Dope Sat in the truck with his brother Kilo, talking about how his life had drastically changed for the best. He was jolly about it, not one of those sob tales about how he grew up hard.  Because that just wouldn't be true, he had a set of parents, but they never poked their noses into the underworld. Kilo and Dope had been split up at a young age due to the fact that Dope left home. He wasn't the type to live under another man's roof or rules, he needed privacy. The truck was a flatbed, covered with a blue tarp. Under the tarp were twenty keys of pure cocaine. Dope had purchased them in Chicago at four grand per key. He drove to New York where he planned to offload them for nine grand a key. He was looking at a hundred thousand dollar profit, which he would kick up a third to Chong. Dope would also pay Kilo ten thousand for tagging along, even though it was dangerous, Kilo really needed the money. Dope carried a .45 under the seat, as well as a Thompson machine gun  on the rear window. They had both been sitting there for well over an hour, but that was Dopes fault. He hated being late and grew suspicious if the second party was late. This wasn't his first rodeo either, he had already become moderately wealthy from this trade. 

"Listen Kilo, the second party should be here in the next ten minutes. When they show up, I want you to stay in the truck. You don't need to be associated with these types of people, they are bad." Said Dope

"Why Must you treat me like a child? Remember who I am, your brother, the man carrying the other .45" Said Kilo

With that said, a black flatbed truck pulled up from behind the corner. Each party Sat in their ride looking at each other for a couple of moments, then two men exited the opposite truck. They motioned for Dope and Kilo to get down, with Tommy guns in their hands. Dope exited  the vehicle but motioned for Kilo to stay, he walked towards the men as if he were new to this. One of the men motioned for him to spread his legs and reach out his arms before proceeding to search him. After searching him they led him to the rear of the truck where they proceeded to get down to business.

"Dope, How dare you disrespect my presence by leaving a third party in the truck. I suggest you walk your ass back and retrieve him for me." Snorted Jericho.

"What are you doing here Jericho? Where is Michael? Answered. Dope.

"Michael got caught up in the business, you know how it is. He sent me to oversee the deal. And here you are wasting my time" Said Jericho.

"It's none of your business who I brought with me, now are we here to do business or not?" Said Dope

Jericho motioned for his men to unload the truck, he then unloaded two suitcases from his truck and set them down at Dopes feet. Dope hated Jericho, he was an assassin forthe Michael, now they werent part of any family but he was still a respectable drug dealer. Dope had planned to kill Jericho many times, and it was times like this that made Dope hate him more. Dope took the suitcases back to his truck and proceeded to pull out. Jericho used his two fingers to make a pretend gun, he pointed them at Kilo and pretended to fire. Dope hit the brakes, and unmounted the Tommy gun, he put the truck in park and stepped out.

Jericho had already anticipated this move, he pulled out a nine millimeter and fired off the whole clip at Dopes truck before jumping behind his vehicle. He reloaded and ordered his men into position. It was as if Jericho had almost planned for it to go down this way, but Michael wasn't that well known to try to impress like this. Unless Jericho had other plans, maybe taking out his boss and getting away with over 20 keys of coke. He looked like one of those people, untrustworthy, sly, vicious, and greedy.  Jericho set his men up in a tactical position, two men in the front to lay down cover fire, while he and another man were in the bed taking precisely well aimed shots. One of his men ran and slid under the truck, where he used his blade to cut off the straps to an ammo box. 

Dope had his truck parked sideways, he was kneeling down with Kilo taking cover as bullets flew by hitting the doors and windows. He knew he was in this for the long run, there was almost no way out. Unless he sat there and waited for Jericho to run out of ammo, but who knew how long that would be. Dope ducked under the truck and busted off a few rounds from the Thompson, but it didn't look like it helped. Kilo Sat hunched over with the .45 between his legs, it looked as if one of Jerichos bullets has pierced and went through the front tire where he was sitting. It seemed to have struck him in the left kidney, Kilo was bleeding profusely. Knowing he was running out of time, Dope crawled back under his truck and fired several rounds from Kilos .45, ripping through the head of one of the henchmen. He continued firing the weapon till the clip was empty. 

Jericho was kneeling in the back, smiling at his upcoming victory, when a bulllet tore through Franks forehead. He ordered Tank to get inside the truck and drive. Then he and CK hopped in the bed ready to make a getaway, he couldn't waste to much time here.  He had to be back at Michaels after a quick stop at his warehouse. Tank jumped up and jumped into the passenger seat of the truck, he then crawled into the driver seat and started the engine. Jericho yelled for him to drive the truck out.

