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Post by Brian O'Conner on Mar 31, 2013 2:27:20 GMT 2
"This is a stupid idea." Brian muttered and it wasn't the first time. He had been saying the same thing to Mia and then to his brother at least 10 times since they had left Los Angeles. Why exactly he had decided to join Jack on his recovery mission. It was the only way to make sure he wasn't getting any second thoughts and he might run into trouble that he couldn't handle all alone. Currently the brothers were sitting in a line at the border and Brian hoped with everything he got that the evidence Walter had provided was good enough to make him a free man and his passport valid to leave the country. Nervously he tapped his finger while he looked at the officers checking the cars ahead. "You don't have any outstanding warrants or anything, do you?" Then again, unless they were wanted by the FBI what did the Mexicans care? His tension grew when it was their turn but to his great surprise they got waved through without a problem. "Where to now?" He asked rolling down the window and letting the warm breeze ruffle his hair. He carefully slid his hand into the pocket Jack had manufactured in the side of his seat to stash whatever he wanted undetected. In this case two guns.
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Post by Sam Ward on Mar 31, 2013 23:55:09 GMT 2
The hands on his watch were steadily moving on and on as Jack O'Conner ran out of time. He had a mere 17 hours left to get back what he once called his own and what was now safely stored in a cool box in Sam Wards trunk. He was a man who held his word if Jack did the same.
His personal helpers had been effective in spotting the now 8 fingered blonde leave his motel of choice. Sam had paid each of the street kids a hundred bucks to keep their eyes open and the call came at 3 am that he was leaving. Only a little later Sam was on his way. This time he had to guess. First he checked the docks but when he came up empty handed he had to get Stephanos help who had cops with access to traffic surveillance on his pay roll.
The sun was rising when they picked up Jack's plates near San Diego and Sam was on his way with a cup of coffee in the cup holder and a gun under the seat. He was prepared to do whatever it took to make sure those goods made his way back to Stephano.
So he drove the hell out of his car to catch up with the guy who had giving him stomach aches with his stubbornness and stupidity.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Apr 1, 2013 14:23:41 GMT 2
"It may be a stupid idea, but it may also be the only way to lure Sam out in the open," Jack retorted, leaving it at that. He only had a couple of hours left to get his fingers back and reattached before that time window would close, not a pleasant thought. Still, him loosing his fingers would be nothing compared to what he'd do to Sam once the tables were turned. The rules were different in Mexico than they were in the US; the local people of some shitty town in Mexico wouldn't bat an eye if something violent were to occur... Ignoring Brian's question on whether or not he had any outstanding warrants, Jack gave customs a curt nod when they let the Challenger pass without a fuss. Crossing the border going into Mexico rarely ever posed a problem; it was when you returned that you needed to have the right papers on you (not to mention your wits if you were smuggling anything back into the US). Over the years, the border security had become much more strict with far more patrols; every vehicle was checked, whether they were suspicious or not. It was why most drug runners tended to take alternative routes nowadays. Jack already had his planned out, but whether everything would go down smoothly with both laws and Dieseli's dog breathing down his neck still remained to be seen. "Now we're off to adventure, bro," he answered, smiling wanly for a moment before his expression faded into something more serious. "You know, I'm sorry I got you dragged into this, man." He wasn't looking at his brother as he said the words, but for once, he did mean them. Jack only had his own life at risk, but Brian had to worry about his kids' safety as well. He couldn't imagine the pressure that added to the already dire situation.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Apr 1, 2013 21:58:37 GMT 2
Brian let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when they got passed the border check point and leaned back in his seat.
He closed his eyes when Jack started actually speaking for the first time during this fateful trip. Calling it an adventure didn't sit too well with Brian though who was worried beyond believe about his children and had to answer calls from Mira on an hourly basis. He was ready to give Jack a piece of his mind when he actually apologized. Brian opened his eyes and looked over at his brother wonder how sincere his apology was. His expression was rare...one of concern and true compassion.
