Guns for Hire - Script Three
Motel,
Pacifica outskirts 10.21am 28/02/2015
The following morning, having hired a SUV for a couple of days under false ID, the four pile into the battery powered truck & following the map printed out from the DAT terminal head towards Pacifica's cheapside as Vrasten wants to purchase a second hand digital camera before checking out the Ambassadors of the Afrikan Free States official residence.
Pulling onto Delangelo Boulevard, a title far grander than the property lining its boardwalk suggests, Mariusz pulled up opposite the address identified on the print out & Vrasten, promising to be quick crossed the hot & dusty street. Passing through the razor wire topped security fence Vrasten approaches the automatic doors of Pedro's Pawn Palace under the watchful eye of two armed grunts within, as the doors slide apart Vrasten sauntered through only to jump backwards as alarms blasted out a warning, the grunts, levelling pistols at his chest, bellowed for him to hit the deck.
Not wishing to push the guards into mistakenly firing, Vrasten calmly submited to their repeated instructions & gingerly opened his jacket to reveal the MAC 14 slung below his trench coat, drawing it out with two fingers he lowered it to the floor only for one of the guards to kick it to one side. Stepping back through the screened door & still under threat from the edgy guards the alarms continue to announce that all was still not well,
"C'mon fella's, I've got enough metal in me to shit rust" blurted Vrasten
Whilst Vrasten's response somewhat lightend the moment it didn't stop one of the guards expertly frisking Vrasten for any other weapons however the search failed to locate the sub dermal pocket containing his Sloyboyov ST2, visibly relaxing the second guard smiled,
"Our apologies Sir, but you know how it is"
More than you know thought Vrasten as he grinned before heading to the grill protected counter, several minutes later & $50 lighter Vrasten pocketed the camera & spare memory chips, collects his Ingram from the rack & turned to leave the pawn shop, stepping through the already opening doors they suddenly began to close & heavy steel grills began to drop over the windows. Glancing up Vrasten could see the high steel gates of the outer security fence automatically closing as two black pick ups slewed across the road blocking in the hired SUV, unhesitatingly Vrasten leaped for the gate releasing the Ingram's safety catch.
As Vrasten crossed the wide dusty road & across the sidewalk towards the pawn shop Mariusz sighed, closed his eyes & for the thousandth time since leaving the motel wished Skinpin & Gonzales would shut the fuck up, as he watched Vrasten walk through the sliding doors he jumped as Vrasten suddenly raised his arms then hit the deck, before he or the others could react however Vrasten was back on his feet & after being frisked by one of the two guards was allowed to proceed.
Eyes
closed, Mariusz tried to blot out the bickering behind him, quite distinctly
however he heard the slewing & breaking of tyres, half opening his eyes
he could see a dirty pick up with blacked out windows parked at an angle across
the front of the SUV, as both the driver & passengers door opened, two hoods
emerge levelling machine pistols at the SUV's windscreen, on the pick up flat
back two further grinning goons did like wise. Glancing in the rear view mirror
Mariusz could see a second pick up parked tight to the rear of the SUV's tailgate.
As Gonzales struggled to extract his Viper from the holdall behind the rear
seat Mariusz calmly sliped the SUV into gear, gunned the engine into life, slipped
it into gear & mounted the sidewalk, behind him Gonzales bleated as his
head hit the roof of the SUV, next to him Skinpin quietly began to sing "Sweet
Home Alabama"
Angling the SUV around the front pick up, Mariusz grins as the driver is forced to jump back up onto the running board of the pick up to avoid being smeared along its wing by Mariusz's driving, to the whine of ricocheting shells Mariusz neatly swerves around the front of the pick up, kills the engine & smiles as he lifts his Sturmkarabiner from across the front seat.
Running low across the rutted blacktop Vrasten didn't wait to introduce himself & fired on the run at the two hoods on the rear of the rearmost pick up, with satisfaction he saw one, then the second thrown backwards as the heavy slugs rip into & through both thier bodies, suddenly aware however that shells were ripping into the tarmac all around him he kept running for all his worth hoping to reach the second pick up before he was hit himself.
With no time to reload Vrasten fired the last of the MAC's clip shattering the windscreen & radiator of the rear pick up & hitting the driver, before the goon died he let loose a couple of rounds as Vrasten slides across the hood. Pain flooded through Vrasten's right hand, now missing three fingers, fighting back the nausea Vrasten crouched on the far side of the disabled truck.
Mariusz, in his element, drew a bead on the front passenger of the first pick up who having guessed Mariusz's intentions was cowering behind the open pick up door, unfortunately the trucks bodywork was no match for the 9.00mm slugs fired by the SK19G & the back of his head exploded all over the interior of the pick up. With Gonzales now armed & moving towards the driver of the first pick up, Mariusz went wide to to get a shot at one if not both of his accomplices on the back of the pick up, as slugs rip into both the drivers nerve blew & he ran before Gonzales could get a clean shot off.
Watching
from behind the wing of the second pick up Vrasten smiled as he saw the the
last of the hoods running blindly towards him, rising at the last second he
fired 
the ST2
point blank at the back of the panic stricken car jacker, he missed, cursing
he went for a second shot but was to late as the would be escapee dodged into
a back alley.
Gradually it dawned on Mariusz that he could hear the wail of sirens above the noise of the cooling engine blocks, with the cessation of gunfire several faces appeared at doors & windows along the street, however as Gonzales approached the nearest door held ajar it was slammed & bolted. Whilst Skinpin, still singing to himself, hastily applied a Realskin patch to Vrasten's maimed hand, Mariusz & Gonzales check out the SUV & then the pick ups.
"No way man, they is fucked up good style" replied Gonzales to Mariusz's upturned face.
Cursing Mariusz, Vrasten & Skinpin rifled the pockets of the downed hoods obtaining several wallets & a roll of dollar bills.
With the sirens getting ever louder, Mariusz turned towards one of a number of vehicles that had stopped at the junction a couple of hundred yards back aways, before the driver realised what Mariusz was about, he hauled open the door & in the politest of tones suggests that the driver got the fuck out, bundling the others in to the all to small city smartcar Gonzales managed to loose them in the back allies before Pacifica's finest reach the crime scene.
Mo's Diner, Pacifica 11.49am 28/02/2015
Several blocks away the hijacked runabout was dumped & the four found an out of the way side street diner to sit awhile whilst they discussed whether to abort however with nerves settled they agreed that the situation was recoverable. Whilst the SUV's loss was awkward, its hire was only traceable to the address of the dingy apartment rented under Vrasten's false ID back in Night City & there is was connection between the motel & where the SUV was hired from. On the downside Vrasten's right hand was well & truely busted but on the plus side he could still use the other one & they were $3K the richer.
Taking several busses they made thier way back to the motel having first reported the SUV stolen to the hire company, from the questions, or lack off, of the rep on the line it sounded like the NPPD had already been in contact.
Back
at the motel they immediately checked out, collected their gear & thanked
the receptionist for her assistance, blaming a change in business for their
early departure, out in the motel carpark Gonzales looked at Vrasten & Mariusz,
"So what's the plan guys ?"