Upon seeing this, Dope rose from under the truck and picked up the Thompson, he squeezed the trigger and let lightning strike into the front cab of Jerichos truck. A couple of bullets caught Tank in the shoulder causing him to swerve, but he kept course and sped off. Dope ran to Kilo, where he was shocked to see a pool of blood around his brothers body. He quickly thought of the family doctor, jumped in his truck and started back to the city. He figured he would drop Kilo off and race to Las Vegas to warn Michael of Jerichos plans. 

 Dope had been driving for well over an hour, Kilo was bleeding heavily in the front seat. Dope would slap his brother in the face every so often, urging him not to go towards the light. Finally Dope turned down the dusty road, it was located out in the boonies. He remembered coming here the first time he was shot, an attempt to gun him down. There was a gate out front, maybe ten feet tall. Guarded by masked men wielding uzies. Dope gave his identification and the reason he was visiting. Once inside, he raced to Dr. Moses door step where he was met by the doctor himself. Dr. Moses was an old man, in his latest forties maybe early fifties. He was so kind, it kinda made you wonder why a kind old man needed bodyguards at his gate. They both carried Kilo inside and laid him on a makeshift bed that Moses had set up. Moses motioned for Dope to leave the room, reassuring him that this wasn't major and everything would be ok. Dope stepped out and walked to the restroom where he washed his face. Dope stared into the mirror, admiring the monster he had become, but at the same time saddened at the sudden turn of events. What if Michael was in on this the whole time he thought, what if Las Vegas was gonna be his falling ground? Dope walked to the kitchen, left fifty thousand dollars in one hundred dollar bills on the table and walked out the front door. He needed to get to his safehouse and drop off the truck. It was only a few miles from where Moses lived. He fingered his .45, which was hot in his waist and he set off.

 Jericho was already at his warehouse, unloading his prize. Ck was in the front barking orders while Tank lay on the side suffering from his many gunshot wounds. The warehouse was big, at least a couple of acres. Once the cocaine was completely offloaded, Jericho ordered Tank and a few more men into the truck. They were heading to Las Vegas, Jericho pulled out a sawn off shotgun from his trench coat and fired off a round into the back of Tanks head. Warning his men that they were of no use to him if they got shot. They drove out of the warehouse and into the night.

Michael Sat in his private booth at the Cheetah club. It was almost a routine, he would handle all his business, and at night attend the cheetahs club with his wife Amy. He ordered the same thing every night, a T-Bone steak, a bottle of wine and a Cuban cigar. Only this night he sat alone, wondering about how the deal with Dope was going. He thought so long and hard to himself, that he started growing suspicious. Michael loved Dope, he saw him as the son he never had.  Jericho on the other hand was a good kid also, but he hung around with some bad people and didn't grow up as Michael had planned. Michael got up, laid a thousand on his table and walked out of the club. He just felt wrong, but they were just feelings. He drove home where he was greeted at the gate by his personal security guard. After going inside his eleven bedroom mansion, he showered and laid down, waiting for tomorrow.

Dope had just left his safe house in his car, he made sure to pack his Thompson with a trunk load of ammo. In the front he carried two shotguns and Kilos .45. He was determined to be prepared for anything in Las Vegas. Dope had learned from the last showdown with Jericho. He was packed and loaded for the next showdown. Five hundred miles till Las Vegas read the sign as Dope hit the gas.

It was a good morning, the sun was barely coming out over the trees. The birds were chirping as if they were singing a melody that they all knew the words too. Michael knelt down by one of his flower beds trying to sniff in the sweet smell. Just in back of  him stood  Dexter, Michaels bodyguard. He was a muscular man, stood tall never smiled, with a suit and dark shades. He followed Michael everywhere, no  matter what. Michael grabbed the water can and sprinkled some drops over the roses. He had planted the garden to show his love for Amy. Although she never came outside to admire it, he kept it up. All of a sudden the red alarm went off and there was gunfire, Dexter rushed to Michaels side and grabbed his arm. He led Michael to the inside of the mansion, straight to the office. Dexter motioned for the guards to protect the property, he then took out a set of keys and unlocked the armoury. Inside was a treasure trove of weapons, including, machine guns, shotguns, grenades, flashbangs, pistols, and bulletproof vests. Dexter then walked into the office where he locked the door and dead bolted it. He then used another set of keys to open up a door on the floor, which led into a series of tunnels under the mansion. Dexter sent Michael in and stayed in the office, he locked the secret door and slid the desk over it. 

