Mitch Rooseavio's Story

Grova Street (Northern sector)
Ferrum-Latus

"Right, let's get this done. Move in, let's take them out. All of them. I don't want anyone left alive," came a shout from the leader of the gang, moving intowards the processing plant that had been cleanly covered up as a meat processing planet, not a drug processing plant which it really was like the police would come and check. He pulled his auto rifle from the back of his bike, glancing around. He moved forwards with the rest of the gang. His bionics made little noise, but it could still be enough. That's if the other gang had members still there.

The gang pushed forwards towards the factory, weapons slung low, watching everything. They kicked down the front door and slowly walked into the factory, the lights turning on. The leader, Graai pushed up towards a large table with plastic bags of a white powder, "Good, they have the stuff here already. Now, where are they?"

There was a sudden flash of light, a shout and rifle fire soon followed. Shots started the bounce off the metal tables, Graai stood up to return fire, a shot killing his left bionic arm. The second leader shouted over towards Graai and a burst of flame shot out of the lower barrel of his weapon, the flamer. The fire alrm quickly went off while the shots were being returned. There was an almighty scream from another member as he fell, a second shot popping his head clean off, leaving the blood gushing out of his neck, the blood that was in the head of the member was all over the floor and the walls. Graai grunted, killing the man who shot at them before pinning another three down, the second leader killing them with fire, "Push up!"


Northern Grova Street
Ferrum-Latus

"Sir, we have a fire down the road, about three miles down, do you want a couple of APCs and cruisers going down just in case? I have a feeling this could be gang after nothing yesterday," sighed the operator, rubbing her left eye before glancing up at her commander. After getting a nod she groaned, getting to her feet and walked off towards the second computer and typed into the computer.

Grola Police Station

"Report from command, there's a possible gang fight going on. We've to go with the APCs too." Shouted out the Station commander before running out towards the APCs, being closely followed by the rest of the fire teams and the APC crews. Once inside the APC, she pulled her shotgun from the rank on the side of the small compartment, "Go! Drive! Now!" She snapped, and the door went up the fire teams and the APCs quickly moving off down the street towards the factory.

Grova Street (Northern Sector) Ferrum-Latus
Toni stood behind a large bin looking down on the intruders from the second floor. A contact from the other side had called to give him heads up, however it had been too late to retrieve all of their product from the main floor. MIkael wasn't going to be too happy about this, but Toni only had a small group of men to work with. Less than ten other men were in the building, all ready to die for their money. They waited for Toni's signal. Guns fully loaded, Toni flicked his lighter and lite the cloth, throwing it behind him for the front man. It was a bomb of sorts, but more to draw attention then blow anything up. That was their signal, following in suit, his second started shooting from the eastern side of the building. Before their leader could resopnd, Toni aimed his .45. The plan was simple, circle around until they lay belly up.
The opposite men returned fire. He couldn't tell if the screams were from his own men, or theirs, as everyone was seperated. Shaking his head, he knew that he couldn't depend on them, he needed to relocate, hearing their leader call the order for to sweep the second floor. Feeling for his clips, he lifted slightly off the floor enough to move positions. He knew this buildings layout perfectly, having placed every piece of metal specifically for this purpose. Continuing around the corner, he squatted behind another bin that would give him perfect view and range of the stairwell top. He didn't trust them to be stupid enough to move forward after his first shot, but getting one would be success at any rate. A clank sounded down the walk way. He looked to find Robert, also ready for fire. Exchanging nods, they both aimed.

Graai had heard them as had flung a grenade up the stairs after they had killed a number of the gang members that stood in his way. He glanced over to Justin and they moved up the stairs slowly, hearing the bang go off followed by a second bang from outside the building. There was shouts from his own men that the police were here, and if one station was here the others would soon follow. As his men opened fire on the police, a larger weapon was heard blowing holes in the metal walls before there was another shout, screaming RPG.

Graai hit the deck along with Justin but they continued up the stairs as there was a whistle of the RPG then an explosion outside the building. He looked over at Justin, whispered something before they both got up and ran for the top of the stairs, the grenade should have at least sent the idiots back or stunned them, either way, they had to take the building. There was more shouting that followed while Justin took shots from the top of the stairs, quickly arming his flamethrower in the process, "Burn in hell!"

