Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Kansas City Shuffle ( Chapter 28 )

Kansas City Shuffle

(J. Ralf - Kansas City Shuffle)

 

 

 

“I don't get it. Why wouldn't they benefit from a few extra tax dollars?”

 

“No, no, no, that's not what I'm talking about.” A man named Earl informed his jaded partner. “I'm saying that no one asked `me' where `my' money should go. I'd like it to go to something a bit nobler then building an overpass that's going to take an estimated two years, but probably five to build. We don't really need it and it's just an excuse to blow money.”

 

The man without much care in the topic walking beside Earl scratched his head and asked, “So why don't you go ask someone who can voice your opinion?”

 

“Bob… If the government wanted my opinion on the matter, then they'd take a poll and tally the results. No one is going to come up to me and ask me where my taxes should go, unless they were trying to start a conversation. The only things you can really have a say in are small things in your community.”

 

“What about tree huggers?” Bob inquired.

 

“No, screw the tree huggers. Every one knows that they're just a bunch of unemployed hippies trying to feel important. If they don't go out and tie themselves to trees then they're just going to sit at home smoking pot and watching Star Trek all day. Most of them are vegetarians too. Have you ever seen a tofu-meatloaf?”

 

“No.”

 

“It's unnatural and utterly disgusting.”

 

Bob scratched his head again. “How is it `unnatural'?”

 

Earl stopped for a second and thought about that and eventually came up with, “Because it's a meatloaf. The key word is meat. What they eat would be classed as a veggie loaf.” And went on as if never missing a beat.

 

“Is tofu a vegetable?”

 

Earl finally had to submit and lose his pace as he faltered at the question. He thought about it hard and when his eyes narrowed he said, “Well, I'm not really sure… I think it's a bean of some kind… I actually have no clue, but what I do know is that there is a rather large vehicle backing up towards doors over there at a dangerous pace.”

 

“Oh, really?” Bob looked over at the front doors of the casino and through the glass he could see what Earl had described. “I wonder if he'll stop?” Bob's curiosity was answered when the glass blew inwards and the front doors were replaced with the back of a large hauling truck and when the tall steel shutter opened a flood of men with guns gushed out, all dressed slightly like members of a SWAT force, but not quite, and telling every one to get down. Both Bob and Earl thought it would be best to move the discussion to the floor where they would both cower in fear. “Oh, fuck me… What do you suppose is happening?”

 

Earl with his face bravely pushed into the thin-carpeted floor, shrugged. “I think this is what they call a raid. Probably some dangerous people about.”

 

If Bob's face weren't pushed into the floor as well then Earl would have seen the puzzled look on his face. “How dangerous?”

 

There were screams there and about them along with men with guns walking over them and Earl thought back, and even though his body was shaking his words were almost calm. “Oh, I'd assume it has something to do with drugs. That's what most of the problems in this town are related to. There's probably some guy here sitting on a big stash of something, but I'm surprised to see this many guns however I hear most of those dealers are somewhat cracked out if you catch my drift.”

 

“I don't think I do catch your drift. Care to display for me an example?”

 

A screaming woman being cased by a suited man with a gun tripped over Earl and fell on Bob, but as if it didn't even happen Earl just went on. “Well, I heard back a few months ago there was a rather large drug bust. Lots of cops and lots of guns, but the dealer was getting just a little too acquainted with his own merchandise and by the end of it he willingly gave a cops gun a blow job and took the load full force.”

 

“That sounds somewhat personal…” Bob's voice trailed off and he stayed as silent as he could.

 

“I'll say. The cop wasn't even alive when it happened.” Earl dared to look up for a moment and saw the last man jump off the back off the van and unlike the rest he wasn't wearing a patchy SWAT style uniform but dressed rather flamboyantly. “Hmm… Quite the juxtaposition if I do say so myself. What do you think Bob?”

 

Bob looked up only for a moment and saw the figure. “You're using large words again Earl. Care to supply me another example?”

 

Earl thought hard for a moment and came up with the best definition he could. “Well, think of two things going together that just shouldn't.”

 

Bob thought. “Like oil and water?”

 

Earl shook his head. “Not really. The two things mix even though they shouldn't. How about this? Think about a serial killer, now think about what his home may look like.”

 

“I don't have much experience in the matter of trudging forth into the home of a serial killer, but I would suspect that it would be quite untidy.”

