Ch. 24 - Problems.

The phone rang on the police station, thinking it was clearly some sort of emergency it was quickly answered and woman asker. "Thank you for calling, what's your emergency, police, firefighter or ambulance."

"Can you patch me to the chief of police..." Drake asked.

"Sir, I cannot do that, what's the nature of your emergency and we may discuss that." She said.

"I'm. Joker. Card, to the gang know as the Empire. Now I ask again. Patch me to the chief of police. I won't ask again and this will be your company's only chance at talks."

The woman didn't know how to answer. But quickly she began to signal a coworker to track the number. As this was an infamous individual. "Sir... one moment." Quickly she ran though holding the phone until she found the chief of police in his office and while he was in Meeting no less.

"What in the world are you do-" he was cut off.

"Joker, on the phone asking for you, now sir. And we're getting a location on him now!" She said.

He got up. "Hand it here." He demanded.

"You wanted to speak with me...?"

Drake then took a breath. Gulping down his own spit. And answered. "Yes... sir."

Marlene's father could feel the tension in his voice. So he spoke up to everyone in the room "all of you leave me a moment. NOW!" He demanded. And in a moment everyone left while he made sure to shut the blinds peaking into his office and lock his door. "I'm all alone now kid... talk to me. What on earth is going on with you Drake."

"Listen... I'm. About to commit... some serious crimes sir... but... I don't want to again. So. Hear me out." Drake was hoping this person meant to be his potential father in law would hear him.

He was quiet and sighed. "I cant admonish your crimes son... that isn't up to me..."

"No... I don't expect you too... in fact, I want to make a deal... I have a feeling, in some days to come soon. A roit like 9 months ago will happen..." Drake told him.

"Why? What do you mean? What's gonna happen?" He was sat down listening closely word for word.

"It's a lot to explain without being in person... and since I know I'm likely tapped... I'll give you a break down... my old man is in work with the underground group know as syndicate. In fact I think he might even be its ring leader. And right now my team has tracked him and connected him to be out of the state. In short... after also my assault... a lot of the old gangs are gonna be looking for me. Who wouldn't to kill a cripple big shot who took down their gangs alone... but listen... the point I'm getting at... and without proof... is that people are gathering around my father... likely to kidnap sarah... but also have me killed. In turn do you know what that means?"

Marlene's father listened. And surmised quickly. "If they kill... the pillar of top dog... you... it means all the gangs will be fighting for control over this city and picking up the pieces of there once small but plentiful gangs." He sighed.

"I'll turn myself in... once I'm done with what I have too... but I'll need your help sir." Drake said.

"No! Drake!" Alex said leaning forward from the back seat. "You'll be locked up for life! Are you insane! Think of us! And your sister! You can't do that!"

"I agree kid..." he said suddenly.

"But sir..."

"My little girl choose to stick with you. I'm not sure why... but... I image you told her to about your past didn't you...?" He asked.

"Yes... I did." Drake said.

"Did she leave you?" He asked.

"No." Drake said softly.

"So... you can't turn yourself in... God boy... I don't know what I'll do with you." The chief sighed. "Let's meet up... I'll bring only the top of my trusted people in my department. And meet you some place in secret."

"I'll get the empire to meet up with you. I'll pick out a place and send you a message. Though can you provide me a new phone... I'm borrowing this one after my old one got destoyed." Drake said.

"Sure kid... let's meet soon." He then hung up.

Drake let out a sigh of relief.

"Can you trust him?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah... even if means I'll be arrested. I do. Completely. Because he is my girls father... and my father in law. So I gotta. And I do. He reminds me of the chief before him. That old man always seemed to catch me, but never turned me in back when I was some grade school punk running for the empire. He was sweet. Ashamed he had to to like he did." Drake kept driving.

Alex was surprised by him. "What happened to you in the 9 months you were gone? Your... so different."

