Obsession by Treasure Hernandez Page A

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    â€œCome on!” Hawk yelled out the window, as he watched Lucky run and hop in the backseat. Hawk put the pedal to the metal as he heard the back window shatter.
    Quick watched the car swerve out into the street as he emptied his clip on the vehicle. He was hoping one of his bullets didn’t strike Lucky, but in this game there were no guarantees.
    â€œCome on, we gotta go!” Major Pain barked, and he and Quick ran through the mansion toward the front door.
    By the time they reached the front of the mansion, they saw two of their vans flying down the street. Just as they reached the last van, two cop cars came to a screeching stop, the light on the top of their cars flashing brightly.
    â€œGet in the van,” Major Pain said as he trained his AK at the cop car and held onto the trigger as he swept the gun back and forth.
    Quick hopped in the driver’s seat of the van as he watched the bullets from Major Pain’s AK tear up the two squad cars. Once Major Pain ran out of bullets, he hopped in the passenger seat of the van.
    Quick gunned the engine, recklessy pulling out into the street. He nervously looked through the rearview mirror. “Fuck! We got company,” he announced as he saw flashing lights in his rearview.
    Major Pain looked over at Quick. “You know what we gotta do,” he said, reloading his AK.
    Quick nodded his head, signaling he understood.
    Major Pain reached in the backseat and grabbed Quick’s AK. He stuck a fresh clip in the gun and sat it on Quick’s lap.
    â€œPull over right here,” Major Pain said, pointing. “We gotta split up and make a run for it on foot before they call in the helicopter.”
    Quick stopped the van in the middle of the block as he took a deep breath.
    â€œMeet you back the spot,” Major Pain said.
    The two shook hands then hopped out the van. Quick hopped out first and opened fire on the cop car as he began to backpedal.
    Major Pain hopped out, and he too opened fire on the cop car until he saw no more movement inside the cop car. He looked over at Quick and nodded his head, and the two men took off running in different directions.
    Quick ran down the street with a ski mask covering his face, and an AK-47 assault riffle in his hand. He heard pedestrians screaming and moving out of his path. Quick’s lungs and heart threatened to burst, but he pressed on, knowing that if he slowed down or got caught the end result wouldn’t be pretty. He turned down a well-lit street, where he dropped his AK on the ground, kicked it under a parked car, and kept walking like nothing had ever happened. Then he rolled his ski mask up so that it looked like a skully on his head.
    Quick heard the sirens and quickly dipped into a bar. He walked straight up to the counter and ordered a drink. He looked over both shoulders as he pulled out his cell phone and texted Ivy, telling her to come and pick him up.
    She replied, “I’m on my way.”
    Quick sat at the bar and sipped on his drink as he waited for Ivy to arrive.
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    Major Pain ran down a dark street. The first thing he did was get rid of the AK and the ski mask. He stuck his hand down in his pocket and gripped the .380 that rested there as he walked down the street like he didn’t have a care in the world. He made it to the next block and saw flashing lights all over the place, and a crowd standing around. He walked over to the crowd. Squeezing through the crowd, he saw Wolf laid out in the middle of the streets, his body filled with bullet holes. Three other men also lay dead in the street next to him.
    â€œFuck!” Major Pain cursed under his breath. He saw Wolf’s AK lying right next to him. He knew that if anyone from the crew was stopped by the police, it would be shots fired on sight.
    Major Pain saw two police officers laid out dead on the concrete, and another officer with a gunshot wound to his leg being helped into the back of an