Brian bit his lip and nodded. "Don't worry about me, just hope the babies will be fine." He had to look out the window to somewhat hide his own feeling about the issue. The two little beings had just come into his life and now some cruel mobster boss had ordered to take them away from him again. "I'll kill the guy..." He started about the plans he had with Sam. If the man gave him a reason he would, no matter if he was going to prison for it.
Once again he rolled his head around to look at Jack's wrapped up hand. Blood was still seeping through the bandage. "How are you doing?" Why Brian would even show compassion towards his brother he wasn't sure. It was probably just the person he was.
Closing his eyes he was soon out like a light because he hadn't slept more than three hours at a time for a few days and was beyond tired.
The landscape outside changed only in the looks of the houses and streets but it stayed equally dry with few plants only. The further they got into Mexico the fewer American cars were around.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Apr 4, 2013 0:22:17 GMT 2
"I'll live..." was all Jack answered when Brian asked how he was. What more was there to say? He only had himself to blame for the mess he was in, so why bother complaining? Silence returned between the two brothers, and while the open road stretched out in front of them, Jack pushed the gas pedal further down, letting the Challenger stretch her legs. Out here in the middle of nowhere, he didn't see much other traffic anyway. While the engine settled into a steady rhythm, it soon became clear that the low rumble of the Challenger would be the only sound keeping him company for the rest of the ride. With Brian sleeping in the passenger's seat he had no one to talk to or annoy, which meant he'd have to find his entertainment elsewhere. Anything to keep the void inside him from consuming him. Unfortunately, the box of Cd's was out of reach under the passenger seat, but there still seemed to be something in the player; Jack pushed the button to turn on the deck, and soon twanging guitars filled the car. "Shot down in a blaze of glory. Take me now, but know the truth: 'Cause I'm going down in a blaze of glory..."Funny how fitting the words to this particular song were to some of Jack's own thoughts, thoughts that were ranging from his own mortality to his desire for revenge on Sam. The pain in his right hand was somewhat numbed by painkillers now, rather than by alcohol, but the sight of those two missing fingers still wasn't pretty; the possibility of having to spend the rest of his (possibly short) life with only eight digits only fueled his hatred for the asshole even more... ------------ After a nearly three hour ride, the Challenger turned onto a dust road that lead into a small village with a seemingly tranquil appearance. However, when Jack shut down the engine and stepped out of the car, a man appeared out of one of the houses, shotgun in hand, shouting something in Spanish. Jack raised his hands, though it didn't take long before a shit-eating grin appeared on his face. "Carlos. Es esta la manera de saludar a un amigo?" he spoke with barely an accent present. The man lowered his shotgun, looking mildly surprised before he too began to smirk. "Sonuvabitch, Jack. Your fucking gringo ass wasn't supposed to show 'till tomorrow." "It already is tomorrow, man," Jack retorted, banging a fist on the roof of the Challenger to wake his brother up.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Apr 4, 2013 1:45:55 GMT 2
The loud banging on the roof tore Brian completely from his sleep. Had he just imagined it all? The issue with the mob, his kids being kidnapped, a dreadful long trip to Mexico? The burning hot sun shining in through the window his head was leaning against brought him back to a reality where he saw his brother standing and talking to some dark haired guy in a wife beater with fat shotgun in his meat fingers. Automatically his hand found his own gun in the secret seat pocket before he opened the door and got out. He didn't aim the weapon but had it in his hand, just in case. "Didn't know you speak Spanish." He retorded about the bit of the conversation he had caught still half asleep. Then he let out a long yawn never bothering to cover his mouth. He knew better than to ask a lot of questions down here with possible drug dealers so Brian kept his mouth shut and relied on his brother to walk him through this safely. But who was he kidding?
On the other side of the unpaved street a few more men stopped and casted some glances over at the Americans, which made Brian slightly uncomfortable.
-- Sam had now also reached the border and stepped into a small container office with one of the officers, who was on Stephanos pay roll. He handed him a picture of both O'Conners and one of the car. It took the guard a moment but then he nodded and confirmed that he had seen them about three hours ago.
Sam bit down hard on his lip. Three hours was more of a head start than he wanted them to have.