The Police had stormed out of the APCs but had taken a lot of losses. An APC was in flames, the crew having bailed out and ran while still on fire. There was a number of Police Sergeants shouting out for the rest of them to attack, firing their own Auto rifles. As they pushed into the building, they were met by both gangs firing at them. A common enemy now, one to slaughter.

Debris and metal flew about the area from the grenade. The bin that Toni had been hiding under pushed back, squeezing him between the wall and it. His companion closed the distance quickly, releasing him from behind the bin. "Come on, come on, they've brought the cops!" Toni's leg was broken. Sturggling to find his balance and swallow the pain, he lifted his gun to point in the general direction of the second floor entrance, emptying his clip. A third guy stood right in front of the elevator that traveled from the floor to the roof. He was pointing down, and across, firing at both police and rivals. The elevator required a key to operate. Seeing his his boss leader, he jumped back into the corner, out of view. Pulling out his radio, he spoke, "We need out! Now!" It was their only hope at this point. With the cops on the others' tail, and them on their own, the product was lost.
Toni fell to the ground, he couldn't hobble and shoot at the same time. This project had been his baby, and they just simply took it from them, came in and snatched it! "Just go!" He shoved at the man who was insisting on him continuing. He took from him his own gun, and the guy understood. Their only hope for retribution was to get out, and Toni was going to see they were able to do just that. He set his .45 down on his lap, and held the automatic rifle with both hands. Unafraid of death, and extremely pissed off, he shot directly at them, sitting in plain view. "Fuck you all!!!" Was barely audible over the shots.


Graai grunted, another shot hitting his bionic leg and he fell to the ground. The police were closing in and Justin wasn't so lucky, another shot hit Justin's chest and he collapsed, firing still as he dropped to his knees, groaning in pain. His bionics started to kick in, struggling to keep the blood within his body while another shot went straight through his head then bounced off the ceiling. Graai shot again, hopefully hitting Toni while his own gang started to force up the stairs, thinking about getting out the access from outside. He screamed in pain as another shot hit him but he pressed forwards towards Toni. Another ember picked him up and took his pistol, firing at Toni point black. They needed to get out of here.

There was already a police bird in the sky, watching everything as another RPG round took out another APC. The sergeants came under picked out firing, killing three out of four within the first few minutes, All the officers continued to press on until the Gang started to fight it's way back, out of the factory towards their bikes across the road.

Toni emptied the automatic. While changing weapons, he caught three bullets in his firing arm. Hissing through his screams, he tried to focus on his men and their escape. He couldn't see them, whether that was because his vision was messed up from the pain or because they were gone, he wasn't sure. Grabbing his shoulder where it hurt the most, he squeezed. This made it hurt more, offering relief when he let go. He looked again, they were gone. Grabbing the pistol with his left, he aimed again. 6 shots was all he had left to protect his life, things didn't look good. "You're going to regret this day!" He yelled directly to Graai, letting go his final shots.

Toni's two remaining men had successfully entered the elevator. There was no telling how much of the building's layout that the police or rival gang knew about, but the roof was out of the question. The elevator hummed down into the basement. With both men standing at the ready, the doors opened slowly. The first looked out, and confirmed that no one was waiting for them. Cautiously, they both darted. The area had a tunnel that led up to ground level one block over. They would come out in a parking garage. The heart of the older of the two thumped so loudly with anticipation, he didn't even notice the blood spurtting from his leg with every beat. "Johnny, your thigh." The younger wanted to stop, "Are you fucking crazy!? Come on!" Johnny ordered. Not until they were towards the end of the tunnel did he stop. With one hand supporting his weight against the wall, Johnny got sick all over his feet. "Check the door, kid." He choked out. The young guy jogged the 20 paces to the exit door, and opened it barely an inch. Closing it back, "It looks clear John, can you make it?" In response he shrugged and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "Well we can't go back the way we came, now can we?!" Silently, yet slowly, they creeped from the exit to the emergency get a way car that had been parked for just such an occasion.