 

“Ok, now lets say this said killer enjoys chopping up his victims, boiling their skin off and keeping the all the little bits and pieces in the walls, but his house looks absolutely spotless, not a speck of dirt anywhere.”

 

Bob thought again. “Wouldn't there be something of a stench?”

 

Earl nodded. “Exactly! The home would be spotless, but the air would hold a smell that said something completely opposite to what you were seeing.”

 

Bob looked back up at the figure and then back at Earl. “You can smell him all the way from over here?”

 

Earl's face dropped and he just stared at Bob with a tired look. “I hope you get shot Bobby I really do…”

 

 

A small Honda pulled up towards the lowered gate blocking the way to the underground parking. There was a man in a uniform flagging the car to stop and it did so just short of the gate. The man began to explain that the lot was currently full, but since his clothes didn't seem to fit him too well and the fact that Jerry had never seen him before, she pulled out her gun and blew his head off and it must have been quite a shot because when she went into the control room there were two men dead and one of them had a hole in his head as well and his clothes had been blown right off with the deadly aim of Jerry's gun. He may have been dead before but that was the story Jerry was sticking to and since she was in charge of security and these two were clearly jerking around, she decided there wasn't going to be any goofing around while she was on shift and the punishments were strict.

 

Jerry raised the gate and left the car behind so no one else would come in unless they felt like walking. Ranma had gotten out a block earlier and was heading for the other side of the building. He noticed that there was a large hauling truck parked in the front doors and proceeded with caution. When he got close he ducked down and started crawling under the truck and inside for a better look. Things were quiet and from the looks of things, all the customers had been driven out and replaced with a lot of men with guns marching around and looking for anything suspicious. He got ready to move out when he heard the distorted crackling of a radio just behind the tire his head was beside. “Cccrrk. Anything yet captain? Cccrrk.”

 

“Nothing. Malone managed to board himself up in his office. We're waiting for our orders. From the sounds of it, that guy wants him alive. Is everyone in position?”

 

“Cccrrk. Yessir. We're ready for orders whenever you're ready. Cccrrk.”

 

“Good, I'll be there in a few minutes. Tell me if Malone does anything funny.”

 

“Cccrrk. Rodger. Cccrrk.”

 

The guy started moving away and his feet appeared. Ranma took a quick glance around to see if anyone was near and realized that he couldn't make a move. If he had more then a handgun shoved somewhere down his pants then he'd be able to raise some hell, but as it stood the risks were too high. He watched the captain get on the elevator and saw him start going up. He backed off and crawled outside again and started looking around. He noticed that from the top of the truck he could jump onto the side of the building and maybe break into a room through a window. He started climbing up the front end of the truck and got on top of the carport roof feeling a lot like the Prince of Persia. He crept along the side of the building and got to a window that put up a fight to open. When he was in he saw a couple half naked people crouched at the side of the bed with the sheets over them. The woman looked ready to scream, but Ranma put a finger to his lips saying, “Shhh…” and pulled out his wallet and flashed it too quick for them to catch what he was showing. “I'm a cop don't worry. Just stay quiet and I'll be out of your hair.”

 

Ranma pressed his back to the wall and opened the door just enough to see through a crack. There was a guy standing in the hallway facing away with a smoke and an Uzi leaving Ranma to pull out his own gun and try to keep it silent. He reached over to a chair and pulled a cushion off and placed it hard against the end as a makeshift silencer. He opened the door quickly, stepped out and pulled the trigger three times, but unless pillows could now deflect bullets and muffle sound completely, then the soft clicks of the hammer meant that he was out of ammo. The man started turning around and with a dumb expression on his face, Ranma rushed back into the room and closed the door quickly but silently, while breathing hard. He looked quickly under the gun to see that the clip was missing and with this discovery, his face went red and his eyes narrowed.

 

The half naked man held his girl close and asked, “What's wrong officer?”

 

“That dyke took my clip when I was out!” In the underground parking Jerry sneezed as she reloaded her gun and was thankful she had killed everyone with all her spare ammo or she would have been heard.

 

Ranma kept his eyes started scanning the room for anything that could be used to harm someone, but the man's voice broke Ranma's search. “Officer, I uhhh… found this here when I came.”

 

The man was holding out Dessert Eagle 50 caliber hand cannon. Ranma blinked and took it without a single thought. “This'll be useful.”

 

“J-just remember, it's not mine officer. Please get rid of those guys.”

