up and saw Karen’s face in the window. The doors began to shut.
Rami turned to see the shooter – Klebitz! He brought his gun up and fired.
Johnny felt his leg go. He knew it wasn’t serious but it hurt like hell. He tried to return fire from his now prone position, but still missed. He took a breath and focused.
Dumb luck, Rami told himself. His shoulder was thrown back, but it didn’t hurt that much. A lucky shot, but it was enough. He recovered and ran toward Johnny, his gun up.
Johnny was no idiot. He saw the danger, and he fled in a limped run, ignoring the pain in his leg.
Niko felt his phone ring. He picked it up. “I'm a little busy now Rami!”
“Get to the airport!” Rami’s voice was hurried, and people were screaming in the background. “They’ve got on a train, heading to the airport, they’ve got to be. I'm going to try to head them off at the station, see if they get out there.”
The call ended.
“Sorry man!” Niko called out, shooting from his cover. He stood and, still shooting, began to run. “I’ve got to go!”
The shots kept Luis down long enough for Niko to get away. He swore at himself, then just stood there. Moments later four choppers turned up, Remnant MC members on them.
“Too late.” He told them.
Rami actually reached the station as the train was making its approach. He was impressed by that feat, but offered it no more thought. He ran to the platform and watched as the train exchanged passengers with the station. The targets did not step off. He also didn’t want to risk getting on in case they stepped off and he’d lose them. He’d simply follow the train. Besides, he was sure they were heading for the airport.
Niko was doing something he didn’t do often in his job. His mission was usually to operate covertly. He’d drive within the laws of the road. He’d blend with the traffic, and do the same on foot. When hunting his targets he moved swiftly but with deadly efficiency.
Now though, his foot was pressed firmly down. The car moved with the forward momentum of a mustang. Niko felt the surge of acceleration after every corner. He weaved in and out of the traffic, squeezing every last horsepower the engine had to offer. He had to mount the sidewalk on occasion too, but courteously laid on the horn. He was thankful no one ignored the warning.
Karen was feeling less comfortable. Unlike Niko and Rami, she was not in her element. Her job had originally been to passively gather information on Persons Of Interest, then, once she’d accepted the job after being released, her main role was to offer informational support. In essence, she sat behind a computer screen. Now she was on a busy train with the two most dangerous men she’d ever met trying to kill her. She looked at Michael, hoping he wouldn’t see her helplessness and fear.
“Last stop.” Rami said, reaching the top of the steps and standing aside. The train stopped and, as expected, the targets did not disembark. The second the doors closed fully he began to move.
Niko pulled over in the pickup area and stepped out of his car. He entered the airport and immediately looked for a good spot to wait. He’d use the brief delay to work out what to do next.
“What the f*ck do we do now, bro?!” Luis was looking around – he didn’t know what for, but right now he’d take anything.
“Get to the airport? I bet that’s where they’re headed.”
“But how do they know she’s going to the airport?”
Johnny shrugged already moving in search for a car. “I don’t know – a guess? Makes sense though doesn’t it?”
Luis sighed and ran into the street. He’d spotted a Dukes approaching and while it was no Infernus, the beefy engine would get them moving.
“I’ll drive bro!” Luis shouted, stepping in front of the car and pulling his gun out. Unsurprisingly, the driver stopped, allowing Johnny to appear at the door. It always amazed Luis that that worked. Why didn’t it occur to anyone to just duck down and accelerate, running the gunman over? Not that he was complaining, though.
“Get out!” He barked.
The train stopped, the speaker announcing their arrival at Francis International. Karen followed Michael out then led him down the steps.
Rami could see the train at the station, and knew the targets would now be on foot. He hated the fact that he couldn’t do anything, but he was caught in traffic – ordinarily not a problem as he’d drive onto the grass or something, but in a bitter twist of bad luck, a N.O.O.S.E Patriot was right next to him. He could see a LCPD cruiser ahead too. He had no choice but to move with the traffic, which was moving at under 30 KPH. He reached for his phone, checking to make sure the N.O.O.S.E guys couldn’t see.
Niko ended the call and pocketed his phone. Any second now
He decided that subtlety was the way to go. If he took aim with his gun in here, he’d be dead in seconds. He kept his eye on the entrance, aware of the airport security that were around, if not paying much attention to him.
“sh*t.” Luis said, seeing the traffic as they pulled on to the airport loop.