"I met the principal of the school we attended and her husband. After the explosion with Jack and having barely surprised falling 5 stories. I met her first. She helped me hiding me from police. Her husband was so furious and against it, but since he was someone who handles delinquents he agreed to help also after some convincing. And when I mentioned my kid sister they waisted no time picking her up from my home. I did have to leave a not for her to trust them." Drake chuckled.

"Don't tell me... you spent 9 months in hiding? With two strangers." Alex said.

"Haha yeah I did... but they did it out of their own will... I did ask them why they were helping us... and when I got there answer it wasn't anything like I expected.

"What did they say." Nicole asked.

"We looked like their own children..." Drake's tone sadden. "Apparently... they also had a son and daughter. Both were killed in a freak accident some years ago. And they simply wanted to help because we looked similar to them. I couldn't deny there help after that." Drake said.

"I didn't know our principal was a mother at one point." Alex said.

"I learned a lot from them. One being what a real family is like... and to honor that relationship I built with them... I honored their lost son... by being more like him. Forgiving, kinder and above all. Selfless. From what I heard. He was a sweet kid, so to know he died so early really made me think and reflect. And I choose to change. I spend 9 months with them with Sarah being apart of a real loving family. I see them as much better parents than my real ones. So I changed for them. And for Sarah. I can't be apart of this again but it seems I came back to it thanks to my own father." He stated as he got into the car and started it.

"I see... hey Drake, sorry if I've been giving you a hard time..." she said feeling bad about her tone with him.

"Ah, no worries... I know it comes from your love for me... you should know me better than to take things so directly to heart like that." He smiled over to her. "Now. Both of you, once we head to the sight. I need you both to stay in the car. I plan to see him alone like I asked."

"Yeah, no problem from me." Alex said. Getting her seatbelt and then checked the glove box, passing a small caliber pistol to Nicole in the back seat.

Nicole alarmed a bit. But took it, and the few magazines with it and ammo. "I'll keep an eye from here. Just be safe." She then got comfortable while she could.

"Thanks girls." Drake soon began to drive in the dead of night, leaving the safety of the towering build the Empire based at to now meet up with the chief of police.

Back at the station, the chief was looking at his daughter and wife in the picture over his desk. "You just had to get yourself involved huh kiddo..." he sighed, and got up, taking his gun and badge and began to plant on himself, a recorder under his clothes. His phone was ringing of his wife who was wondering where Drake was and their daughter. Only he didn't answer, which gave her more concern. He soon left his office, and his second in command was there asking.

"Sir, your not going alone are you?" He asked, as clearly, the station over heard his conversation. "This is Joker sir. I understand your new, but seriously, you can't meet this man alone."

"You will stay put here and keep an eye on the area, have our men make rounds, a store is kicking around here and I don't want this city to some lawless place." The chief said to him. "And if anyone follows me... you'll be suspend indefinitely until further notice. This I'd a father and son in law talk, nothing more." Even he knew he had suspicion of what was going on.

"At least take me with you?" The second in command said.

"Fine, but your staying in the car, if you so much as get involved you will be fired... or worse." He clearly understood what he was feeling with.

They soon left together in a squad car and left quickly to meet together.

They weren't the only ones on the move however. Some local small time gangsters were aiming for trouble at their meeting place. In fact, there was an exchange going on.

A group of me, surround a seeming tall and muscular dark skined man. "I'm only here to pick up the money, nothing more." He said, having quiet the intimidating aura and voice. But was quite a pacifist, until push came to shove at least. "Hand it over and we can go about our night." He said calmly, and stood firm. He was tall almost like a gaint even when seemingly surrounded.

"We decided... well keep the goods, and the money... lot of junkies will want this prime stuff and I say, why we can't just have more to ourselves and take out the dumb fuck errand boy."

"A pot calling kettle black... you know, your just errand boy yourself little man." Withiut even trying, the black order and muscular man suddenly seemed bigger, as he grabbed one if the men by his neck. "I don't like confrontation, but if I have too... I'll get my hands dirty... I got a family go to back. And this what pays the bills..."