 

“Oh, I'll be sure to do just that. You didn't happen to find a few extra clips rolled up in a pair of socks did you?”

 

“N-no… Sorry officer…” And just as the man said it, he and Ranma both realized that they had both been talking a bit too loud and that the door knob was now rattling a little. It was clear someone was trying to get in without having any luck due to the key card locks, but a rough knock on the door and a man's voice came from the other side.

 

“Open the door or I'll blow the lock off!” Just as he finished his threat, the door swung open striking him squarely in the face, which was quite a feat because the doors were designed to swing inwards and not outwards, and with even less warning he felt a relentless crushing blow strike him in the chest over and over again, until finally he saw the underside of a boot soar towards him. Ranma boot stomped the man's head well into the wall with one powerful kick and if he was either dead or merely unconscious, didn't seem to fall into Ranma's interests. The man's gun did as well as the interesting suit he was wearing. It was like those fake SWAT guys he'd seen earlier, and as luck would have it, he seemed to be fairly close to the same measurements. Ranma grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him into the occupied room wear the clothes would be exchanged.

 

 

Downstairs Jerry had met up with a few of the real security guys, and to say that she was a little upset was something of an understatement. “I didn't fucking hire you idiots hide in a fucking laundry room, did I!?”

 

“They were gonna kill us though boss…” A slim ashamed looking man said, as he looked away, red with embarrassment.

 

“Oh, right!” Jerry screamed. “You know, not once when looking over your résumés, did I find that in a situation where security is needed, that all of you fucks would hide out in the basement with your tongues lodged firmly up each others big fat gaping ass holes! This is embarrassing! You dipshits have embarrassed me, and I will not be em-fucking-barrassed in front of fucking anyone! Especially Jasper Garino! I outta skull fuck each and every one of you fat flaming fucks, you hear me!” Jerry now had about twelve guys pressed up against a wall all of whom were cowering in fear.

 

After a moments silence, one man on the verge of tears and shaking violently finally asked, “Wh-what should we do…?”

 

“I'll fucking tell you what to do! You are to go out there and start killing anyone that shouldn't be in this building!”

 

“B-but-”

 

“No buts! If your afraid of dying then let put something in you head to stir around!” Jerry's eyes flashed and started looking dangerous, and even though it seemed impossible, Jerry's voice got louder. “Death is a sweet mercy compared what can happen between you and me in this room alone with a single paper clip! There isn't enough room in Hell for the agony I will inflict upon your fleshy bodies, unless you get your asses out there and start slaughtering every last one of those pin-dick-bug-fuckers right the fuck now!”

 

None could move for a moment and the room seemed to heat up a little, but with one stiff movement Jerry pulled a single paper clip out of her pocket and started bending it in a way that gave it a savage looking hook design to it. Maybe it was a trick of the eye, or the angle of the light, but it was unmistakable to all of them that there seemed to be something red and crusted all around it. It could have been rust, but before Jerry had finished untangling it with a cold glare etched on her face, the door had been knocked off the hinges and her employees were back to work. With only a slight look of disappointment, Jerry bent the paper clip back to the way it was and put it back in her pocket and pulled out a cigar. She stuck it in her mouth, lit it and smiled.

 

 

Ranma pulled the black ski mask over his face and found the stairs leading down back to the ground floor. When he opened the door to the lobby he immediately had guns pointing at him, but all the trigger fingers relaxed and the man standing close to him ask, “What do you want?”

 

“I've got something for the captain, you know where he went?”

 

The man eyed him suspiciously and asked, “He's upstairs at Malone's office with that weird guy… Wait… What's wrong with your ear piece?”

 

“There was a cop upstairs and he jumped me, must have broke in the fight. There might be more around.”

 

The man kept a careful eye on Ranma and said, “I'll tell him myself. Did you kill the cop?”

 

“Nah, I left him alive. I tied him up in room 212.”

 

“Get back up there and keep an eye on him then.”

 

Ranma snorted a bit angrily and turned. “Fine…” He headed back up the stairs and was annoyed that he couldn't weasel his way into the elevator. The last thing he wanted to do was run up to the top floor, but his options were few and short. Each floor became harder and harder to climb and it felt like each step had an increase in gravity until he got to the top and realized that he was still horribly out of shape. His face was slightly red and he breathing was a little heavy on the last step, but with a quick lean against the railing, he caught his breath quickly and opened the door leading towards Bugsy's office. Once again he was greeted with a flurry of turning guns which all eased after getting a good look at him. Ranma didn't wait for anyone to question him this time, but just broke out into hysterics. “Everyone! I saw the Kyoto Hurricane down on the seventh floor!”