“Cut across the car park.”
Luis did so, stopping close to the train station. He didn’t even bother turning the engine off; both men practically leapt from the vehicle.
Rami caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. The man – he was sure it was a man – disappeared behind the cars in front. Rami moved his gaze to his right slightly and…
“Oh, f*ck a duck!” He breathed. He’d already changed into the right lane but he still had a car length to go before he could turn into the pick-up area….
He turned aggressively, gunning the engine as much as was practical. He stopped, parking unevenly, and stepped out of his car.
“Excuse me sir!” He turned to his right. What was this?
“You can’t park
there! It’s for loading and unloading only.”
Rami’s mind made a split-second identification. No cop, security guard. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“No – You’re going to have to move it.” The security guard stepped closer and so did Rami. The Israeli quickly shuffled and grabbed the security guard, pulling him in. Rami actually spun, throwing the man into the car. The security guard – younger than Rami was – was dazed for a second. Rami then dropped down, sending his open palm into the man’s head in one fluid movement.
There was the strangely non-metal sound as the man’s head hit the car bodywork. Rami left him, sitting there unconscious. He’d be dazed still when he came to, but by then Rami would be long gone. He entered the airport, somehow without anyone noticing his ‘assault’.
Luis was on the phone to Karen’s latest disposable phone. He didn’t know where in the concourse she was. What terminal?!
Johnny was looking around for her when Luis said: “Los Santos!” He pointed and the two men began a hurried walk.
Niko had his eye on her. He’d walk up to her and put his arm round her, smiling like a relative. His other hand, in his jacket pocket, would poke her side with the gun, reminding her who was in control. Together they’d walk out of the terminal, meet Rami and head back to their boss. Only a fool would risk a shootout in an airport.
Johnny saw Niko first. He slapped Luis’s arm and nodded. Luis reached for his gun.
“Are you crazy!?” Johnny muttered, grabbing Luis and turning him to see a pair of cops. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Niko turned, hearing his name being shouted. He saw Johnny and Luis. Both – sh*t!
Both man’s guns were out!
Karen turned and saw Niko just ten feet away. Beyond him she saw Luis and Johnny – holding guns?!
“Ah.” She said. She turned and rushed toward the gate. You geniuses!
The shout had gotten the attention of the cops. Johnny and Luis both had their phones in their hands, holding them strangely between their thumbs and the knuckled of their forefinger, bent into a fist. They’d pressed a button to light them up, carefully making sure their screens were visible to the cops. From Niko’s point of view they looked like guns.
Niko acted on impulse. He drew his gun, immediately realizing his mistake.
“LCPD! Drop the gun!”
At the mere mention of the word ‘gun’ people began to panic.
Niko, realizing he was either about to die or be arrested, ran.
The police were too disciplined to open fire – a habit that was nothing other than a Vinewood myth. Instead they gave chase. Luis and Johnny were simply ignored. Both men headed in Karen’s direction.
Rami’s phone rang and, upon answering, he heard one word: “Skyfall!”
“Oh sh*t!” He said. Immediately he turned and ran back to his car.
Niko bounded out of the airport like a horse at the start of a race. His eyes scanned his surroundings, for cover and a means of escape.
Rami had accelerated aggressively into the traffic, causing a taxi to slide to an emergency stop. He saw Niko run out of the airport and stood on the brake, leaning on the horn also.
Niko saw the car, and heard the screech of the brakes and rapid blaring of the horn.
In the car, Rami shuffled over to the passenger seat. He smashed his elbow against the window, shattering it – there was no time to wind it down.
“You drive!” He shouted.
Niko vaulted the railings and slid across the hood. He scrambled into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind him.
Rami pointed his gun out of the window. The cops saw it and immediately recoiled, seeking cover, buying Niko enough time to stamp on the gas. The car surged forward in an awkward burnout.
“What the f*ck happened?” Rami shouted, looking in the mirror. Any second now…
“They pulled their guns out!”
“Johnny and the other guy.”
“Well… I thought they did.”
“What do you mean?”
“It looked like guns – it was their phones.”
“Oh, Niko…” Rami knew it was an easy mistake to make. You turn around and see your enemy pointing a black thing at you… Rami had once pushed the aerial of a phone against an enemy’s neck to convince him he was armed. It had worked, but that was
in the mid-nineties. “They get away?”