A call was placed and more guys south of the border informed to call Sam if they spotted Jack's vehicle. Until the he would just head south.
"Pull them out when they come back!" He ordered the man and then walked back out.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Apr 5, 2013 14:41:33 GMT 2
Carlos merely snorted at Jack's response before his dark eyes turned towards the Challenger's passengers side. It was purely instinct that made the Mexican re-raise his shotgun when he saw that the unfamiliar American stepping out of the car was armed. He trusted Jack to some degree, but he had never said anything about bringing a second guy. Was this a trap? "¿Quién es el hombre armado," he demanded, his trigger-finger lingering on the trigger, ready to squeeze one off. "Wow, wow. Suavizar, Carlos, él es mi hermano. Él está bien." Jack was quick to push the barrel of the shotgun back down so it was aiming at the ground again while he shot his brother an irritated look. Count on Brian to fuck this thing up before it had even started. It had taken him a while to forge this... friendship, for lack of a better word, but trust was still easily broken if one wrong move was made. "Alright, but if he tries anything, it's on you, white boy." With that, Carlos walked back to the front door he'd come out of, shouting something inside the house; a female voice shouted back. Meanwhile, Jack turned towards his older brother. "There's many things you don't know about me, bro," he grumbled, clearly still a bit irritated. "Now put that gun away. We're on friendly turf here." Thankfully, Carlos didn't leave the brothers waiting much longer. He returned with car keys in his hands, and nodded towards his own beat-up sedan. "Follow me, fellas." Jack didn't need to be told twice; he wanted this done and over with sooner rather than later as he slid back behind the wheel of his Challenger, waited for Brian to occupy the passengers seat before he started the engine. Soon, they were following Carlos over the dusty roads, his Challenger easily keeping pace with the sedan as the Mexican led the way further into the desert. (OOC: If you want, you can let them arrive at the location, add some NPC's, aliens, do whatever, I don't mind )
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Post by Sam Ward on Apr 5, 2013 18:29:33 GMT 2
For the longest time Sam had been driving south aimlessly hoping he was still on the right track. After all his own head was on the line here. While driving south he fixed his eyes on the road thinking about all the possibilities how things could play out. If worse came to worst he might receive the order to kill the babies and what would he do then?
Just when he was about to get real dark visions a call from Stephano s men came in. The brother of a certain 'Carlos Ramirez let him know that he knew where Jack was and for the right price he'd make sure he didn't leave.
"You just hold him there and I'll reward you!" He punched the location into his navi
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Apr 5, 2013 18:44:55 GMT 2
Oh the folks his brother liked to mix with. Here he was looking down the barrell of some Mexican drug dealing sleaze ball's gun. How Brian hated occassions like this. He didn't lower his gun until the man did but even when it wasn't aiming at the dark skinned man's forehead any more he never let his hand slip off the butt of his own 9 mm.
"Friendly turf." He snorted with sarcasm but followed Jack's example and got back into the car to follow the old vehicle.
While Jack was driving down the dirt road leaving a long trail of dust behind them Brian looked over at him. For his taste his brother was way too comfortable here doing sketchy illegal business. "I'm not going to ask you when in your fucked up life you decided this was the right turn for you to take." Somehow he felt the urge to let Jack know what exactly he thought about his 'career' even though he probably knew it anyway.
Twenty minutes they rode past cacti and donkeys until they arrived at a few old wooden barns with a nearby airstrip.
Brian braced himself for whatever might come. From the backseat he grabbed his kevlar vest to be on the safe side before he followed Jack outside.
Carefull he scanned the area and made out a few people at the air strip where a small plane was waiting.
The Mexican however led them to one of the barns. Brian's eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness when he pocked his head inside. He made out a variety of wooden crates but decided to watch what was going on outside.
"Do your thing. I'll keep an eye on what's going on outside." He told Jack and turned his back on the barn.