 

Attention was grasped from all corners of the hallway and the man who was the captain stepped forward quickly. “Didn't you try to stop him!? Why didn't you use the radio?”

 

“I ain't taking him on alone! I've heard stories about that guy! I didn't want him to hear me so I came up here quietly.”

 

The captain waved at a group of four guys and said, “You show them where he is and kill that guy! He's the last problem we need right now.”

 

“Yessir!” Ranma gave a half assed salute and motioned for the four to follow him. “C'mon!” The five of them ran down a few floors and came to the entrance quietly. “Ok, guys.” Ranma whispered. “We'll get the drop on him, I'll take point.” Ranma waved for one of them to hand him a big shiny SMG, and it was lucky he was wearing a mask because the stupid grin beneath would have given away everything. It was an old trick, but so simple. You just lead them into a room, get behind them and penetrate their defense. Ranma ran into the closest room, shot the opposing wall to shit and yelled, “He's here!”

 

The four guys ran in expecting hell and to an extent they were right. It was odd though; even though Ranma had all this firepower he didn't shoot a single bullets on these guys. No, he didn't shoot a single one, because he was thinking of a plan and a good one. He got behind them like he'd planned and started beating the living daylights out of them at thunderous speeds. Before they knew what was happening, they were all knocked out and Ranma had quite the collection of guns and finally a working headset. He started shooting the guns two at a time in no real order and screaming into the mic. “He's killing us! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Send backup! Send backup!” Quickly he threw all the unconscious guys around and scattered them in the hall in random places. He got into position and waited while firing off a gun at a wall a few times, and then he put on a convincing cover that he was dazed, confused, and scared. He whipped around a few times pretending to look for something when he noticed that the door at the end of the hall had creaked open a little. Ranma back stepped slowly towards it and whispered, “He's here somewhere… I didn't see what room he went into…” The door opened a little wider and a small flood of men pooled out soundlessly.

 

Ranma got behind them and waited until they were all searching and not paying him much notice, which was right when he started running back up the stairs. He got to the top floor a little winded again, but he kept moving. When he opened the door to the hallway he saw something he wasn't expecting. He was expecting to see a few less guys due to his call, but to see someone had already killed every one up here for him in this short time was a shock indeed. The double doors to Bugsy's office looked to be kicked in and apparently Bugsy had put up quite the fight. Ranma panicked, made a rash move and rushed into to see the damage. There was one person in the office and it was not Bugsy Malone, but a man clad in a Hawaiian shirt, rummaging through the desk. Ranma forgot his disguise and asked without thinking, “Tommy, what the hell are you doing?”

 

Tommy Vercetti wheeled around with a gun in hand and started to unload. “Don't fuck with me asshole!”

 

With reactions faster then thought, Ranma fell to the side narrowly missing the hail of bullets, and had his own gun out, but he didn't shoot. “Tommy! What the fuck are you doing here!?”

 

Vercetti pulled the trigger to his fully automatic pistol and forced Ranma to roll away quickly. “You thought you could set up Tommy Vercetti!? No one sets up Tommy Vercetti!” His face was red and he when he shot again he screamed like a maniac. “Hold still asshole!”

 

“Tommy! Holy fuck! It's me! Ranma!” His voice was muted through the gunfire as he spoke and Ranma began to wonder subconsciously where the hell Tommy was getting all this ammo. “Tommy! Stop fucking shooting!”

 

Expelled rounds broke through the wall Ranma had put between him and Tommy, and found that he had to practically kiss the floor to avoid it. “Hey punk! If you manage to get away, tell Jasper the next time he wants to someone out, to do it himself! You fruits'll never kill me! I'm Tommy Vercetti! Remember the name asshole!” and once again bullets flew everywhere.

 

Once the shots stopped Ranma sat up, pulled off his mask and yelled. “Tommy, stop shooting! It's me Ranma!” A moment of silence passed and he was thinking about coming out, until he heard the cocking of a shotgun. He didn't have any time to get down, but it was a miss anyways. The wall just to the left of his head blew to pieces as a nice new uneven hole was made. “Fuck Tommy!”

 

Then silence again and after a while he heard his voice. “Ranma? Why the hell are you in with Jasper?”