Jericho arrived at Michaels in the early morning, he didn't even miss a beat.  He sped up trying to ram the front gate, Michaels security guard hit the alarm just before taking a couple of bullets to the chest.  CK jumped off the truck and ransacked the security office before hitting the button for the gates. He jumped back into the truck with Jericho, they both sped into the heavily guarded premises. Jericho had one of his men drive while him and CK popped off rounds from the bed of the truck.  They reached the house without taking so much heat, but Jericho had been there a hundred times, he knew where all the guards would be.  Jericho entered the house where he was greeted by Amy,Jericho grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to the floor. He whipped out his knife and slit her throat, he figured why waste a bullet on a worthless bitch. He made his way downstairs to Michaels office, he was smart though. Instead of barging in, he crept up to the door quietly and let the Thompson cry out till it's tear box was empty. Afterwards, he kicked the door down and saw Dexter laying on the desk covered in blood. Angry at the fact that it wasn't Michael, he picked up Dexter and hauled him off to the truck. He called for his men and they sped off.

Dope was pulling into the driveway, he noticed the gate was smashed and the poor security was murdered. He hit the gas and hauled ass to the mansion, it was a bloody scene. It almost looked like a massacre, Dope walked into the house where he found Amy on the floor still trying to take her last breath but choking on blood. He stayed with her for a moment till her eyes closed forever, he then walked downstairs to Michaels office afraid of what he might find. There was blood everywhere, worse then outside, but there was no body. Was Jericho that twisted that maybe he took Michaels body as a trophy? Wondered Dope. Now with Michael dead and Jericho gone, Dope felt as if he was lost. He had to get back to the family, if anyone might know anything it would be Chong. Nobody made any moves in Chicago without him knowing about it, plus he had loads of friends. Dope was walking out when he noticed a ring on the floor, it was gold and had blood on it. The ring read, "Greener Pastures". Dope shrugged and slipped in his coat pocket, he walked back to his car hearing sirens in the distance, he was headed back to Chicago.

Dope was on his way back to Chicago, there was nothing left for him here in Vegas and he certainly didn't wanna go out like those gambling sellouts who went to the casino with their hard earned money. Just to lose it all and go home broke, he had other things to think about, like where was Jericho hiding? What was his next move? Most importantly was he stupid enough to come looking for him in Chicago? His mind was racing, but he tried not to get zoned out, the last thing he wanted to do was wreck and die. Dope started wondering about Kilo, where was he, was he ok? He made a quick exit on the highway and headed for Dr. Moses house. On this exit is where he noticed a van speeding behind him, Dope swerved to avoid being hit. There was a moment of eye contact when the driver zoomed past him, Dope recognized him. It was CK, Dope grabbed for his piece and stuck it out the driver window, firing off five shots into both the rear tires. The van swerved to the ditch and started to flip, Dope jumped out of his car and ran to the driver side where he saw CK climbing out. Dope quickly hit him in the head with the butt of the weapon and dragged his unconscious body to the trunk.

Michael crawled through the tunnels, they seemed to never end but he knew where they led. He arrived at a large cast iron door which was locked, from the inside luckily. He opened it up and was inside a hidden bunker underneath his mansion, he figured it had been a few hours since the gunfire ended so he proceeded to go upstairs. It was there that he found his wife laying innocently on the Floor. She had already bled out as did most of his henchmen. Michael picked up Amy and carried her to the bedroom where he laid her down and put a blanket over her head, a single tear fell from his eye before ultimate fury ran through his veins. He had to find the man responsible. All of a sudden he heard movement outside his doorway, he reached for his nightstand and opened the drawer. He grabbed a glock from inside and walked near the door to inspect. It was one ofhis men, he had suffered a couple of bullets through his thigh and one to the shoulder. Michael Sat him up and demanded he tell who had done this. The henchman was already coughing up blood but he managed to whisper a name into Michaels ear. Afterwards he requested Michael to end his pain, Michael put the glock to the man's heart and squeezed the trigger. Michael then headed to his office where he collected a bundle full of papers and the keys to his car.

