Overture - Book Two

11 - Pursuit

 CHAPTER 11

Katir was still finding people to help him in the raid. He noticed that he missed a call from Lemroan which was odd because Katir knew that Lemroan still had to be recovering in the hospital. He decided to call Lemroan back.

*BEEP BEEP* ...

"Yo what's up?" asked Lemroan. "Yeah man I noticed I missed a call from you and decided to call you back, what the fuck man? Aren't you still in the recovery room?" replied Katir. "Nah man, you know Daniel and Oliver?" asked Lemroan. "Yeah, Daniel's cool and Oliver is a fucking rat" replied Katir. "Well you're all wrong, apparently those fucks have teamed up and they kidnapped me FROM my recovery room and now I'm at a private airport with my friend who scared them off" explained Lemroan. "Fuck... so that's why Daniel was trying to get me to ditch Damien, he was trying to kill me too!" replied Katir. "Yeah man, we need to fucking kill those bastards! As soon as I recover from my injuries I WILL fucking end their lives! God fucking damnit! *sigh* I'm just gonna sleep, have fun doing whatever you're doing, peace out" exclaimed Lemroan. "Aight man take care, peace" replied Katir. Lemroan hung up.

Katir knew that Oliver and Daniel would have to be going back to wherever their main base is, but Katir didn't know that Oliver back-stabbed Ulysses and shot him. Katir made it his new mission to find out where the Loco Syndicate Main Base was and too completely destroy it to stop any major scandal from them. The little information that Katir had pointed him to the fact that Oliver and Daniel were on foot, they were armed and that they were scrambling to find cover. Katir hopped in his DB 9 and scouted out the local district of Old Toronto to maybe see them walking down the street.

As Katir went into his car, the radio always automatically turns on and it went straight to the news channel. "There have been multiple reports of felons roaming around the streets of Toronto, they are said to be armed and extremely dangerous. Anyone that has any info on these suspects please notify the local police via cell phone or in real life" said the radio host. Katir turned off the radio. He knew that other people would be looking for them too as well now so he should ask around local coffee shops and alleyway homeless people if they have any information. Katir noticed a homeless guy on one of the main roads and Katir knew that he had to have some information. "Hello excuse me sir, do you have any info on a couple of felons that roam around here. They are both white, and have guns strapped to them" asked Katir. The homeless guy had only a few teeth so it was hard to understand him but Katir made out a few key points. "Thanks man! I appreciate the help! Here's a little something for your troubles" replied Katir. He dropped 50 dollars next to the homeless guy to help him out a little bit.

Katir went back into his DB 9 and he refreshed his mind about what the homeless dude had told him. He said that they were looking like they were in a hurry going to a southern district of Toronto, and that he overhead a conversation that they had. "Daniel we need to do something, we've completely fucked ourselves over, I shot Ulysses and probably killed him so we can't return to the bunker, and we've lost Lemroan, our only bargaining chip!" explained Oliver. "Don't fucking worry, I have a plan, we have to head to South Toronto, I know a guy that'll hook us up, he hasn't been in the game in awhile but he is around. He's ex-military, his name is Korjen and he's LOADED with guns, drugs, meds and food, he's got a crack den, come on let's move" explained Daniel. "Let's hope he's not like our last quote on quote hook up" replied Oliver.

Katir thought to himself "Damn, this fucking crack slash drug problem is bigger than I thought, these Loco Syndicate fucks have contacts all over the city, we have to just take them both out before they get back on their feet, I have to get them while they're weak". Katir drove off to Southern Toronto and looked for any signs of a crack den, except every place in the ghetto looked like a crack den, so Katir had to get a keen eye quick. As Katir was cruising around he saw someone smoking some crack down the street and decided to tail that guy until he reached his destination. Due to unfortunate circumstances, the guy was just some crack addict that lives in an alleyway, so Katir continued his search until he found someone that looked ex-military. He followed him straight to a crack den. Katir kept a note on the location and drove back to the CIA Headquarters.