 

Ranma got mad. “I'm not in with him you fucking dingbat! I am very much against him! I want to kill him!”

 

Another silence… “Why are you wearing a uniform then?”

 

“Because I beat up a man and stole his clothes, why else!?” Later, Ranma would think that was a stupid statement but it would only ever be a passing thought. “Are you gonna shoot me if I come out?”

 

“I guess not.”

 

Ranma appeared from around the corner, took a look around and asked, “What the fuck's going on? Why are you here?”

 

Tommy shrugged. “Oh, Jasper called me in to repay a debt I owe him, said he wanted me to kill some guy calling himself the Hurricane or something. I don't know about you, but I'm thinking about some Mexican wrestler with a mask when I hear it.” Tommy stopped and gave a look at Ranma. “Do you always look like shit?”

 

“Huh?”

 

Tommy pointed at Ranma in general. “The last time I saw you, ya looked like you'd been shot and dragged through the woods, and now you look like you've been hit in the face with a car engine.”

 

Ranma laughed at how true this actually was. “I like to play rough, and sometimes I get what's coming.” Ranma looked back at the desk and asked, “What are you looking for?”

 

“Bugsy Malone.”

 

Ranma shrugged and smiled. “I don't think he could fit in the desk.”

 

“Very funny wise guy. When we busted in he wasn't here. Then the captain decided to turn all the guns on me, I killed everyone and was looking for clues.”

 

Ranma raised an eyebrow. “You still wanna kill him?”

 

“Nah. You see Bugsy was in here when we got to the door, so I'm looking to see how he got out. I don't plan on running down ten floors for the front door.”

 

Ranma scratched his head. “That's understandable, but I don't think Bugsy made an escape route here.”

 

“How would you know?” Tommy asked suspiciously.

 

“I'm one of the owners, hence why I'm here whooping ass.” As Ranma said it, there was a sound of many shuffling feet coming from the hallway and they both seemed to realize that they had spent too much time catching up. Immediately they both charged out with guns drawn and back-to-back to they fired down each end of the hall.

 

There were screams amongst the gunfire, but the loudest came from Tommy. “You want some of this!” The hallway filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder became thicker and thicker with each spent round. The flood of Jasper's boys seemed to stop for a moment, but there was then the sound of something small and heavy being thrown. Ranma saw it bouncing towards him and his eyes went wide with fright.

 

Without warning he grabbed Tommy and pulled him back into Bugsy's office with him. It was a short second before they both heard the sharp explosion come from the hall, and neither wasted any time. Tommy went and shut the doors the best he could while Ranma started pushing the desk to barricade it. They then grabbed an end of a love seat, chucked it on top of the desk, but when they pulled the filing cabinet about five feet from the wall, they both stopped and looked in amazement. “Is that a laundry shoot?”

 

Tommy gave it a look as well and shook his head. “No, it's a trash shoot.” Tommy beckoned Ranma towards it. “Ladies first.”

 

Without a word Ranma went down the steel slope and as the banging on Bugsy's door started up Tommy hung in the slope, pulled a handle that was screwed into the back of the cabinet and left without a trace.

 

He's just gotten up and brushed himself off when Tommy followed him down and used Ranma's face as a landing pad. What was worse was that Tommy didn't even apologize to him. “Well get out of the way next time!” When they both finished brushing the filth off of them there was a curious sound coming from the darkened basement around them.

 

“Who's there!?” Ranma shouted as he drew his gun up. There was no response, but Ranma caught a glimpse of a sleeve from a shirt behind one of the many columns and he pointed silently to Tommy. He nodded and he pointed his shotgun in the direction and began to unload which is when all the screaming started. Men from every angle began to come out of hiding with guns drawn and to Tommy's surprise; Ranma put a hand on his gun and cut him off from firing it anymore. “Jerico! When did you get here? Where's Hikori?”

 

Tattoo man Jerico lowered his gun and smiled something evil. “Hey, you gave us all a scare. Hikori's decided to go down to Jasper's meeting place with the rummies. He's got something big planned and said that you need to get down there as soon as we're done here.”

 

“Got a plan does he?” Ranma scratched his head and thought for a few seconds. “Have you guys seen Bugsy kicking around?”

 

Jerico shook his head. “No, but we think he's on the first floor. Jerry went to go check it out.”