Inside the man turned towards Jack. "We'll keep 10 percent of it...like agreed." He motioned for one of the smaller crates in the back. "Good storage has it's price." He gave Jack a toothy grin knowing very well that he was charging an arm and a leg when the guy had no other choice.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Apr 5, 2013 22:02:51 GMT 2
As expected, Brian wasn't at all comfortable in the environment they currently found themselves in. Not like Jack was. Just a shame, deep down he felt totally the opposite. Self destructive or not, his overly self assured and cocky behavior was often nothing more but a veneered act that he displayed on the surface, meant to conceal his real personality from those around him.
"Aren't you? cause you know you just did," Jack muttered quietly. He could feel Brian's eyes still on him, but he didn't bother giving his brother an actual answer. It wasn't like he had any other talents beside running his mouth and getting his ass into trouble, anyway. Granted, he knew his way around cars and pretty much anything else with an engine, but after he'd been fired from his last garage job due to a fight with one of the other mechanics, and even Burger King wouldn't hire him (okay, okay, he hadn't tried Burger King, because there was no way in hell he would ever lower himself to become a fucking burger flipper), he'd simply given up on legal jobs. Why work nine to five for some crappy pay, when there was easier, faster money to be made in a not so legal way? Morals be damned...
...too bad he hadn't counted in the loss of two of his fingers though.
After about twenty minutes, Jack pulled up close behind Carlos' beat-up sedan as they parked in the shadows of one of the wooden barns. It was definitely the kind of remote place you'd expect a drug deal or some other shady business to go down; any potential trouble would be seen arriving from miles away and witnesses were few. It was exactly why they'd chosen this location to stash the stuff.
Jack nodded when Brian told him he'd stay outside, and followed Carlos into the barn by himself. No sooner they were inside, or Carlos went straight down to business, claiming 10 percent of the shipment. It made Jack raise his eyebrows in a less than friendly manner.
"10 percent, huh? I thought we'd agreed on five," he answered, watching a sly grin form on the Mexican's face. Truth was, they hadn't agreed on anything yet. Jack knew Carlos was testing him, much in the same way as he was testing Carlos now.
"How much of this have you been snorting already anyway, huh?" Now that clearly rubbed the Mexican the wrong way, because the grin was beginning to diminish. Still, Carlos kept most of his cool... for now.
"You don't trust me, gringo? Why don't you check for yourself. Everything is untouched."
For a moment, Jack scrutinized the other man before he moved towards the first crate for examination, though he never truly let Carlos out of his sight while doing so.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Apr 7, 2013 10:19:22 GMT 2
While Jack was trying to bargain inside and make sure everything was still where he'd left it Brian spotted a cloud of dust in the distance approaching them at rapid speed. He cocked his gun and hollered for his brother. "We have company, Jack. Hurry up!" The ex-cop didn't know who was approaching but whoever it was it couldn't be good. His heart picked up its pace with every second the car came closer. As it rolled over a hill he could finally make out the shape of a transporter. "It's a transporter." he shouted and backed into the open door of the barn.
Carlos, who so far had kept his eyes on Jack now turned towards him and assure him in a calm tone. "That's the van to transport your stuff. It's my cousin so relax, gringo."
Brian shot a quick glance over his shoulder at the man, who didn't seem trustworthy at all. "Jack?"
Carlos had made his way back to the crates that Jack was inspecting. "10 percent, no less. You get the van and a container at the docks. How does this sound for you?"
At the door Brian was breaking out in sweat because if there were more than one or two men coming out of that vehicle he'd be in trouble. With his gun aimened he waited in the half shadows but soon enough figured out that the one guy leaving the driver side wasn't armed so he lowered his gun.
The overweight Mexican sporting a pretty mohawk approached him like it was his daily business to deal with armed strangers. "Here are the keys but we don't have a container yet." "Why not?" Brian's eyes narrowed because he expected to get screwed over any moment. "Our containers coming in from Chile are still being unloaded. They'll be ready in an hour or two." "This isn't good. We're on a tight schedule."
Brian moved inside to Jack and whispered. "Get this done now. I have a bad feeling about these guys."