"So what, now put my boy down, or we will put you down" the gangster said taking out his gun.

The other took out their weapons.

At that point. He then did let them go, and in silence stepped away. "This isn't worth my life." He said leaving the bag from his side with the drugged he was meant to deliver.

"All that muscle, and body mass and your just a walking little bitch." He spat onto the black gentleman's shoes as he then grabbed the bag and walked back with his goons to their car.

The man stood their and dug into his pocket. Getting what was an old phone remote. And waited until they got in their car. "What a shame." He called the only number on it. Which trigger the bomb in the bag to set off killing and exploding the car and everything inside. He walled away with no smile or joy, as he got in his car. Calling his boss after destroying the phone.

"I've delt with the Mafia's right man and his gaurds. I think we're ready to take over their companies and building sir."

"Good... I'll send a raid party to siege his home. Head back when you can... we got one more profile and job for you."

"You said that would be my last job..." Mason said restless to leave already as he was only aging.

"I know... but we can't ignore this... just one more, and for real. Besides... you'll be getting a rematch. And we'll get out hit back at the empire." The boss pointed out.

"This better be worth it... I'm not missing my wife's pregnancy for even you sir." Mason said. Ready to be done with this life of crime.

After an hour. He soon met up with his boss. One of the syndicate leaders. That controlled drug's and a portion of city. They were the second most influential gang out their in the underworld.

"Let's see this last damn job." Mason said coming back annoyed.

"Well... it involves the empire... we got a last minute request from the big boss of our syndicate."

"no... NO! I'm not working for the discussing fat fuck." Mason yelled. Even slamming his hand onto the desk.

"I know, I know... we don't owe a thing to that bastard, but it's an order. Though we were the only people who disagreed to be under his leadership, we don't got a choice. Out of the 6 other underworld leaders, we are trying very liked. I'm sure they're suspicious of us betraying them. After all we damn well did to help keep those bastards a float. Look just do this. And your free to go. Forever."

Mason looked at his boss explain, and signed. "He ain't wrong... I've been the one giving out info from each of the syndicate hideouts when they step out of line... but fine I get it... but in return, give me this bastards location and names closely related to him. I'm making sure to leave with a bang."

"Ha... sure whatever." His boss chuckled, since he as well knew the path the syndicate was on wasn't right, and of course played both sides.

Though, it seems like the leader was catching on.

"So. What's my job?" Mason asked.

"Well, you probably won't like it... but your tasked with kidnapping a young man... specifically... the Empire's Joker. Apparently, that child, and yes child... in his teens no less, is the fucking son to this ugly bastard. He didn't give all the details, but apparently this also came from his underling, and he wants someone killed. A woman. They hired who suddenly gone queit. Apple a merc, so find out if she's dead at all, or alive and kill her." He sighed.

"This young man, it's not the same child in those underground fights I've seen before is it?" He asked, noticing the profile and pictures.

"It is. The very same one too." The boss said to his question.

"I'd thought he died some months ago in the roits, but glad he's alright. Still... ashamed I'll have take him in." Mason then noticed a picture In the profile of Drake with his sister Sarah. He suddenly realized that this job would take apart a family. And while he had his own. He took a deep breath and sighed. "Where's his last know location?"

"His home out in the poorer parts of city... after some shot out and the crime scene, oh yeah... his mother was killed, was on the news even, damn that poor kid has it rough right now." He lit up a cigarette calming himself down.

"You couldn't send anyone else to do this...?" Mason asked.

"If I did... they would be killed by that young man. Remember Mason, that boy is Joker. Or did you forget the fact this little man, is a freak of nature, he isn't just some teen, he's a little killer, a mad freak that has no restrain to his brutality, I've even heard rumors he killed one of his own in a dispute just because of opposing opinions." His boss told him.