Johnny and Bruce saw the police chasing the hover bikes in one direction, and slowly so as not to draw attention, turned to go the other. By the time, Johnny's pant leg was soaked in blood, "Hurry up and get us the fuck outta here, Bruce. Call Mitch, tell him we were ambushed, and that the little prick he thought was intell isn't good for shit!" Johnny was referring to the three minute heads up they had received regarding the opposing gang. Bruce dialed the number on his cell, and spoke, "Mitch, it's Bruce. Johnny's been shot, we're going to Meg for some repair work, meet us there."

"Alright. I will do then. Meg's place, five minutes." He groaned before hanging up and disappeared from his office to head down to the small house that Meg lived in."

Meg's house

Mitch arrived in four minutes and thirty seconds. He groaned softly, rubbing his eyes as he was greeted by the young woman, Meg. She smiled gracefully and hugged him, pointing into the living room. She was wearing her white nurse dress made of latex, in order to keep the boys happy while still be able to do her work. Even though she worked in the local hospital, she would never ever wear latex there. It was just her thing for the boys. It did seem to make them happy.

She walked into the living room and took the pair of tweezers, pushing into the wound in order to get the bullet out of him. She looked up and bit her tongue as she pulled it out, glancing around. Mitch followed suit and watched from the doorway, unsure on what to focus on more, Meg or the wound.

Johnny hissed, and took a drink of the liquor that Bruce had brought him. Watching Meg from behind, he spoke to Mitch, "Man, my guy. They came out of fucking no where. And Toni..." He drew off the sentence, not wanting to actually say it. Johnny looked Mitch directly in the eye, "Toni sacrificed himself to get us out, Mitch. They came with grenades and all kinds of shit, with the police right on their asses too."

Mitch swallowed nodding slowly, "How did they know we had that place? I want you to go out recuiting Bruce. I don't care who. We need more people. If they want war, we'll give them fucking war. Understand?" He groaned, rubbing his face, going to the kitchen for the drink, "Meg, you have any drugs? I want some."

"Yes Love, top cupboard on the left, at the back behind the bowls. Babe." She smiled, grabbed a bandage and fixed Johnny up before standing up on her heels, clicking through into the kitchen and watched as Mitch took what he needed. "I'm sleepy. I've been at work all day then have to come home to Johnny being shot. What the hell are you doing Mitch? If your going to run this business, you have to run it right. Alexi will kill you if given the chance. I saw more dead bodies because of you two than I ever wanted to see. Please, just sort it out with her?"

"No!" Mitch snapped and threw a bowl at her. "I'm not joining with that whore."

Meg collapsed as the bowl hit her in the stomach. She wheezed, gasping for air. "Don't do that... It hurts me."

Johnny heard the clatter in the kitchen, and looked to Bruce, who in return shook his head. Pushing himself up on his good foot, he tapped Bruce on the shoulder, "Take a seat." He hobbled into the kitchen, and offered Meg a hand up. "Mitch, we're all upset about losing Toni, but lashing out at each other won't help."
Setting the bowl on the counter, he expressed his thanks to Meg for her stitching with small squeeze before taking place between her and Mitch. "There's some wisdom behind what she's saying, Mitch. I agree revenge should be had for Toni, but what if we went about it a different way?" He leaned against the counter and brushed a hand through his hair, "We can't trust our sources. We got what, a three minute heads up? My guess is both sides are being played here by the police. If I can be so bold, I think it'd be a good idea to make an alliance, temporairly. Deal with the police, then deal with Alexi, on a more personal level, if you know what I mean."

"I can't deal with the fucking police, not without more people! I'm not making an alliance with her, ever. Get that straight Johnny, I'm not having it, if anything, We should take them out first then deal with the police."

"That won't work though love." Meg sighed, rubbing her eyes before getting up on her heels again to get a drink of flavoured water. "Look, I just want the entire war to stop. I'm sure everyone does. Nobody likes it, why can't you just make friends with her and forget everything that happened." She groaned, smoothing down her dress and flicked her fringe out the road of her eyes. "Why can't people just get along? Hell, I'll be a fucking whore if it stops this war, everyone wants rid of it. This doesn't work... Please Mitch, stop all of this, stop the war for a year at least."

