Chapter 2 : Reform of the Impossible

   I opened my apartment door. The place was like a rat hole. Smelly and dirty. I put my coat on the one seat sofa. I sunk into the sofa and looked at the bottle of beer on the table. It was three weeks after the last case of Clemente. Fucking turd. Now I'm 'caseless' detective. I need to solve my problems fast. I took the beer. I drank the beer and hope to get drunk. To let the pain went through my body and out. Just a fucking thing I needed, painkillers. I saw a few bottle of painkillers on the table. I took them too. Without hesitation, I put them in my mouth. I began to sunk into the sofa. My eyes were no longer seeing the reality. My vision became fuzzy. Dark, horrid place. It was an imagination of reform my mental and physical. The reform of the impossible. I knew that I fell into dark cold sleep on my couch. I walked around the 'dreamland' to search for something. Something that yet I do not understand. I saw a cat. Black cat. Crawled and followed me. I didn't care. I just cared about my health. The hall became nearer and nearer every step I took. One step made me fall into a cold dark abyss. Inside the abyss, I could see myself. The second me held out his hand to help me got up. He told me, " Be prepare. Something bigger than us is coming. Be prepare. Coop. "

   I opened up my eyes. It was night. Fuck. How long was I asleep? I rubbed the filth off my face. I sat on the couch properly and looked at the bottle of beer on the floor. I picked it up and remembered the sentence, " Be prepare. " I have to be prepare for what? The puzzle of the sentence kept playing in my head. It was fucking my minds out. I couldn't think anymore. I went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Fucking perfect. No water. Great. I brought my toothpaste and toothbrush to the kitchen sink. After the hygienic cleanliness on my teeth. I went outside of my apartment to the balcony to get some midnight fresh air. The smell was fucking horrid. This place's a dump. The only apartment I could afford was this piece of crap. Fuck my ass. I saw a van full with three piece suit guys arrived in front of the apartment. Gunshots were heard. " What the fuck is going on? " the question in my mind. I wore my coat back and took the M1911 on the table. Just a perfect way to start my night. I hid the gun in my coat. I walked out of my apartment with a cool face. Inside, I was terrified as shit. I saw my neighbor. She was an old woman who I think that maybe divorced when she was in her 30s cause of her nagging problem. She was terrified too. I told her, " Get inside. I'll check it out. " Her stupid frightened face wasn't rub off. She looked towards me and said, " Dear Cooper, please sort this out. " I nodded. She closed the door. I continued my stupid suicidal journey. Fuck my life. I walked without any remorse. I heard a gunshot came out from a shotgun. I hid behind a cover. My stupidity started at that very moment. I jumped out and shot the killer. Fuck me. One gunshot came from a man that I killed but I didn't think that he would be in a fucking group at that time. I quickly jumped into cover. They kept shooting. I was pinned.

   " NYPD! Stop shooting fucking prick! " yelled me. They ignored and kept shooting. Fuck... My... Life!!! I shot one in the leg. I continued shooting until the bullets reached the head. I was out of ammo. One came running towards me. He charged towards me. I dodged and took his Uzi. Then, I shot his face. I was barely even alive at that moment. I was pinned like a gazelle trapped by fucking lions. The lions any moment could just kill the gazelle. The gazelle barely even alive because of the lions stupidity and parallax error on it. The bullets nearly hit me. I was out of option. I ran out and dodged while shooting them. I rolled on the floor because of my dodging impact. One goon was smiling because right at that fucking moment, I was pinned. Seriously pinned. Then, a bullet came out of his forehead. The trajectory of the bullet shown that it came from the back of his head. He fell down and the killer was revealed. Just my luck. It was John.

   " What were you doing on the floor? " asked John. I replied, " I was looking for my missing bullet on the ground. " Sarcasm was a good thing to give towards his face at that time. " John, who the fuck are these guys? " I asked. John stood behind a wall and checked the coast. It was clear and he answered, " Clemente's men. " I was shocked and asked, " I thought Falcone's men can cover my ass. " John answered with a confident answer that he ashamed of, " They're all dead. Clemente's men kill them first before getting to you. " My pupil dilated. " What the fuck?! " asked me. John replied, " Clemente is a very fucking dangerous man. He'll get whatever he wants. We need NYPD help in this. " I stopped for a while from the running and the shooting. Took a time for myself. What the fuck just happened?! I was sleeping. I woke up and this happened?! I took my steps back and started walking. John held his Glock tight. It was a fucking war between me and them. I saw the goons were standing in front of the elevator. I ran and jumped while shooting at them. Most of the bullets hit them. Some of them ran for cover. John took them out. I picked up an AK47. I pressed the button to go down. It took a fucking moment to arrive. We boarded the elevator and John asked to me to press the bottom floor. " What am I? A button pusher? " I asked. He replied, " Yeah and a good one too. Where did you get that from? " I silenced and said, " I got from the game Max Payne. " He laughed and said, " You played a game? You're like in the 20s. " I replied with an awesome voice, " Fuck you. "

