Jasper Gold
I was 16 years old the day they put the cuffs on my father. I remember the look in his eyes and the tears that ran down my mother's face. I remember the grip my little sister had on my wrist while they dragged my father out of our home and pushed his head down to enter the back seat of their police car. I remember the last words he said to me.
"The second drawer of my desk. Everything you need is in there." He whispered in my ear as he gave me the first and last hug, we every shared.
That was the day I became the leader of one of the most feared gangs in all of New York.
Two Years later.
"Come on Andrew, we got to go!" I yelled over the gunfire as I dragged my friend by his backpack to a safe place behind the tables.
It was well past midnight and Andrew, Blu and I were at the diner when some guys came in and started shooting at us. It was a typical Friday night.
"I'm Sorry! This is why I am always behind the desk and in your ear." He replied
Andrew was right. He wasn't cut out for what's happening right now. He's the head of our R&D team (research and development), he's our guy in the chair, he's not meant to be in the field. You can take a single glance at him and could guess he belongs at a computer. He's got short brown hair to match his brown eyes that hide behind his large black framed glasses. He's in shape and works out but only because training is something I require from all of my members.
"Where the hell did Blu go?" I shouted as I switched out the empty magazine in my gun.
"I gave him some micro explosives and told him to place them around the perimeter." He said opening up his phone and started typing phrases I don't understand.
As he said that I see Blu strangle a guy from behind in the far corner of the diner. It was Blu making room for the explosives.
Blu is the head of my weapons and attack team. He has dyed blond hair but ice blues eyes. He's the best fighter I know, and I don't expect that to ever change. Dude never loses.
"Okay, everything is in place." Blu said panting as he crouched next to Andrew and I. "Now what?"
"Now we got to get out of here." He said
I looked around. We were in the very back of the diner and the front doors were being blocked by at least three guys who are heavily armed.
"Okay, let's go through the kitchen, maybe there is a back exit." I explained while Blu switched out his magazine and I took a few shots at the guys by the door.
"We can't go through the back." Andrew said "We won't get far enough away before this place blow and the gas from the stoves will only make the blow worse. We need to find another way."
I look around and notice 6 large windows that don't open. There's two on both sides of the front doors and two on both side walls.
"I have an idea." I said holding my last available magazine in my hand "How many more mags you got Blu?"
"Just one." He said looking at me in the eye
"Then I guess we don't have much of a choice." I said before explaining the plan to Andrew and Blu, and we all decided that we might get killed doing it but a 'might' is worth risking.
"We're going to die." Andrew said nervously as we got into positions. I rolled my eyes and put my last magazine in my gun.
"Ready?" I asked looking at them "One . . . Two . . . Three!"
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A Fighting Chance
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