PART
I wandered aimlessly throughout the day, Saskatoon is a nice town, small, quiet, it's almost impossible to think that here too can be carried out criminal activities. I stop to eat a hot dog in a park clean and well cared for, the desire to pack up and leave again for a crack at Rock City is really cool, it was not for my brother!
The sun begins to drop, I set out for the 3rd, I have to inject a dose of morphine into his appointment with my broker, I must act as soon as possible considering that my time is extremely limited, the monster inside my brain might decide to call it quits at any moment, in that case also Franky should be to hell!
I go back to the hotel, I flush a little and prepare the injection ... the pain disappears immediately and I return to feeling pretty darn good! Waiting for the appointed hour, I put the AK-47 loading in the black market, go downstairs and go out the door reserved for staff. The porter is waiting for me, as I see nods his head to show me the way to go, we walk in the semi darkness up to a pick-up black, brand new, we climb on board, engine starts to rumble ... we leave.
During the trip the man tells me his name was David Lagrange, a damn French, spoke with his friends who decided to listen to my proposal ... just to earn good nutshell would be willing to rape their mothers! Listening with feigned indifference, when it is night we arrived in what has every appearance of being an industrial area, we stopped in front of a warehouse, all around darkness and silence, we are waiting to take us inside the "den" no can enter. David lights a cigarette, groped decide to go for broke: - "Look mate, well I have to complete the deal, my bosses asked me to take back the American which is being held prisoner ... I have not said exactly what's wrong but combined they would make it disappear ... "
-" I do not know what you're talking about, we have no American ... "
-" Come on, is called Franky Roberts ... has cheated my band down to Rock City, California and deserves a good lesson ... "The Frenchman pulls
increasingly cigarette nervously, looking tense, I sense it made to feel uncomfortable, look at him insistently ...
- "Listen, friend, from which depend the boss gave me carte blanche in terms of money and I have also said that the U.S. is much ... I put it in the business ... "
-" Wait a minute ... "
He rushes down from the van, I see in the dark la sua ombra avvicinarsi al cancello del capannone, aspetto qualche minuto, poi uno spiraglio si apre, appare un'altra ombra... confabulano per un po'... il mangiarane torna verso il Pick-Up, risale, mette in moto.
-"Adesso dove andiamo?"
-"Il capo in persona ti vuole vedere..."
Stiamo andando verso la campagna, ci fermiamo nei pressi di un casolare, pare abbandonato... David spenge il motore, appena girata la chiave si volta verso di me... non gli lascio neanche il tempo di provarci... la 44 sputa una lingua di fuoco, il suo cervello schizza all'indietro sul vetro del finestrino che va in frantumi, lo sportello si apre per il contraccolpo, un corpo con la testa ridotta in poltiglia vola fuori, in mano stringe ancora una calibro 9 ... I'll just go back to the shed ... Franky and understand why it is so dangerous!
PART
The shed seems to desert, parking lot pick-up then doing a 'noise, they must believe that David has accomplished its mission, grabbing the bag with the AK-47, and pull it out of me I put the shoulder. I burrow under the seat, grabbed the crick, I get off the van and I went toward the gate ... look a few seconds then give a hit on the tin, the rest in silence, I hear footsteps approaching, fortunately, is a lonely man. Sounds of keys, a padlock and a latch, the gate is moving soon, flows leaving a small opening through which I see the silhouette of a Everyone ...
- "David?"
I say nothing, the gate opens a little more, is a good time, grab the handle and pull with all my strength, makes a lot of resistance, the man loses his balance, falls to the ground, his hand slips away from a gun do not look even a fraction of a second, I hold the strongest and the crick hit on the head, emits no sound, the blood begins to emerge immediately from the wound, try to get up but I hit him again, then again and again, the skull is final smashes, the body remains motionless in a pool of blood and brains, and by the overpass in the shed ... I hope I have not done too much noise and above all I hope that damn Franky is here!
Environment is huge, dimly lit, seemingly no human activity, I move cautiously, sooner or later someone will live ... nearly! Huge pallets are stacked a bit 'everywhere, over there are large cardboard boxes wrapped in cellophane, seem ready to ship. On the ground I see other boxes open, transparent with packages containing white powder, possibly refined heroin, the band makes it big!
Behind a series of pallets I see a ladder ... leads to a loft closed by a window you see a light, someone must be there! I climb the stairs being careful not to make noise, I am the door ... before entering I want to know what awaits me ... perceive the sound of two voices ... I take the handle, the wheel slowly and peek from the window of opportunity ... the scene that I appear before me uneasy ... There are two men, one is sitting in front of a device, a transceiver, the other is behind him, seems to provide some guidance ... the man sitting is Franky! I probably sound, the man who stands spun around, pulls a gun, he rushes toward me ... open wide the door, pointed his gun and cold with a blow to the head of the decapitated net, Franky turns ...
- "No Joe !!!!"
not know where to check another man began firing wildly, I retire, I rush down the stairs, whistling around me prioettili agli orecchi... mi riparo dietro ad un pancale... sento la sua voce.
-"Che cazzo hai fatto Franky?"
-"Io niente!"
-"Chi cazzo รจ quello!!!"
-"Calmati... Ho detto calmati!!!!!"
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-"Ok capo, mi calmo... mi calmo, ma devo andare a cercare quel bastardo!"
Massimo Mangani - Laggi gli altri capitoli
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