   The elevator opened. It was quiet. I checked out the hall to see if it was clear. Two men were talking by the vendor machine. In cold blooded murdering war and they had a fucking drink. Nice one fuck face. I started shooting my picked up AK47 at them. Both of them were dead before they seen my fucking face. I walked towards their bodies. Blood squirted from the neck and the eyes were pierced by a bullet-hole. I took their pistols for further precaution. I gave one to John and we walked towards the exit. The door won't budge. Fuck we're trapped. I heard numerous footsteps headed to the back door of the building from the stairs. We hid behind the walls. John gave an idea to go to through the back door of the building. Why didn't I think of that?! John saw an army of fucking goons came to cover the back door. The hall was packed by them. I saw John's car outside the window. Just besides the room full with the goons. Fuck my ass. I whispered. " John. Better be prepare for a fucking war. " John nodded his head with shakes. I held tight my pistols and ran out from the cover. I shot every man that I could see at that time and so was John. I saw a way to the room on the left. I jumped and shot the men inside the room. It wasn't enough. There's still a lot of them. I released my guns and took new ones from the dead because of I was out of ammo and had no time to reload. I saw a window that could take us straight to the car. I yelled, " John! Jump! " He jumped out of the window and so did I. I jumped and turned on my back to shoot the other remaining bastards. I got into the car after John and he started the engine. Fuck me. We were pinned. We were sitting ducks. The car ignited and John drove away. I was grateful at that time. I was grateful that John came and rescued me. I was grateful that I didn't break any of my balls in that incident. John drove his car and wiped the sweats on his forehead. " Fuck man. That was fucked up. " said John.

   I felt a little weird on my shoulder. I looked at my right shoulder. Fuck. I was hit. John didn't care to stop yet he tried to drive me to the nearest hospital. Like I said, tried. A car came pushing our car to lose control. It was them. The motherfucking Clemente's men. They pushed as a couple of times. John was a steady driver. He could drive and swear at the same time. " Fuck you chicken fuck! " he yelled. I took a shotgun from the backseat and I rolled down the window. It was a struggling moment. I put my torso out. I tried to shoot at the driver but I hit the others instead. The driver kept pushing. I looked for a way to stop them. One of the goons aimed his gun straight to our car. I hoped it doesn't hit John. I shot the car tire. The car flipped and the goons were all in a fucking way to shit their own pants. John didn't stop. He kept driving me to the station. On the way, " Fucking madness. I shouldn't have give you the case dude. " said John. He continued, " I checked it back. This is bigger than us dude. This is not just a war. This is about drugs and revenge. " I was confused and asked politely, " What the fuck?! Not a war? Then it was what? A fucking Merry Christmas for them? Oh, I forgot they're Jewish, so it was a fucking Bar Mitzvah?! " John shook his head and answered, " Dude. Falcone stole from Clemente a very big thing. A drug. These days what they call them, The Jinx. The Jinx is now the most expensive kind of drugs these days. It can make you high as a fucking eagle. Where the Jinx is originated from? I don't know. All I know is that Falcone stole a crate from Clemente. Resulting in Clemente kidnapped Falcone's daughter, Katerina. That kidnap just a persuasion for Falcone to give back the drugs. " I replied, " So now what? Falcone's dead. Where's those drugs? " John shook his head and answered, " I don't know. Now I know that those drugs are being hidden by Falcone's men. We need to burn those drugs once and for all. " I was in a little of confusion, " Why not hand those drugs to Holstein? " John replied, " And what? Holstein will not give a damn unless he have the evidences that these drugs are from Falcone's family. It would take months of business and right now, on our tail is a fucking mad Mafia boss. " I replied, " Then? What should we do? " He answered back, " Kill Clemente and get rid of these drugs. "

   It was easier said than to be done. Clemente was at his home. Comforting and having pleasure to cover back the discomfort and unpleasantry of the NYPD jail. Fortified in his home with an army guarding his house from the bottom to the top. From the front to the back. With superior weapons like soldier's weapons. Not like a normal gun. These kind of guns that you could only see in the army. How do they get a supplier? These rich motherfuckers can get what they want easily. Easily, I meant by ruining other people's life to get what they want. Fucking Clemente. All we had to do now is kill him. That is just great. Fucking perfect.