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Post by Sam Ward on Apr 7, 2013 10:41:29 GMT 2
The closer he got to the location, that the Mexican had told him, the more he could feel adrenalin rushing through his veins. On this open desert they'd see him coming from miles and would most likely fire on sight. Yet Sam didn't wear any protection. He never did. His navigation system indicated that he was only a mile away from their location so he stopped the car on the bottom of a small hill and decided to walk up to check the perimeter without a big cloud of dust surrounding him that gave away his arrival. Sweating and breathing hard he jogged up the hill. From its top he could see the barn and three cars in front of it. He lifted his binoculars to his eyes and steadied his breathing. Nobody was in sight. They were probably inside the old building. Quickly he walked back down and sat inside his car. From under the seat he pulled out a rifle, another pistol and few magazines to be ready for the 5 or 6 people he expected. Then he started his engine and as slowly as he could approached the top of the hill to avoid kicking up a whirl of dust, then he geared out and let the vehicle roll down the hill without a sound. So far nobody came outside. The last few hundred meters he started the engine again to arrive as fast as he could. His fists tightened around two pistols to be ready once the came outside. While he was hiding behind the car he could feel his heart race. If it came to a shoot out he might not get very lucky. Only a second later Jack's brother poked his head out, also with a gun in his hand, so Sam took a deep breath and shouted. "Put down your weapon. This can go down without any blood shedding. Your choice." Brian turned his head to Jack yelling. "It's Dieselis lapdog. How did he find us?" OOC: I'm having too much fun with these pics
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Apr 8, 2013 12:11:11 GMT 2
Jack inspected the crates quickly, making sure that everything was still as it should be. All the while, he ignored his brother's jittery behavior. It was never wise to show these guys that you were nervous, though admittedly, even Jack himself was starting to feel a bit uneasy at the prospect of having to wait another two hours.
Still, what other choice did he have at this point?
Just as he was about to extend his (left) hand to seal the deal (after all, 10 percent wasn't that steep; he'd still make a pretty penny of the remaining 90 percent of the shipment, if Dieseli was taken care off before he'd return to the US, of course), two things happened that Jack hadn't foreseen. The first was the very unexpected sound of the voice outside; Sam's. The second was the sound of two guns being cocked at practically the same time. Jack didn't need to look down to know that one of them was aimed at him; he could feel the business end of it pressing against his stomach just fine. Unfortunately, glancing at his brother, it soon became apparent that Brian was also held at gunpoint by the other Mexican, and was forced to hand over his own weapon.
"Better do as he says, cabrón," the Mexican hissed into Brian's ear, holding his gun against the back of the blond's head.
The phrase 'shit out of luck' flashed through Jack's mind.
Every muscle in his body tensed, fully expecting to get shot straight away now, but thankfully, all Carlos did was smirk at him.
"Sorry, mi amigo. Snowflake outside offered us a much better deal if we handed your ass over, and with the economy down... well, you know how it is."
"Caer muerto, pendejo," Jack spat back.
That only earned him another smirk from Carlos before the Mexican addressed his cousin. "Miguel!¡Vamos!"
Both brothers were strictly kept at gunpoint as the burly Mexican began pushing Brian back outside, back into the scorching hot sun. Carlos followed with Jack, who looked anything but pleased with the current situation. At this (gun)point, the window of opportunity to escape was pretty much non-existent and it was clear neither him nor Brian was going anywhere fast. The only place to run was straight across an open arena to more open area, and even if they did get that bold, Jack doubted they’d get very far without at least one of them getting shot.
No, they'd better bide their time for a bit... however much time was left, anyway.
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Post by Sam Ward on Apr 8, 2013 19:06:02 GMT 2
With one gun pointing at him from the front and one from the back Brian had no other choice than to lower his own weapon and follow the Mexican's instructions. He never let the gun slip from his fingers though. "How did you find us?" He growled over at Sam while he took a step out in the scroching hot sun, that instantly blinded him. Suddenly he didn't care much about the drugs anymore. Instead he focused on the man, who was holding his babies hostage. He closed the distance with even steps even though he knew what the man had done to his brother. "Where are my kids?" He demanded to know completely ignoring Jack's presence. Carlos followed them outside with his gun still trained on the younger O'Conner. When he reached Stephanos man he straightened his back holding out his left hand for what had been promised to him. With worry Brian watched the exchange.