Mason could only see the picture, of Drake with his sister. "Maybe... but I don't think so... what of young man smiles so bright like this." Mason then tossed the profile with the picture of them above it. "I'll do the dirty job, but tell me, am I on a time limit?"

"Huh, if you say so... all I'm saying, you should have stayed around to see the fights he was into... fights like some veteran or some professional... the people he fought in that brutal death pit were either killed or lucky enough to not loss a limp or pieces of their body. He don't fight fair is all I'm saying."

"Quit yapping already." Mason sighed.

"Yeah yeah. No, no time limit as of yet it seems. Though I heard it was but a change of plans came up. The woman they hired gave them part of bounty so yeah, no time limit. But I recommend doing all you can quickly." The boss said.

"Fine, fine... but leave me time to rest them..." Mason then left.

Hours later, Drake parked his car deep into an abandoned saw mill miles away from cities.

And then, Tristan, the chief of police finally arrived, parking near the clearly broken into gates. "Stay here... but sit in the driver side, might need to break away if aren'talone out here... hide by those trees. Theyll cover the vehicle and youll have sight line to the entrance" he told his second man. "Watch what comes and goes and pm me if something is up." Understand

"You girls lay low alright. But Noelle, move up front in case we need to get away. This place attracts all kinds of shifty people. And keep those guns close." Drake left the car after.

Both soon would meet up with one another in the open center of the mill. Drake stared his supposed father In law down from one side of the building.

Tristan, the same from the other.

"Son... what did you mean over the phone." He started as he got closer.

"Well... uh sir..." he couldn't understand why he was choking up. For the first time ever in his life. His soften heart was caving. But he took a breath. "I've been... reeled back in the criminal world... i... get the feeling you already knew my background... not easy to his this tat after all, and your very perceptive. Besides the point... look sir... i... I'm gonna end killing a lot of people soon... and I will need you there... to capture me... or..."

"Stop..." he suddenly knew his next words. Now standing a few feet away. "Your not about ask me... to have to kill my son in law. You know what that would do my baby girl... to the other girls?"

"Ah, you knew...?" Drake said.

"You've got nerve... but... I'm not trying to dictate what my daughter does... but, hurt her and that's another story... she hasn't Saif anything to me yet... and I don't imagine your the one pressuring her to hide it... so I didn't say anything." Tristan sighed. "Bsck to the point... why are you confessing to potentially killing? Don't you think I have a recorder on me?"

"Oh I know you do... and you probably have someone with you not far hiding and keeping an eye on the building..." Drake chuckled.

"And I see your keenly aware." Triston then eyes Drake. "Drake... why don't you just run away?"

Drake looked stunned a moment. But shook his head. "No... I can't. As much as I'd like too... I can't. Because he wouldn't give up hunting her... and killing me."

"Your father?" He asked, but also seemed to know.

"Yeah. He has it out for me... whatever reason, and he plans to sell sarsh off to some perverted sick fuck... though in sure he plans much worse... before I'm killed." Drake then dug into his pocket just as a nervous habit.

"You surpise me kid... your fighting on even though you look ready to die and just get it over with." Tristian said.

"Yeah... I'm about ready to lay down... honest sir. I don't plan to die... like you askee... but, Im Afraid I don't have the luxury of choice..." Drake slowly felt his own body temperature drop. Behind his seemingly tough, strong and fearless attitude, he was depressed, sad, and truly feeling at his end.

"What was your reason for bringing me out here...?" Triston asked.

Which Drake then took his hands from his pockets out. "I need your help... it's likely, that another dangerous roit will break out... so my request, was for you to give me info... in turn... I'll have the empire work together with your police to quell the upcoming roit."

"Why do you belive a roit will break out? And to me. Your making it sound like it'll be drastic... like the one 9 months ago." Triston pointed out.