The sounds of kicking and yelling could be heard coming from the trunk of the car, but Dope played it no mind. The backroads leading to Moses place were quite lonesome and CK was actually keeping him company, even if he was squealing like a stuck pig. To be honest Dope loved the countryside, all the trees and the grass, the wildlife, the feeling of the wind blowing through his hair as he drove a cool forty down the road. In fact, Dope had always said, when everything is said and done, he would retire and get a couple of acres, Maybe build a house with a white picket fence around it. He would also have horses,chicken, goats,and even a couple of heads of cattle. What was he thinking, that's every gangsters dream right before they got pumped with lead. He didn't wanna end up like them, so he broke no rules, of course you had to get an authorization to kill someone, but when bullets are whizzing by your head, there's no time for small talk, it's either kill or be killed. Deal with the reprocussions of your actions after the fact, at leastthats the way he saw it. Dope had wasted so much time focusing on all the negatives of his situation, he forgot to notice all the positives, at least he and kilo were still alive, at least he didn't get screwed on the drug dealer on top of being shot at. Everything seemed to be looking up as he thought of it in that sense, of course he still had business to handle and maybe a couple of questions but he was gonna find out soon enough where he stood. Dope turned down Moses road, the security who had first questioned him was now waving him In. He pulled up and first noticed Kilo walking to the car with Moses not far behind him, they hugged and exchanged pleasantries. Dr Moses seemed exceptionally happy he had a new Ford parked in his driveway as well as some other commodities he had bought for his home. Dope asked the Doctor if he had an unused shed somewhere off the property that he could use to do some interrogation for a while. Moses pointed off to the corner of the fence line, explaining to Dope that he preformed difficult surgeries out there. Dope thanked him and drove to the shed, it was small, made of tin maybe. But it was far was enough into the property that screaming wouldnt be heard to well. Dope got off the car and opened the trunk, CK threw a kick but managed to catch the 45 to the head. Dope pulled him out and dragged him inside where he proceeded to string him up to the ceiling using a chain that he had found in the back. Dope stepped back and lit a cigarette, slowly puffing on it contemplating his next move. When the cigarette had neared the end, Dope moved forward and stuffed the cherry in CKs eye. CK woke up screaming in pain half conscious and half out of it. Dope knew about gangsters and the bond of secrecy they lived by, so he decided to torture and then ask questions. Dope looked on the nearest table where he found all of Moses surgical tools, he picked up the scalpel and walked in back of CK. Dope began to slice CK from shoulder to shoulder, then from the middle straight down. He then picked up the pinchers and spread the meat a bit till CK was howling like a coyote with his foot in a bear trap. 

"Where is Jericho Hiding, where is he stationed"? Asked Dope

"He's in Las Angeles man" answered CK

"Where did he take Michaels bodyguards"? Asked Dope

"He didn't kill Michael, we couldn't find him" answered CK in quick breaths.

Dope had heard all he wanted to hear, he didn't think it would be that easy, but put a man through some pain and he will talk. Dope walked in front of CK and let a bullet slide right between his eyes, Dope lit another cigarette and thought about what CK had just said. It twisted him up inside, what was going on. He decided to go to L.A , he knew if Michael was still Alive that he would also be heading there. Maybe they would cross paths.