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Post by Sam Ward on Apr 8, 2013 19:15:15 GMT 2
Sam never let his eyes of Brian, who was walking towards him. He was well aware what desperation could cause a man to do.
When Brian picked up his pace and crossed the distance he aimed at his head making perfectly clear who was calling the shots. An explanation about the whereabouts of the children never left his mouth.
Instead his eyes quickly flickered over to the younger brother. His face reveled how little pleased he was with him. "I thought I made myself clear that you'd call me when you recover the goods." His eyes narrowed while he was contemplating whether he still needed both O'Conners now that he had the 'goods'. He came to the conclusion that he did not only prefer not to kill anybody but also figured that the shit storm that followed killing a fed or ex-fed would not be in Stephanos best interest. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." A fly landed on the back of his hand that was holding the gun but he never flinched.
Both Mexicans were sweating and growing nervous because they understood that this man played out of their league.
"One reason. You have five seconds. Five, four, Three..."
Before he finished counting he lowered the gun to aim at Jack's toes....maybe he could match them to his hand. A single shot fired, when Brian raised his gun at him with a terrified scream.
In one swift movement Sam changed his aim at Brian's chest, who instantly froze and lifted his hands.
"A bullett for you, too? Here I was thinking those kids need their father."
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Apr 9, 2013 19:05:23 GMT 2
"Must have slipped my mind," Jack growled in response. Even with a gun pressing against the side of his ribcage, he still wasn't willing to give in and bend the knee. And neither was Brian, it seemed.
"Brian! Fuck! Don't be stupid!" Jack yelled just as Sam began his countdown, his eyes going wide when Sam no longer aimed his gun at his brother, but turned it on him instead...
...Oh crap.
A small fountain of dust and sand sprayed up when the bullet tore into the earth just inches away from one of his feet. Sam was either a crappy shot or he actually hadn't intended to hit him. Whatever the case, it seemed like this was his lucky day, because Jack hadn't been the only one surprised by the shot.
Not wasting any time on using that very small moment of panic to his advantage, Jack moved purely on instinct. Adrenaline had taken over now, surging through him to drown out the throbs and aches in his injured hand, masking sharp pain from the sudden movement as he brought up his right elbow to deal out a blow to Carlos' nose, hard enough to break the bone. Meanwhile, Jack's good hand had taken a hold of the gun's barrel, and he'd quickly maneuvered the gun in such a way that it broke the Carlos' finger on the trigger before he'd taken the weapon from the Mexican's hand just as he slumped to his knees.
A loud report rung through the air then.
"Arggh, mi pierna!" Miguel wailed, both hands gripping his leg where blood gushed out of neat, little hole. His gun lay out of reach a few yards away, likely where it had been dropped in shock.
Jack's foot shoved the gun further out of the Mexican's reach while his eyes turned onto Sam now, along with the still lightly smoking barrel of the gun he'd just fired.
"You really think Dieseli's gonna pat you on the back after you finish this job? You're nothing but a tool, bro. You'll be a loose end, just like me." His aim didn't waver anymore than Sam's did, nor did his eyes betray any emotions. Sam was a smart guy (or so Jack hoped, at least); he'd figure out what he was implying.
And if not? well... they could always try and find out who the faster and better shot was...
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Apr 9, 2013 20:42:52 GMT 2
Just when Sam pulled the trigger and then aimed at Brian as his new target Jack decided to have a brave moment. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his brother jump into action. He grabbed the Mexicans gun and shot the other one with it, which didn't help much since Sam was still aiming his gun at him.
For a moment Brian contemplated raising his own gun and simply trying who'd be faster. By the time he had his gun up he'd be most likely dead. Jack didn't seem to take this small detail into consideration. Brian could see Sam twitch for a split second. Next thing he knew he was in the guys grip with a gun pressed to his head. Seeing what Sam had done to Jack's hand and that he worked under Stephano he knew he was capable of pulling the trigger so he squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel the muscles in Sam's arm move against the side of his head but the hole in his head never follow. Instead the guys used him as a human shield against his own brother.