"I wouldn't say stopping the way is the answer, Meg. But to take on different tactics." He repositioned his leg, as it was starting to throb, "You got any pain killers around here?" He asked her, looking back to Mitch. "If we join up with her for now, we'll have the numbers to deal with the police. She's got plants all around the city Mitch, we can hide behind those, become familiar with them, and then after the Police are off the streets like they are right now, BAM! We take her out from the inside, her and her faggot friends." Johnny wanted to kill Alexi himself, to wrap his hands around her neck and feel the life leave her. Toni had been the closest thing to a brother he had ever had.

"Yeah babe, I'll get it for you." She groaned, going into a cupboard and threw him morphine, "One tablet. No more." She sighed, turning to look at Mitch then to Johnny. "Look why can't you just try love? You need to try, like Johnny said. This isn't all about drugs now, this seems like it's personal. Just try for me? Please?" She tried, sipping her glass of flavoured water.

Mitch shook his head slowly, "No. I'm not helping her, not after what she had done over the past few days. I want her dead, even if I have to do it myself. I really don't care anymore."

Johnny shook his head, "You're the boss ross." Opening the pill bottle he took out two pills, swallowing one now, and stuffing the other in his pocket. "Though, I think I'll need a few days off of my feet. During that time, I can make a few calls, to try and increase our numbers. Can't guarantee how swift and accurate their shot is, though. Do we still got that range membership over on the southside? Just to make sure any and all new guys know what and how." Johnny assumed either himself, or even Mitch would take over the organizing of the men, as it had been Toni's job before.

Meg swallowed, watching them all closely before heading off upstairs to go to bed. She groaned slowly, sitting down on her bed and leaned back, drifting off to sleep.

Mitch shook his head, "Yeah, do that. We still own the range under the company, and I want you, Bruce to organize the men for this. I'm gonna call it a night now, so I'm gonna go to bed."

Johnny nodded his head, "Don't take it too hard, Mitch. Toni wanted to do what he did, for you and Meg, and all of us."

Meg's House

Meg was fast asleep in the back of the van, trying to recover from the bullet wound. How was she meant to go to work to go to work tomorrow having been shot in the leg. Hell, not many people would want her now, nor would her addiction for the white gold help much. As they stopped, she was lifted inside by Mitch and the bullet tugged out. She had drugged herself up on morphine so she could sleep. Mitch cleaned out the wound carefully, looking up at Johnny and Bruce without a word. Standing up, he walked into the kitchen to get a drink of liquior, looking at all the pairs of heels she had lines up neatly in a row at the breakfast bar. How she had the money for this he would never know, yet she did. She had ran into deep debt a few months back, and had used some of Mitch's money to get her out of it. She wasn't a dumb woman, she knew what she was doing and why she was going it. He groaned, downing a shot glass before calling them both through to start asking his questions that needed answered.

Johnny didn't do or say much upon arriving at Meg's house. While Mitch tended to her wound, both Johnny and Bruce sat in the living room, on the couches. Bruce's wound to his shoulder hadn't been too deep. It didn't take long for him to remove inside the bathroom, Johnny helped with a wrap. It was makeshift compared to what Meg would have been able to do, but as she was out of service at the moment, it would work. Neither one spoke on why or what they were thinking allowing Meg to go inside the building with them. The silence that enveloped their presence would lead one to think that they were scraping for any orH good reason, save 'She wanted to.' Mitch had always been level headed ninety percent of the time, but the other ten? Well, it could get ugly. They hadn't even told Mitch that they were going back to the property, it had been a random act. So Johnny and Bruce sat, listening to their own pulse, angry at Graai for besting them again, and worried for Meg.

Mitch groaned, rubbing his forehead with a groan before he burst completely, "What the fucking fliddly fuck happened?!" He snapped, threwing two knives at each of them. "Why did you go back there?! I told you this morning that they would be there to burn the fucking place down! Oh my fucking Cybran Emperor. Why do you two do this to me. Johnny, get more people. Now! I don't care anymore. Get them from anywhere! Understand me?!" He turned to face Bruce and snapped at him for not killing Justin when he still had the chance, "Why didn't you fucking kill him when you could?! You could have killed both of them, but no. Bruce always knows best, doesn't he?!" He looked at Meg and groaned, picking her up and took her to the bedroom to set her down, she would have to sleep for the next few days and heal.

