My Criminal Future

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Chapter 4 (v.1) - IV

Submitted: July 02, 2019

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The next morning, he woke up expecting a text from Morning about a traditional morning-post-op meeting but for the first time since he became an important member of the gang – there was none. He was a bit surprised but knew Boozer isn’t a fan of habits so he might have erased that one as well. He ate a toast and turned on his TV, to watch a quiz show. When he was reaching for another toast, he finally got a message. But it wasn’t from Morning, it was from “Dora”. It said: “Today. 1 pm”. It was almost eleven o’clock and reaching the meeting point usually took him about 30-40 minutes so he figured there was no time to lose. He ate another toast, did a few push-ups and crunches and jumped into the shower. He carefully chose his clothes, so that no one would recognize him, for he would usually be seen in the city in his jeans and a black shirt, he put on his sunglasses and a cap and left the apartment. It was about twelve o’clock and as usual he got a message from Dodger saying “What are you up to tonight? Wanna grab a bear? Or seven?” but as usual Crispy answered with an evasive “We’ll see.”. Though he wasn’t avoiding him. He considered Dodger a wonderful companion. He had two qualities one rarely sees in one person: he was a giant talker, but a great listener, but partying with him was in most cases progressing in a similar pattern – they would have fun for an hour or two, but then Dodger would find himself a pretty, not-so-respectable female friend and leave his companion dry. It was his nature. He loved his friends and would die for them, but whenever there was a pretty girl around, he would lose his mind and hit the girl with the most cliché pick up line he could come up with. The last time they were drinking together, after about an hour of really fun times, Dodger, after shotgunning six beers, walked up to a pretty blonde and told her: “I lost my teddy bear… Could I sleep with you tonight?”. It was then and there that Dominick promised himself to keep those meetings with Dodger to a minimum.

Although, every band member had their flaws and blessings. Though annoying at times, Dodger was known as a kind of guy that can talk himself out of any trouble – a skill that would come in handy more often than not. Crispy loved Dodger like a brother, a highly dysfunctional, and sometimes annoying brother, but a brother nonetheless, but Oti was his best friend. He joined Boozer’s gang a few weeks before him. He was older than Dominick, though he would probably look like an eighteen-year-old without his sleeve tattoos. He had only one role in the gang: recruitment. He grew up in an orphanage, spent a few years in juvie and a few in prison so he had friends in the highest places of the criminal world. His ex-cellmate runs a shooting range not far from from the city and the whole gang was free to practice there whenever they wanted to, for free. But Oti’s biggest strength was how different he was from the other members: he loved peace and quiet. He wasn’t a fan of cars, nor sport. He could sit in front of a TV screen for a whole day, watching movies. He was as loyal as one could be.

Morning was a part of the gang the longest. A thirty-seven-year-old IT guy was Boozer’s right hand man. He was responsible for timing, preparation and strategy on every op. He knew the boss since he hired him to find some dirt on a potential governor of the city who was a bit too enthusiastic about fighting organized crime. If for some reason Boozer wasn’t leading the op – Morning was. He wasn’t as respectable and abrasive as him, but everyone knew that disobeying him was not a good idea.

Magnet was the member than Crispy knew for the shortest time. He knew that he used to be the boss’ cellmate when he was arrested for assault and that’s where he earned his trust and a high position in the gang inside and outside the prison, but he was promoted to Boozer’s personal squad only a few months ago, when he heard from a source within the police department about a raid on Boozer’s house and managed to alert him in time.

Viktor Purner, aka Boozer is a man who can’t be described in just a few sentences. He was like a father to all the gang members. A harsh father that would shout at you one day for putting too much salt in the soup, but give you a crate of beer the next day for a job well done. Everyone respected him. His every command was obeyed within seconds. He hated one question – “Why?”. According to him, it indicated distrust and disloyalty. He was a middle-aged man and he’d seen it all in “the industry”. No one knew how he comes up with ideas what to do next, who to target next, who to frighten next but his every idea was a great one, and that’s how he earned his subordinates’ adoration.

Crispy, while walking through the park, reminisced about the past three years. How many bad deeds he had done, how many family members had he killed, how many he’d hurt, how many he’d stolen from. It was all supposed to be for the greater good. He’d been hearing for years that all those little sins push us and push him towards the light at the end of the tunnel. A light that once shines a bright light, and once it barely flickers, but it’s there nonetheless.

He sat down on the fourth bench from the Rutherford B. Hayes statue, as he always had. He waited for about five minutes when he was greeted by the familiar, vibrating voice of a forty-one-year-old man with a signature, thick mustache:

  • Hello there, corporal.
  • Shhh, not that loudly, lieutenant. You never know who’s listening.
  • Oh come on, buddy. I’m in a good mood today and even you won’t be able to screw that up. We managed to arrest Yeti two days ago. If it wasn’t for your info from Boozer we could wipe our asses with the charges but now he’s in the can. And know that you’ll get the credit for it when it’s time.
  • Would you mind, sir, not kissing my ass? I have no info for you today. And I’m barely even alive today. Maybe next time let me know when there are ten cops coming to arrest me and the gang, all right?
  • Oh… yeah. That was out of my jurisdiction and the decision was made at the last second. I wasn’t at the station at the time and you know I’m the only one that knows about you. The Dunkowskis installed cameras on the parking lot and sent the feed to officer Rinker and he sent the cars right away.
  • All right, I don’t need your explanations. It would just be great if you could let me know the next time I’ll be forced to fight for my life, does that seem fair?
  • Ok, ok, calm down. You haven’t found out anything about Klips or Terenko?
  • I haven’t seen anyone but my mates and Boozer for two weeks. I don’t know if they’re planning any big op or are keeping things quiet for now.
  • If you hear anything…
  • Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll let Dora know, and she’ll let you know. Don’t tell me how to do my job for the third year in a row.
  • I’m just reminding you. We’ve put away many bad motherfuckers because of you but there’s still a long road ahead. We’ll need very solid evidence to put Boozer away and you know it. Much more solid than those we had for those meatheads.

They had been meeting on that bench for three years now, but for both of them it felt like all they ever knew. Lieutenant Baker owed a lot to Dominick and he knew that and Dominick knew that he helped to send some of the most dangerous criminals to prison but he felt more and more like he was used by his superior and he’s one mistake away from a shot to the head. He had to be alert every second of every day. That’s why he was transferred from the other end of the country. That’s why they deleted all record of him being a police officer. Boozer’s gang was the most dangerous gang west of the pacific and they had to be stopped.

  • I suppose you’re meeting Morning and the rest tonight to celebrate killing seven officers and taking hard-earn money from the restaurant?
  • Actually… no. That’s a bit out of the ordinary. I was expecting a message in the morning but there was none.
  • Well… such irregularity is common when dealing with Boozer, but then again, wasn’t there always a post-op party?
  • But once. When we lost Kerry.
  • According to the footage I’ve seen there was a draw in losses at the end.
  • There wouldn’t be any if I knew we’d be playing a game.
  • That’s not my fault.
  • I know.
  • All right. You’re free to go.
  • I’ll see you around, lieutenant.

And when he was a few steps away the lieutenant called him back.

  • Hey, I just wanted to say – I saw the footage from last night, too. That kid was lucky that it was you standing over him. Thank you. And don’t worry – no one has seen it but me.

Dominick smiled lightly and walked away, not knowing that it was the last time he would see the lieutenant for a long time.


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