All Eyes on Gunz 4

by Warren Holloway

  CHAPTER 10

  TWO DAYS LATER, just like clockwork, Nino’s shipment came through, so he called Ramon, only to get an answer from a voice on the other end of the phone which he did not recognize.

  “Yo, who’s this answering Ramon’s phone?”

  “This is Mike. All business will now be conducted through me. Ramon has been retired from his position of power. I’m running the show now.”

  “It is what it is, Mike. I’m calling to let y’all know everything is official.”

  “Say no more! You know what you have to do when you’re done.”

  After the call, Nino reached out to Juan and made arrangements for him to get his work. Then he called up L-Geez and Dollar to let them know that he was going to meet up at the Waffle House.

  Nino let Pistol go back to Miami to secure things down there; besides, he wanted to go see his girl, Diamond.

  Juan was at the hotel not too far from the Waffle House when Nino called. Nino wanted to handle this shit personally before securing other business. Within ten minutes, Juan came pulled up beside Nino’s H2 Hummer. He and Ri Ri stepped out still looking like money with their New York swagga on ten wearing the latest fashions. He popped the rear door on the Porsche truck while Nino did the same and opened up the back of his Hummer.

  “Where’s my money, Juan?” Nino asked, getting straight to it.

  “Tranquillo, amigo! It’s all business here. I told you the streets are calling and waiting for me to get back up top,” Juan said as he reached in the back and grabbed the bag of money.

  Nino took it back to the Hummer and then unzipped the bag and checked to see if the money was all there. From a visual glance, it looked to be all there. Nino then grabbed the bags out of his truck with the bricks before he headed back to the Porsche truck.

  “That’s what I’m talking about!” Juan said, excited.

  As if Juan’s statement was a cue, the Federal agents came fast from every angle and swooped in on Nino. He could see the cars closing in on him, so he reached for his gun, not knowing that Juan and Ri Ri were on their side until she pulled out her gun and placed it against the back of his head.

  “Don’t even think about it, punta, or your brains will be all over the Hummer. You’re under arrest, and it’s too bad we’re on the opposite side, because I really think you’re fine.”

  The swarm of Feds took Nino over to a car and placed him in the back seat. Agent Juan Rodriguez was standing in front of his truck talking to the other agents about the bust. L-Geez saw the entire scene and started his truck, mashing the gas and racing toward Juan and the other agents. They did not even see him coming until it was too late. He crushed them in between his truck and Juan’s Porsche, instantly squeezing the life from them.

  Dollar pulled out his MAC-10 fully automatic with extended clips. He sprayed slugs at the Federal agents, catching them off guard as their attention shifted toward L-Geez crashing into the other agents.

  L-Geez jumped out of his truck as the agents started firing on him. L-Geez used his AR-15 to spray on them as he took them out by surprise, because they did not expect any confrontation. L-Geez came around to the back of the truck behind Ri Ri.

  “You pretty bitch, you set my nigga up!”

  She tried to turn around knowing she could not die today; however, her speed was not fast enough. He sprayed her with a burst of rounds which thrust her body back as slugs crashed into her body and face, sucking the life from her flesh before she even hit the ground.

  L-Geez grabbed the cocaine and put it back into the Hummer before he jumped behind the wheel. He again mashed the gas and raced toward the agents that were shooting at Dollar. He ran over a few more in between spraying them with his AR-15.

  As the bullets continued spraying out of the window and forcing the agents to take cover, L-Geez plowed through the agents’ cars and raced out of the Waffle House parking lot.

  The Federal agents called for backup, and at the same time made them aware of the shooter in the Hummer.

  Dollar was unable to get into his truck to escape as agents continued firing on him, but he kept them back with bursts of fire from his weapon. He then took advantage of the situation by jumping into his G55 and slamming his foot down on the gas, which forced the modified V10 engine to thrust the Benz forward and blast through the cars by the entrance that tried to block him in. The clashing of the metal on metal sounded just as loud as the continuous gunfire.