Mitch looked at them both, pulling his pistol out, "Tell me why I shouldn't just fucking kill you right now. Tell me! I'll do it. I'll blow your brains out. Now get the fuck out this house and don't come back until you have one hundred mem willing to fight for my cause! You hear me ass holes?!" He snapped, pulling the top of the gun back to pull a round into the chamber. "Fucking idiots! Why must I even worry myself with the way you idiots act?! You were meant to be out getting people, not going back to that place! Not with her! She's precious! More than your fucking lives put together. She's done a lot for both of you and this is how you repay her?! Arse pieces!" He snapped, going back upstairs to tend to Meg who was making small noises.

"Heh," Johnny grumbled as he stood making his way towards the front door, "If she's so special to you, and you care so much, why didn't you listen to her in the first place?" Bruce followed in suit, both mumbling low enough to keep from being heard by Mitch, "No shit! We wouldn't even be fightin' with those dumb asses if he would have tried to go into business with them, instead of against. Fucking police gonna be locking everyone in the cage before this shit is done." The men might have slammed the door behind them a bit too hard, neither took well to their lives being threatened, regardless of who it was. True enough, Mitch was their leader, but here lately, he had seemed to be more focused on what he wanted for himself, as opposed to what the group wanted as a whole. That included Meg.

Justin swallowed, leaning back on his bed, pulling a knife out from under it to sharpen. He looked up at the door as he did so.

Meg's House
Meg swallowed, slowly getting to the bath before she heard thumping on the door. "What now." She snapped, getting out of the bath and went to the door, wrapping a towel around her. She sighed, looking at Mitch whom seemed like he was about to explode. "What? I don't want to be with you after what you did to Johnny and Bruce. Leave me alone... I just want to get on with my fucking job! Is that too much to ask?!"
Mitch grunted and started throwing bags of the white gold at her, "I don't want you to go. Nobody else will help you with your money, or with your need for this stuff. Stay with me baby, please. Don't do this to me. What do you want? A ring? A new computer? A new TV?"
"No! I don't want anything that you've touched any more. Just leave. Get on with your life, get someone else. Someone else you can fucking abuse! I don't want it any more! I don't! Get out my house!"
"Fine, but you're coming with me." Mitch snapped, grabbing her. He dragged her downstairs, throwing her onto the floor in the kitchen and started to throw things onto the floor, smashing plates, bowls, glasses and jugs alike. He reached down and took a large shard of glass, grabbing her hair and pulled her towards him, the towel ripping with the glass, causing further wounds. He slid the shard of glass across her face, creating a wound about three to four centimetres deep, before turned and ran off out the house.

Tallern

Mitch groaned, leaning back into his office chair, watching the people below do his deeds. He continued to throw a small ball at the wall and let it come back to him. He looked around, "Bruce! Get your flithly arse in here." He snapped, pressing something into the computer, putting his hand down his trousers, not touching anything though, it was just to keep it warm. He groaned again, pulling his hand out and stood up, rubbing his left eye. He wanted Meg back. Her in her sluttly latex just to watch for a while, but he didn't think that would happen for a while.

Bruce walked into the office, just in time to see Mitch remove his hands from his pants and rub his eye with it. His face squinched up in disgust, "Uh, what's up?" He asked. They hadn't exactly been on good terms since the incident with Meg's injury. Then she left him, and of course, Mitch rationalized that to be Bruce and Johnny's own fault. Together, the men were growing tired of Mitch's antics, but at the moment didn't have any kind of better gig to turn to. Drugs cost money, and as Mitch spent most of his own time focused on himself, Bruce had plenty of time to go about collecting, and keeping a cut for his own fun.

Mitch sighed softly, "Right, so I want to up production, I want it to cost more and I want more men. I'm sick of having pussy fights with the other gangs. I want to slaughter them all. I want to go one to one with Alexis and kill her. I'll fucking choke her to death. I don't care. Right, how are you? Sleep any better after last night?" He smirked, looking at Bruce. This was totally out of character for him, especially with the way things had been. This meant he had done something to the one that had caused him the most pain; Meg.