 

“Ok, I'll follow her up and see what's going on. You guys do a sweep of each floor and get rid of them all.” He then turned to Tommy. “How about you? What are you doing?”

 

Tommy gestured towards the entrance to the parking lot. “I'm heading out, I've got something to take care of. I'll see you around.”

 

“See ya.” Ranma waved him off and turned back to Jerico. “Let's rock.”

 

 

Ranma was getting tired of seeing stairs and even more tired of climbing them, but on the up side a welcoming sight greeted him. Every one in the fake commando suits was now very dead and the trails of bodies lead to the elevator. He went over to it and saw on the fancy old fashion style dial above the doors that it was up on the top floor again. “Oh, for fuck sakes…” He shook his head and pressed the button. He waited a few moments and when the doors slid open he saw a sight that wasn't so welcoming. There were bodies, yes, not all were dead, but they were of the hotel security guards and one in the back was the only one with a large gunshot wound and able to hold as gun since he pointed a shaky one at Ranma. “What the hell happened!?”

 

The guard seemed to recognize Ranma and lowered his gun with an effort. “The boss is up on the ninth floor… Ya gotta help the boss…” Whether he slipped into unconsciousness or died, Ranma didn't know, but he got in and pressed the nine. When the doors slid open again he heard yelling and screaming, but no gun fire. There were dead guys everywhere and the walls were splattered red. Definably Jerry's handiwork, but Ranma stepped slowly with caution anyways. He approached a room where the yelling was coming from and peered in to see quite the situation. It took Ranma a moment to realize that it was Ukyo's private room, but that wasn't the only problem.

 

Jerry was between two people, Ryouga and the captain that Ranma has assumed dead. Ukyo was covering Ryouga against his will and Jerry had a gun to her chest and on the other side she had another gun pointed randomly at Akane whom was covering the captain against her will. What was more was that Akane had a gun to her head and Jerry seemed to be seriously debating the issue. There was no time. If Ranma marched in he risked being shot by the irate Jerry and the captain with an itchy trigger finger. He couldn't make a plan because there was no plan. He had to take the risk to save Akane, so he went in with his gun drawn, hoping the captain would take a shot at him and in turn Jerry take her shot on him.

 

Something happened and it was so quick, Ranma had to look down to see what had happened. He marched in, yes, but there was one person he hadn't seen. There was a man hiding behind the door and he was scared out of his mind. He was in a cheap suit; his skin was pale and covered in a cold sweat and he was thin like he had forgotten to eat for some time. A junky that must have hid in Ukyo's room when the gunfire started, and he had but one weapon. A long thin needle full of his addictive product. When Ranma came in he became scared enough to strike without thinking and buried the needle deep into Ranma's leg. It felt as though the veins in his leg were going to burst with the speed and pressure in which the fluid entered him. Only one person in the room shot a bullet and it was Jerry, who shot the addict between the eyes, who in turn received a bullet in her chest. Then it all started.

 

Jerry went down blinded with pain and firing the guns in any direction, especially in the direction of Akane. Ranma made a dash to cover Akane, but Ryouga was closer and was reacting faster then he thought. Ryouga pushed Ukyo to the ground and covered Akane as he felt hot lead enter through his back. Ryouga fell to the ground taking Akane with him and leaving Ranma open for the kill. He ran and tried to fire, but his gun was empty, so instead he just threw it and kept charging. His heart beat fast and his head started feeling funny. For a moment his eyes blurred and heard shots fired at him. All missed and soon Ranma lunged for the captain, his left hand grabbed hold of the gun, but his right was caught and quickly the captain spun Ranma fast and threw him towards the large window. He was thrown with such forced that he felt his back break through and shatter the glass and soon he was outside in the night sky, nine stories up, with the captain's gun in his hand.

 

He felt himself falling and there was a crawling feeling in his chest, but without thinking he took aim fired a single shot into the head of the captain. After that he watched the window fly further and further away from him and saw Akane's head come over the ledge and scream his name.

 

 

(J. Ralf - Kansas City Shuffle: Two things. Yes, I saw Lucky Number Sleven and love this song and holy crap I haven't updated in a while. I'm going back to school and didn't realize how much of my time it was going to take up. Anyways, I've thought of a way to remedy this problem. For my last bunch of chapters I'm going to make them shorter, but in turn there's going to be more chapters then before. This is just so they come out faster. Oh, and there's a new Ranma/GTA crossover. *Wipes tear* I can't help but think I started something. I'm so happy!)