  Dollar caught slugs in his leg, arm, back, and shoulder as he plowed through all of the agents. Those able to jump into their cars chased behind him with their adrenaline fired up and rushing through their bodies. All of their training led to this very moment.

  Nino was still in the back seat of the Feds’ car looking on at his little homies banging out with the Feds.

  “Muthafuckas! I can’t believe this shit!” Dollar said, feeling the burning from the slugs lodged in him. He switched clips in his gun for fear of getting caught, because he was not going to jail without putting up a fight. He did not even want his old head, Nino, to get locked up, but this shit went sideways.

  Dollar was trying to make it back to his hood in the projects because he would lose the Feds on his trail; besides, the cops that knew about his projects did not rush to go through there unassisted. The truck was going close to one hundred miles per hour down a forty-five mile per hour street. He thought he was getting distance between him and the Feds until he saw the Greensboro police in front of him blocking the road ahead.

  “Damn! Fuck it! Y’all niggas want to block the road? Fuck all of y’all!” he snapped, slamming his foot to the floor and not even caring what happened next.

  He knew and could feel it in his body that the end was near. The Greensboro police were not prepared for what was about to happen next. Dollar stuck his gun out of the window and fired off as his truck was approaching now at a speed over one hundred miles per hour. Each of the slugs crashed into officers as well as the cars in front of the bullets that were being fired. Dollar came up quick on the roadblock, breaking through it, with the metal clashing and sounding loud. The officers that did not move fast enough were hit by bullets and other cars as he blasted through their roadblock. They did not expect for him to drive into their roadblock, just as he did not expect to have his $100,000 plus truck flip on him in the process of breaking through the roadblock. His truck slid close to one hundred yards before coming to a halt.

  Battered and bruised, Dollar still tried to escape by firing off rounds from his position of being sideways. The officers and Federal agents all closed in on him while unleashing a barrage of bullets on the G55 Benz truck. They soon realized they needed to stabilize the threat of Dollar firing on them. Over one hundred rounds were fired from the agents and officers before they found their target, killing Dollar over and over. They secured the scene once they saw that he was no longer moving. He went out just like a true gangsta, taking as many of them out as he could before they got to him.

  On the other side of the city, L-Geez made it to their other stash house to secure the rest of the cocaine, knowing it was no longer safe there. He called up one of his shawties that was all about her business when he called. She came quick, and he put her onto what was going on.

  “Aw, shawty, I’ma give ya ten bands. Take this Hummer and get it chopped up over at the Spanish nigga’s spot. I’ma use yo’ whip for a few days, ya hear me? I’ll get back to you then.”

  “Take care of yo’ self, L-Geez,” she said, kissing him before he jumped into her black Honda Accord with tinted windows, which was the perfect car to be low key in.

  He called up Pistol as soon as he pulled off, to put him onto what had happened. His adrenaline was still revved up.

  “Pistol, this shit just got crazy up here. The Feds ran down on the big homie.”

  “How the fuck did that happen?”

  “Them folks from New York are with the Feds, man. They’re the fucking FBI. I didn’t see that shit coming. Me and Dollar
were trying to break him free, but it didn’t work out. I got away, but I don’t know if Dollar did.”

  “You have to leave the state, folk. Come down here with me in Miami. We’ll secure shit from here,” Pistol said while still trying to remain focused.

  “I’ll call ya when I get in the city,” L-Geez said as he got onto the highway and headed for Florida, ready to start over and get as far away as he could from the Carolinas right then.

  CHAPTER 11

  OVER AT THE Greensboro FBI office, Nino was being detained and questioned on the whereabouts of L-Geez. He was his connect that supplied him with all of the cocaine, because they knew this was bigger than him, and it could lead to joint US and Mexico task forces taking down the cartel.

  “We want to know where the guy in the truck went. We know that you know!” the agent yelled.