Bruce looked at the man sitting before him, confused. He was tired of playing games with Mitch, it was time to be real. "Oh, I'm good, yeah. Sleep? No, not hardly. I'm concerned for Meg, and where she's gone off to, it's not like her to not leave word." He shook the thought from his mind, whatever had happened between her and Mitch, he wanted no part of it. "More men, and money?" He shook his head, "Wait a minute, exactly how do you see this going down? Your product isn't exactly best quality anymore, Mitch. You're not going to get a single penny out of any of the clients than what you are already. Hell, they barely want to pay what they are." He sarcastically chuckled, "You've got to be kidding me, right?"

"No. I have a new list of clients, and for them, I want the best quality. We rise our prices and make more money, then we can pay for hired guns from the military. Military training, military skill. We can win this war. Where's Johnny these days? I haven't seen him since that night out." He sighed, looking around, hearing a cell phone go off.

Bruce sighed heavily, the time had come. He had been putting it off as long as he could, mostly with drugs. "He's left, Mitch." He didn't elaborate, he didn't offer anything else. Of course, Johnny had offered for Bruce to come with him, but Bruce had been with Mitch since childhood. Change was hard for Bruce, even if it was for the better. "He's gone."

"Why in the fucking hell?!" He snapped, throwing the computer screen off the desk. "Why?!" He grunted, storming out towards the entrance to the entire factory and collasped, breaking down completely. nHe wiped his tears from his face, banging his head off the side of the building, shutting over his eyes, "This is just more and more fucking bullshit. For fuck's sake. WHY?!"

Bruce shrugged his shoulders at first, then kind of slumped them as Mitch throwing stuff and himself around the room. "He told me that he had found better work, through a more reliable source." He paused, finding his courage, "You've got to admit, Mitch, things have fell through. Nothing turned out the way we wanted it to be. We've lost money, product, and clientele. Instead of a slow up rise, we've been on a downgrade, Mitch. Then there's Toni, and his death. With him being going, I think Johnny just kind of lost all faith in us, in this." He lifted his arms, gesturing to the entire situation, "And well, I have to say I feel the same. It all just seems, hopeless, Mitch."

Mitch groaned, "You might just as well go with him then. I'll run what I can. If you can get paid better else where, you should go. I feel useless now. First Meg then Johnny..." He sighed, "If you want to go to them, you might just as well, I hear it's better pay. That's what the people keep saying. I've got three people and myself if you go. Just enough to make enough for a living." He swallowed before getting to his feet looking at Bruce, "You should just go to them Bruce."

Bruce shrugged, "Meh, I've been with you for as long as I can remember. No sense in changing it up now, I'm just telling you why they might have left." He sat down in a chair, now that Mitch seemed to have gained some control over his self, "I'm not saying that we couldn't change things up a bit, I'm just saying I'm not a turn coat, is all." He thought for a moment, "Toni gave his life up so that we could see this through, I'd like to think his death won't be such a waste." Though in reality, Bruce had a strong feeling that things wouldn't be turning up anytime soon.

"But it's a waste if Johnny has left and we have hardly anyone to run the company. Hell, I might just have to phone that whore and get an agreement or something. I don't want to live here. I want to live on one of those nice resort planets." Mitch sighed, looking at Bruce. "I'll phone her later. Have you spoken to Megan?" He tried, not that he wanted contact, but that he wanted her dead of all people. She had almost teared his heart into tiny little pieces.

Bruce shrugged, "It's worth a try, though in my opinion, I'd say that opportunity has passed. If she's successfully taken employees from us with her, then she probably feels like she has us by the balls, in which case..." He shook the thought from his head, "I'd rather not think about the groveling, or ass kissing that would be expected of us should we join up." He looked to Mitch as if to say, 'Think about it.' When he asked about Meg, Bruce shook his head, "Nope, haven't heard a word from her." Bruce's pocket began to vibrate, he pulled his phone out and saw that he had missed a call from, "Well, speak of the devil. About five minutes ago she tried to call me." He handed his phone to Mitch, "Want to call her back from my phone?"