"No... not like that... I feel much worse, see that recording of me is out there now... they know my face, or at least they know my public face and name... so I can't hide anymore... people I've beaten, the gangs I've taken down... the remnants of those. Every single one will be coming after me... not to mention the woman who did the damage, let me know a bounty has been placed... I can't do this alone... I did once... but sir... my lungs are failing this time... there's a lot that happened 9 months ago in the roit. One thing being how I had to kill my own... and the police chief before you, he sacrificed so much for me and this city I'm not about to let that go to waist. He was able to bring law and order back with our help, amd I want to prevent it this time. Because sir... much bigger... powerful people will be involved and I'll likely be at the center and I'm not making it back this time... not like I had much left anyways. I just want to leave... making sure my baby sister... your daughter, and the rest of my girls. Are safe. And we'll off. I got mommy to do with in a safe... but please sir. I need your help here. I need all the information you can get me on my father's whereabouts."

Tristone listening, could hear the intensity of it in Drake's tone. "I still don't get it... what does your father have to do with all this... what aren't you telling me son. Then I'll decide."

Drake nodded. "I mentioned how I had to kill one of my own... that person was a form card. Who held Jack. He told me... just before I killed him... how my father was the leader of the underworld. Or rather. He ran the syndicate himself. The organization that manipulates everything in the shadows... and I should warn you... there are men in the police force... working with them... in fact even the news media. How else you think my beating spread so fast. I suspect that the woman who went after didn't know. But her phone was likely bugged or she was givin one to use at the time to quickly spread my assault. Either way, I request you take a look who to trust in your station..." Drake told him so much valuable information. And suddenly, Drake as well triston got messages.

Drake got one from Alex. While triston got one from his second man. Both a warning.

[People creeping onto the building! Get out]

Followed by a follow up.

[Was it a set up]

Both Drake and Tristan look at one another. Questing if it was. But Drake spoke up.

"Those aren't my people."

"Neither mine."

"Fuck" they said together.

"Get out. Now." Triston told him.

"Like hell, your getting out alive with me..." Drake grabbed his arm and pulled with a surprising amout of strength.

"Wheredo you think we're going?" Triston asked, now following regardless.

"Higher ground. We'll be able to see how many, but also, shut down your phone." Drake quickly turned his off, amd then put it into his pocket as he went up rusted stairs with triston.

Triston turned off his phone and began to dig under his shirt to remove the wire but keep the recording. "On it. High ground. More to cover... but, we're basically trapped"

"I know I know...!" Drake quickly tried to think. "You have you'd gun right? Your not afraid of killing of the books are you?" Drake asked.

"Your not seriously thinking. I as a cop just murder. We don't know if they are a threat yet." Triston tried to be reasonable in the grim situation they were in.

"With respect sir... I choose this locations, because we would be alone... now let me ask you think... who wouldn't pass up a bounty, while ranking up a top profile kill like the chief of police... I'm sorry, but that brutality of the world I live in... and I'm sorry... to have dragged your wondering daughter into this... truly..."

Tristan could feel that Drake didn't want to look at him. Truly understanding he didn't mean for this. "Prove to me then... you can protect her... right her and now boy." Triston then pulled out his gun.

Drake then reached for his holster in his jacket, with both hands. Taking out two pistols. "If it's any confort sir... I never went out of my way to harm the innocent... even I knew to never be that cruel... so if possible... let's not break out into a shoot out." Drake had time to calm down.

"Could be just some teens coming to vandalize the area... or a small drug deal... I get it. So I know... we hold our fire." Tristan agreeded as they were at the very top of the mill hiding, and with how rusted things were they could easily peak through the broken metal walls to see the opening and large entrance all while staying hidden.

Outside, it could bee seen there was soon a gathering of people, as suddenly, and quietly more men came around, some not queit at all, and others keeping to their clicks. Ultimately a few went inside already making a scene with graffiti and music, and two different cars pulled in carefully acting as light for the center of the room.