The sounds of kicking and yelling could be heard coming from the trunk of the car, but Dope played it no mind. The backroads leading to Moses place were quite lonesome and CK was actually keeping him company, even if he was squealing like a stuck pig. To be honest Dope loved the countryside, all the trees and the grass, the wildlife, the feeling of the wind blowing through his hair as he drove a cool forty down the road. In fact, Dope had always said, when everything is said and done, he would retire and get a couple of acres, Maybe build a house with a white picket fence around it. He would also have horses,chicken, goats,and even a couple of heads of cattle. What was he thinking, that's every gangsters dream right before they got pumped with lead. He didn't wanna end up like them, so he broke no rules, of course you had to get an authorization to kill someone, but when bullets are whizzing by your head, there's no time for small talk, it's either kill or be killed. Deal with the reprocussions of your actions after the fact, at leastthats the way he saw it. Dope had wasted so much time focusing on all the negatives of his situation, he forgot to notice all the positives, at least he and kilo were still alive, at least he didn't get screwed on the drug dealer on top of being shot at. Everything seemed to be looking up as he thought of it in that sense, of course he still had business to handle and maybe a couple of questions but he was gonna find out soon enough where he stood. Dope turned down Moses road, the security who had first questioned him was now waving him In. He pulled up and first noticed Kilo walking to the car with Moses not far behind him, they hugged and exchanged pleasantries. Dr Moses seemed exceptionally happy he had a new Ford parked in his driveway as well as some other commodities he had bought for his home. Dope asked the Doctor if he had an unused shed somewhere off the property that he could use to do some interrogation for a while. Moses pointed off to the corner of the fence line, explaining to Dope that he preformed difficult surgeries out there. Dope thanked him and drove to the shed, it was small, made of tin maybe. But it was far was enough into the property that screaming wouldnt be heard to well. Dope got off the car and opened the trunk, CK threw a kick but managed to catch the 45 to the head. Dope pulled him out and dragged him inside where he proceeded to string him up to the ceiling using a chain that he had found in the back. Dope stepped back and lit a cigarette, slowly puffing on it contemplating his next move. When the cigarette had neared the end, Dope moved forward and stuffed the cherry in CKs eye. CK woke up screaming in pain half conscious and half out of it. Dope knew about gangsters and the bond of secrecy they lived by, so he decided to torture and then ask questions. Dope looked on the nearest table where he found all of Moses surgical tools, he picked up the scalpel and walked in back of CK. Dope began to slice CK from shoulder to shoulder, then from the middle straight down. He then picked up the pinchers and spread the meat a bit till CK was howling like a coyote with his foot in a bear trap. 

"Where is Jericho Hiding, where is he stationed"? Asked Dope

"He's in Las Angeles man" answered CK

"Where did he take Michaels bodyguards"? Asked Dope

"He didn't kill Michael, we couldn't find him" answered CK in quick breaths.

Dope had heard all he wanted to hear, he didn't think it would be that easy, but put a man through some pain and he will talk. Dope walked in front of CK and let a bullet slide right between his eyes, Dope lit another cigarette and thought about what CK had just said. It twisted him up inside, what was going on. He decided to go to L.A , he knew if Michael was still Alive that he would also be heading there. Maybe they would cross paths.

Dope was willing to let Kilo stay with doctor Moses instead of going to L.A where another incident could transpire. It seemed like Dope was on the road more and more these days opposed to him kicking back in the den at the HQ listening to his family discuss interesting situations and events that were happening these days. It had been a couple ofmonths already since he had last seen Jericho, even longer since he had talked to Michael. Dope wondered if he would even make it home alive to see his family again. Now with CK and Tank dead, it would make it easier to get next to Jericho without having to dodge a bullet from an unseen viewpoint. Without Michael to keep him in a steady supply of Cocaine, he was already running low on money. Dope had already broken into his reserves to compensate for food and gas. L.A was gonna be a long lonely drive, Dope almost didn't wanna go, but his pride was getting in the way of that. They shot his little brother, and he was damned if he wasn't gonna return the favor. Out of nowhere, Dope heard a rustling in the backseat, he figured it was papers moving around cause by the wind blowing through the front Windows. He left it Alone and continued driving.

Jericho stood in his warehouse, barking orders to everyone he saw. They weren't moving fast enough or weren't dressed right or he just didn't like their face. He was a mean disrespectful filth of the earth, nobody could blame him though. His mother was the whore of the town, laying with every man in sight. She would sleep with lunatics, host gang bangs, and often or not get raped. Jericho was a seed of destruction in her womb, he never knew who his father was. Cursed by this, he became I'll in the head, committing his first crime at the age of thirteen. Jericho was convicted of stabbing his own mother to death, poking her nearly eighty times. The crime was quite heinous, but what did Jerichocare. The only fault the police had was not taking him into custody when they received the evidence, instead he ran away and joined a syndicate where they corrupted his mind even farther. Turning him into the raging psycopath he was today, he was a force to be reckoned with alone. At 18, Jericho joined the drug trade with Michael as a bodyguard, due to the accidental deaths of many of his last family. They were all found in the river, shot twice through the head, some even had chunks of meat missing, like somebody was eating them. Well Jericho called it accidental and refused to talk about it to anyone. Until his recent new found family died accidentally, Jericho was pretty mad. He was tired of being the lacky, this was his time now. He had 20 keys, more then enough to get a rough start in L.A.

Michael pulled into L.A, where he knew his brother lived. He quietly drove to Dominiques house.