  “If I knew, you still wouldn’t know, because it’s not my job to tell you who he is!” Nino snapped.

  “Listen here, wise ass! You’re going to get hit with the RICO Act, and you’ll never see the light of day. If that isn’t enough to get your attention, you’ll also be charged with the murders of those agents back there. Federal death row is where you’ll go! Oh, your boy Dollar is dead, in case you thought he got away! He was gunned down just like the animal he was!” the agent informed.

  Nino put his head back and thought about his little homie, but the agent yelled out and cut into his thoughts. “You’re going down for this! Death row, here he comes!”

  Nino locked eyes with the agent and stared him down. He personally wanted to kill him on the spot. Another agent entered the room with a serious look on his face. He wanted to get to the core of the cocaine trail.

  “Mr. Jones, I’m Agent Miles from the Harrisburg Bureau. I was sent down here on strict orders from the director of the FBI. We knew these guys were onto you. We needed to wait for the right time to step in,” he began as Nino looked on and wondered where this was going. “Rakman Hussein is the reason I’m here. You and Mr. Hussein became good friends while in prison, and we have you two on video passing mail back and forth. We didn’t piece it all together until he managed to escape, and then you were released not long after. You got caught with twenty kilos. There is no other way out of Dauphin County Prison unless you had help, and we believe you did,” Agent Miles said, precisely connecting all the dots.

  Nino was shocked that the Fed nigga knew all of this. He figured he and Rakman had a tight movement together. Nino thought about the other agent’s words about being on death row or spending his life in jail. He was not about that life.

  “What do you want to know about Rakman?”

  “I want to know who he was contacting and who helped him escape?”

  Nino gave him the entire breakdown of the process, the letters that were written in Arabic, and the address with the names and more.

  “What’s the address and phone number, Mr. Jones?” Agent Miles asked.

  “I didn’t memorize it, but my brother kept it just in case I needed it.”

  “It looks like you need it now, Mr. Jones,” Agent Miles said. “Gentlemen, he said his brother has the info, so get on it,” Miles added, upon seeing the agents still standing around as if they were not paying attention.

  Another agent walked into the room with a phone and handed it to Nino.

  “I gave y’all the address and phone number, so let me go now,” Nino said.

  “You’re going to sit here until we confirm that information,” Agent Miles responded.

  Within a few hours all the information Nino had given them came through, which led back to the senator and governor of California. Each denied the allegations against them; however, neither of them was able to explain how Rakman had their phone numbers and addresses.

  Agent Miles ordered the release of Nino, so once again he was a free man because of a corrupt government wanting to appease itself. Similar to the Gotti situation when his number-two guy sold him out after killing nineteen men, the government let Nino go in exchange for all the information he knew on the boss.

  Meanwhile, Agent Miles sent the new information to CNN and the local news in Harrisburg to make sure that the truth would be exposed.

  As the news spread nationwide, the FBI was forced to bring the California governor and senator in on charges for aiding in an escape, amongst other things. As they were being led into the FBI Headquarters in California, multiple news outlets rushed them for questions.

  “I’m innocent! I don’t know what’s going on here!” the senator yelled out in fear of his world collapsing around him.

  The governor broke down crying and pleading to the media: “We didn’t do anything! They must be mistaking us for someone else!”

  As they were in front of the cameras making their empty pleas, the CIA director, along with other elite agencies, was now watching all of this unfold.

  “Gentlemen, we definitely have a problem that needs to be resolved before it gets out of hand,” the director said over the conference call.

  “I’ll have it all secured within seventy-two hours,” the other director said, sounding pissed off.

  Down in Juarez, Mexico, Hector Guzman was also watching the chaos unfold in America. These two men once came to his home, and now they were both in a bad position. He hoped they would not bring any heat back onto him. Hector reached out to his associates at the agencies to see if they, too, were aware of what was going on.