They were a bunch of unorganized gangsters, only suddenly they soon were gathering in numbers and then, a man spoke up. "I'm glad many of you came here... now, to business. Not gonna drag it on, but, you all were called here by an organization known as syndicate right?"

The many men nodded at one another seeing there wasn't anything to worry about for now and listened.

"You agreed to be here because, face it, your all purposeless and dumb bastards who think for yourselves..."

"Aye, what the fuck"

"Fuck you!"

Commotion stirred.

"If I'm wrong, prove it to me... but you fucking animals can't... you lost your leaders, they were all killed or in jail being someone's joy ride... so face it. Your all fucking losers now.... you lost the war for this city to each other, to the police and to the Empire, the number one gang you all can't take down... all because of a single man too. Your fucking worthless and you know, it. Just don't wanna admit it... now face if... your here because you got nothing else to lose. Nothing else to gain. Either your dead beats who left good homes for the streets or you were born into it... now I'm offering this. Join us. And fill your void filled lives with some purpose... there are many divisions to us... and I'm sure we can find a place for each one of you. As you see... we the syndicate... rule the streets of this wondeful city you live in... your very lives can change with us. So why not join us... won't cost a thing other than your lives." The man claimed out to them.

"What a joke... the Empire and their house of cards rule these streets, what do you have to prove it...?" A man in the crowd said.

"Mwhaaaa" the gentleman chuckled. "I said what I did... and in the back ground large figures are making their moves... moves your morons are not privileged to hear about... but the goal in the end... is to raise the ground under that faction... the empire will fall, and so will each of there cards. One by one, starting with their most powerful... and I know you all have dealth with him already, your home were taken or you got your ass kicked by him... Joker." He chuckled devilishly as this got the other gangsters attentions gripping them further.

Meanwhile Drake just above them heard this. And so did triston. Drake's body went cold, he was even shaking, for the first ever. He felt the breath of death down his neck and the grip of deaths hands from behind him grabbing at his neck.

Triston noticed this uneasiness from Drake and whispered touching his shoulder. He saw Drake as a child in this moment. "Hey... stay with me son... your gonna be fine..."

This for the moment brought him back. Only for drake to then swallow his own spit in a gulp and nod. "Yeah..." Drake gripped the bar hard, getting the rust on his hands. This was far to overwhelming.

Drake, in all this time in the crime world, he knew he was in the spotlight, or at least a very big target enough to be assassinated and attacked. But the sudden decree now made, he had to wonder. If this was gonna his last moments. He would have to fight like his life was in danger. Like he was crawling out of hell circles its self. He would have to move far more cunningly, attack with sear ferocity and viciousness. He would have to defend himself like his back is to the wall. There was no more hiding, no more running. No more playing family with his sister and bringing in disguise as this changed person. He would need to go right back to bring Joker. An Agreesive and ruthless killer. A monster in the streets that singlehandedly destoyed gangs, took over territory and the monster everyone feared once more.

"Sir..." Drake spoke up. "You... don't happen to have a grenade with you?"

Triston was in awe at what he just heard. "N-No... why would I? Why would any police officer carry one? No force would need to be that extreme..." Tristan, while answering know why he asked. 'If I had one...'

"That's right... I'd through it... right in the main platform.... to kill the ring leader... and those around trying to join..." Drake said honeslty. "I have to leave... I need to get ready for a war."

"Hold on!" Triston grabbed Drake's arm "your not planning to fight this alone are you?" He couldn't fathom this young man fighting what was a small army alone.

"I got no choice sir... you heard them... but let me say this... what's stopping between the riot 9 months ago, and the new one now... is my single life. I need to stand my ground and fight sir..."

"Why? Why alone boy?" Triston grabbed him so he could Drake in the eyes and to his surprise could see Drake's own fear for a moment in his own eyes.

"To protect my sister... my family... you and the rest of the people in this city... I need to fight." Drake said with no hesitation his reason. And for a moment. Triston saw what made Drake so special to his daughter.