Niko didn’t answer at first. Instead, Rami saw, he flexed his jaw muscles. “Los Santos.” Niko said after a second.
Before Rami could reply, the interior of the car filled with the all-too-familiar red and blue flashes. The sound hit them a split-second later.
Johnny and Luis waited for the plane to leave. They’d both taken off their jackets – a suggestion by Karen, so they wouldn’t remind anyone about the almost-shootout. Johnny was apprehensive about his brother going so far away.
“Don’t worry.” Karen said. “I have a contact in Los Santos. He can keep us safe. He’s been in this business longer than Rami and Niko put together. You have my word that he’ll be safe.”
“You said that before. Then look what happened.”
“I know but if he was handling this situation, it would be resolved by now. He knows all the tricks.”
“It’s cool Johnny.” Michael said. “No one knows where we’re going – thanks to you. If you hadn’t done that we’d either be dead or compromised. Still, even if they knew we were going to Los Santos, he wouldn’t be able to find us. L.S. is bigger than L.C.”
“Still, I’d feel better if I was coming with out.”
“I’ve only got two tickets, Johnny, and I need you here. We were right; there’s more going on. Besides, my contact has a very good friend who’s well respected in a street gang. I doubt even The Lost – sorry, Remnants – would last long in a fight with them.
Johnny nodded, aware of how violent street gangs could be – especially in Los Santos. He stepped forward and hugged his brother – the first time he’d done so for years, perhaps since meeting Billy.
He then watched as they disappeared through the doorway and then as the plane taxied away. He had a horrible feeling that the plane was going to explode on takeoff, but it didn’t.
Luis put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder. “Come on bro, let’s get you a drink.”
The night was not over for Niko and Rami though. They’d triggered a full scale terror alert. They had a helicopter on their tail, as well as three cruisers – two LCPD and one N.O.O.S.E – and a N.O.O.S.E Patriot. Roadblocks were already being set up, and police were alerted across the city.
Rami was reluctant to shoot too. So far they were in a pursuit, but the police in this city had been known to try to shoot out the tires or the subject’s car. Rami didn’t want to upset that status quo just yet.
Niko had an idea of where he wanted to go. “I’ve got a tactic I keep up my sleeve for losing the police. I don’t use it often though.”
“I’d say this would be a good occasion to use it. What is it?”
“I got the idea from a couple of friends of mine, when a job we were on got messy.”
Rami listened, keeping his eyes on the police – two more cruisers had joined them, and a roadblock forced Niko to turn. It was a good plan – not the best, but it was a tactic Rami had used once, and it had worked.
The bridge was the problem. They’d had to divert to the East Borough Bridge, as a heavy roadblock was set up on the Algonquin Bridge. “This is certainly going to make the papers.” Rami had said, noticing the traffic stalled by the roadblocks.
The pursuit carried on to Middle Park, where Niko had turned off of Quartz Street and taken the paths south. He turned onto Nickel street then headed south on Denver-Exeter. Star Junction was an area to avoid – its concentration of traffic and police presence made it practically a dead end. The alleyways to the west led them to Kunzite Street where Niko headed east.
“Get it ready.” Niko said. Rami nodded and reached into his pocket. He thumbed the pin on the grenade and gave Niko a nod.
They stopped just off Bismarck, as Niko had planned, having driven onto the plaza that held not-too-fond memories for him. They jumped out of the car as the police came to a stop, their doors opening instantly.
Niko leapt the hood again and followed Rami down the steps. Niko could hear the Israeli’s countdown and as his voice reached zero, the car behind them exploded. They’d timed it perfectly, ducking down the steps just in time to avoid the blast.
Rami tossed the pin into the bushes as they reached the bottom. Both men sprinted to their right, heading for the pedestrian tunnel that linked Albany Avenue to the Algonquin Bridge’s lower level.
Rami had a quick look as they entered the tunnel and saw no flashing lights. No cop cars. No foot-cops either.
It didn’t take them long to reach the top of the steps. Once there they immediately turned and climbed onto the subway tracks – checking for incoming trains first, of course. They disappeared into the tunnel.
Ten minutes later they emerged at Easton station. A few people saw them, looking with confused frowns. Both men ignored them and disappeared into the crowd.Click Here to read the next chapter - The Pickup This post has been edited by Mokrie Dela on Thursday, Aug 23 2012, 21:12