  Rakman was in Saudi Arabia, so when he was notified of what was happening, he made arrange-ments to go to Mexico to meet up with the other associates to discuss and secure the problem.

  Meanwhile, over in Washington, DC, Director Davenport received a call from Homeland Security director Tony Ridge.

  “Mike, what’s going on? Who leaked this info about those men in California? You know we’re supposed to find out more first.”

  “Sir, I don’t know what took place, but it cannot be taken back now that it’s out there. We just have to let it all play out and allow these men to expose themselves.”

  “Mike, you’re responsible for resolving this. I just received a call from the president. He’s not too happy about what’s going on, because now he has to address the nation on these accusations made against men in our government.”

  “I’ll take care of this, sir; however, these men in California put themselves in that position.”

  “You have forty-eight hours to come up with something other than that. The president needs more,” he said before hanging up and leaving Director Davenport to think about what was going on and what still needed to be done.

  CHAPTER 12

  AT 1:03 A.M., Tommy Guns’s cell phone sounded off and woke him. He grabbed the phone but did not recognize the number that was calling.

  “Who the fuck is this waking me up?”

  “Get up, Mr. Anderson,” a calm yet powerful voice ordered.

  “I’m up! What’s going on?” he asked, now recognizing the voice of the man who he had met on the plane.

  “Your business associate, Mr. Jones, a.k.a. Nino, was arrested by the Feds earlier today. He was in possession of two hundred kilos, but somehow that wasn’t in the report. It got back to our agency that he had been released due to his cooperation of giving information on Rakman Hussein, which has now caused a ripple effect in our government.”

  At the sound of Rakman’s name, Tommy fully woke up. He thought back to how his life had gotten turned upside down because of the muthafucka who tried to kill him multiple times.

  “So what is it you need me to do?”

  “Mr. Jones’s employment with us is no longer needed. I’ll text you his info. We need this done now, so you’ll need to fly to North Carolina. And $10 million will be deducted for your services.” The voice hung up, leaving Tommy Guns to think about how he would have killed Nino for less than $10 million.

  But since it was helping him clear up his debt, Nino was as good as dead.

  Tommy kissed Candy’s soft lips and let he
r know business was calling.

  “I’ll be back by lunch.”

  “I’ll have your lunch and dessert waiting on you right here, so don’t miss out,” she said, being sexual and funny at the same time.

  Tommy took a flight to North Carolina and made his way to Greensboro to the house where Nino lived. The agency provided him with all that he needed, including having someone at the airport give him twin silenced stealth-black 9mms, which he removed upon entering Nino’s home, undetected thus far.

  As Tommy made his way through the house, he prepared to head upstairs, but Nino’s two pit bulls sensed danger and quickly came out of the basement. Their barking and charging toward him drew his immediate attention, and then he saw their eyes illuminated in the darkness.

  Instinctively, Tommy Guns took off upstairs until he reached the top of the steps. He quickly turned around as the two pit bulls turned the corner and began to run up the steps, until they were each greeted with silenced slugs to their open mouths. Both dogs were killed instantly as they tumbled back down. After killing the dogs, he cleared each room. No one was at the house, so he needed to head to the second location now. Tommy hoped the nigga did not have pit bulls at the other crib.

  It did not take long before he made his way to the second house, where he found no dogs. He closed in while walking down the hall, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw a brown-skinned chick come out of a room with no clothes on, on her way to the hall bathroom. Her eyes lit up and her body froze like a deer in the headlights when she saw a man in black standing there with two silenced 9mms pointed in her face. She looked back into the room from which she had just walked, signifying to Tommy that Nino was probably inside. She then opened her mouth preparing to scream, until Tommy squeezed each of the silenced 9mms once and sent two rounds racing through the air. As she sucked in a mouth of air to scream, she halted as each slug slammed into her mouth and face, twisting her body around and dropping her. At the same time, brains and chunks of her skull flew out the other end and sprayed the wall behind her.