Drake slipped away and got up. "Come on... we have to leave while we can... this could go for hours while they recruit new members.

Drake became to grow clamer, and steadily crouched outside the rooftops. However while triston tried to do the same, he managed to grab onto a rusted frame and as it broke pieces hit the rusted metal they stood on and broke through the degrading floor.

This caught the attention of the leaders down below as they all came to a stop and asked loudly. "Did any of you invite the univitived?" He noticed everyone playing dumb, so he knew right away something was up. "You three look around..." he motioned gaurds as they soon did just that and made their way up to find who was lurking about.

"Fuck, hurry." Triston whispered and quietly got onto the metal rooftops with Drake. "How are we getting down?"

"Run to that tree and hope the best sir." Drake said to him, pointing at the massive oak tree near the building. "Grab onto a branch, will making the falling bearable..."

"Your joking."

"You wanna take your chances with the massive gang forming under us and the goons with guns?" Drake said.

"Well, I guess falling wouldn't be the worse thing right now."

"Glad you see it thay way... but I'm kidding... this was a factory so the fire escape... you know the ones on apartments... well just use that." Drake told said, guiding him to the side stairs that easily led down.

"You punk." Triston sighed. "Now isn't a time for jokes... but, let's just hurry." Drake nodded and guided him down the stairs careful making sure to hop down when they reached the base and avoided letting down the ladder as to keep their tracks secret. Soon both with outside and free.

"Phones back on... get to your partner, I'll get back to mine... do not get scene." Triston told Drake.

"No need to tell me... please think about working with me... and what we talked about." Drake told him as they soon left one another. With triston going around the building and even into the forest to go around and reach his squad car.

Drake headed to the garage of the building to join back with Alex and Noelle.

"Sir, what happened?" Triston's first mate asked. Noticing how he wasn't beat up or dead. In fact fine. "Those men inside who are they?"

"They aren't with the boy... they're with another group entirely, I'll explain as we leave and we have to leave now... we're gonna need to prepare for an all out gang war. so radio everyone we can to gather at the station." He then showed his tape recording. "We've got Joker all wrong."

Drake soon went into his car. "Sorry I'm late..."

"Drake what's going on?" Alex asked.

"They don't look like cops, how did you get out?" Noelle asked. "And what happend to that cop of yours?"

"He's fine... I talked about my plans with him... but look ill explain as we leave they got aware someone was there but didn't notice us... anyways... you both ready... sadly we're right behind them... this ain't gonna be an easy slip away."

Alex nodded. And Noelle then did too.

"Grab your guns then... we'll be making a distraction..." Drake started his car. And got ready.

Just as the goons got upstairs, they noticed police wiring from one used on recorders and quickly yelled. "Someone was hearing us the whole time sir! Check outside, the roof doors are open."

"What! Fuck, all of you head out amd find this lurker and kill them." The man yelled.

A the while Drake soon started driving, his engines roaring loudly as they soon sped away in their car amd they all saw.

"Chase them down! And drag them back here dead or alive!" an order was givin. And quickly with new leadership, the other gangsters got into their stolen or custom cars and began a car chase.

"Holy fuck drake... we go everyone last on on us!" Alex said, with alert, and calmness ready for a gun fight.

"I know I know!" Drake demanded as he then sped up making sure to get away fast.

Triston's eyes lit up in fear. "Oh no, kid... fire up the radio call for air support amd back up now...! We aren't gonna let them kill him." Triston yelled as just when they all left he began giving chase, starting up his sirens.

All the while, the man left behind at the scene notices there was also a cop in hiding. Which then he figuered out guessing luckily. "Hmm.... now why is a blue here? A blue and a mysterious black car... now that I think, that car had a crown... the empire? Oh I see... ha ha... your so dead... Mr. New chief. You will be replaced like the last who disobey our authority." The man who was a forerunner for the syndicate said, maliciously and eoth a grin.