In the dirt of the Mexican desert two wounded, angry guys were scrambling for a gun that was now in Jack's hand. When they noticed their disadvantage the shouted for Sam to help them. "Shoot them, right now. Take the freight home. Only five percent." One was studdering with pained expression while the other was trying to stop the blood from flowing freely down his mouth and chin.
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Post by Sam Ward on Apr 9, 2013 20:48:59 GMT 2
With Brian in his tight grip and a gun to his temple Sam felt the need to enlighten Jack. "Don't get cute with me now, Jack. I've had enough of you." His completely disregarded the guys rant about Sam just being another loose end. Of course he was aware of that possibility but as long as he was doing a good job he'd be a well paid neccessity for the old man. "Not if I deliver the product and you...dead or alive."
His gaze changed to the Mexicans who were pushing for their money but with how things were going Sam no longer felt the need to pay them. So he simply commented. "Deal's off." jack had saved him that part of his work. He heard one of them inhale to object to he simply shook his head. "Ah, ah."
Hi eyes now turned to jack again. "Lower your gun and I'll let your brother live....and you. All I want is to ship the goods back to California. isn't that what we both want?" Demonstratively he lifted the gun away from Brian's temple. "Put down your gun. So will I."
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Apr 10, 2013 15:15:42 GMT 2
Jack cursed under his breath when Sam grabbed Brian and used him as a human shield while placing the barrel of his gun against his brother's temple. You'd think as an ex-cop/ex-FBI agent, Brian would be trained for situations just like this, but no... Brian had been as easily caught as a meek lamb...
Fuck...
"Let him go," Jack growled, pausing for a moment to read Sam's body language. To his knowledge, most people that threatened a stand off like this, had no intention of following through with their bluff. You could tell by the way they held themselves, or by the look in their eye. This man however, was not wavering in the slightest. His eyes bore straight into him with a stare that told Jack he wasn't just trying to out bluff. He actually had every intention of shooting his brother if need be and would have no qualms about doing so if he did.
While he had been a pretty good shot with his right hand, (before said hand was missing a thumb and an index finger, at least), Jack wasn't confident enough to take the shot with his left hand. With no other choice (though there was still a healthy dose of hesitation), he mirrored Sam's move, thumbing on the safety before he slowly lifted his gun until it was aimed at the sky rather than at Sam's body (or Brian's, for that matter). His other hand followed suit in a surrendering gesture, indicating he had no more tricks up his sleeve while behind him the two Mexicans were still laying in the sand, groaning and moaning through their pain.
"I payed off a captain and his crew to help me ship the cocaine back to the US. He's docked at the port of Lázaro Cárdenas, but he won't wait there forever..." Jack's eyes never left Sam's as he spoke. No matter what Sam had said or promised, Jack didn't trust the guy as far as he could throw him. If Sam wanted the goods shipped to the US though, he'd do wise to keep him around, because the captain would only want to deal with him, and no one else. The man wasn't stupid; he knew the risks...
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Apr 10, 2013 15:46:13 GMT 2
Sam was ready to pull the trigger on Brian, maybe not to kill but to immobilize when his brother made the first wise move for days. He lifted his weapon and injured hand indicating that he was giving up. With satisfaction Sam let go of Brian and reached for Jack's gun.
The tension had been almost unbarable for Brian because he was well aware how easily Sam could end his life. Instead he got released at least for now. Taking a few good, deep breaths he rubbed his head and stepped away from the hired gun.
"We'd better not waste any time." Sam smirked slightly because things were starting to shape up.
He ordered the brothers to get into the truck after loading it and tied their hands to the headrests with zip cuffs.
"Adios, Carlos." he told the two Mexicans without a hint of regret or care what would happen to them.
The truck whirled up a cloud of dust again when they left the meeting point in a different vehicle leaving the other cars behind.
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