golden acquisition

Arriving at the meeting location, Keith saw that they were the first to arrive, happy that they had made it with the use of a little nitro… it probably wasn't worth it, but Keith just wanted to enjoy the speed plus the fact that they could properly celebrate together now that they were officially out of danger..

Parking the car inside the hanger Keith planned to take out the nitro before destroying it, finding it a bit wasteful, but at the same time necessary..

The sound of helicopters came closer, as Keith and Michael stood to the side, giving them ample room to land..

The moon reflected upon them as they shouted in joy… they could have celebrated earlier, but now.. with them all together… it meant that they were in the clear… they had made it out…

With the gold no less…

The hugs they received only caused them to remember the injuries they had gotten dampening the mood a little…

"We.. Are.. good…"

"Ah come on man… cant you read the room a little?" Michael didn't seem to happy with Trevor..

"Ill get the car out of here.."

"Hold on.. let me just get some.." Keith opened the trunk, grabbing some equipment from it, mostly his nitro… before placing it to the side… thinking about getting it shipped back to Los Santo's when he had time…

"Right.. you two, ill need you to help me get the gold into storage.. we will need a couple days before we can sell it.."

"the two of us?" Trevor sounded outraged, unwilling to work with Michael..

"Yes the two of you." There was no real argument to be made for either of them..

"You sure? I could come with you if you need." Keith looked with concern towards Michael, knowing that his injurie could be more severe that it seemed on the surface, likely making him unsuitable for moving the gold..

"I don't.." Lester stopped getting into the helicopter.. shaking his head..

"Sure.. it ill be fun.." To his surprise the one to agree was Trevor, becoming him into the chopper…

"Yeah.. fun.." Michael sighed, before turning to the pilot who had controlled the second chopper…

"you'll get paid when we get the cash… you keep it on the down low yes?... nothing new.. expensive."

"He understands.. now lets go.." Keith got in the back of the chopper, with Trevor starting it up as if wanting to leave Michael behind..

"Yeah.." With a small curse under his breath, Michael entered the passenger cockpit sitting besides Trevor as the helicopter rose up into the sky, heading towards the gold…

Sitting beside Lester Keith noticed the rocket launcher… with the rockets neatly arranged besides it, unused..

"Didn't have the opportunity to use this thing ey?"

"No… its better that way.." Lester still seemed a little sad..

"To much excitement isn't good for you Lester.." Trevor seemed to get back into his usual self, while still seeming a bit hostile.. although that was his usual self…

"Come on T… Not everyday that one can fire such a thing.." Michael looked back at the launcher, also noticing that it hadn't been fired yet..

"I could." Trevor snapped back..

The rest of the flight was a little boring, as they travelled towards a little know town near the sea… where the train had been stopped near the abandoned train station there… likely not gaining as much travel as it used to with almost everything there being a bit behind on renovations…

"So why did you chose here off all places Lester?" Keith found everything to be a little dilapidated.

"They used to be quite the fishing village, but the production slowed down in past years, now only having one company that still fishes in the waters near here.."

"That doesn't explain anything?"

"they still have a good dock, plus a mostly abandoned trainyard, the perfect place to store the metal.."

"I guess.."

"Lets just do this thing so we can get out of here.." Trevor landed the helicopter to the side, letting them walk on foot towards the stopped train…

"Would the crane still work?"

"It should.." Trevor headed to the rusty crane, smashing into it before looking to start up the machine..

"you sure it is a good idea for him to be in that thing?"

"Do you have any experience with such machinery?"

"No.. But I'm sure that he doesn't have it either." Trevor somehow got the machine running, getting the hook to the first crate, with Keith securing it in place, before carrying it over the side of the train.. placing it on the ground next to it without any problem..

"he is doing better than I expected." With the first crate done, Michael began unloading it, pushing it towards the warehouse where they would store it for a while, before Lester would get it sold off..

Securing the second hook, Keith saw Trevor do the same, only this time screwing up the landing, causing the crate to fall to one side..

"Fucking hell!" Keith approached the crate, signalling Trevor to let it down completely in order not to get stuck with a hook in his face…

Reattaching it to the side, Keith signalled Trevor to pull it up, getting it back on the right side, but with all the gold strewn around on the tray…

"Come down.. we'll need to fix this before bringing it over.." if they move it now then it would only mean dropping bars of gold to the floor for them to pick up on a later time..

Opening the cage, Keith began sorting out the gold, getting it mostly back into place as Trevor casually walked up..

"Couldn't you help a little.."

"No.. no… you'll be fine on your own.." Keith sighed..

"Fine, but you can push it to the warehouse.."

"Sure…" Keith took a while before getting everything back into place, letting Trevor bring the gold to the other two, who were waiting with a confused look on their face..

"What took you two so long?" Lester stood by the door as Trevor walked in, Keith waiting outside with them..

"A small incident… took a little time to fix, but nothing major…"

"Sure… now Lets get going Trevor." Michael shouted for him to hurry up, seemingly wanting to get back home before long..

"What's the hurry…" Trevor calmly walked out, letting Lester close up behind him…

"Nothing now get a move on so we can all go home.."

Keith already saw the sun rising up in the distance, deciding to look for a place to sleep nearby in stead of getting all the way back towards his own house..

"I prepared one car, as to not get into some freak argument.. but.." Lester seemed hesitant to draw conclusion..

"You take it, ill get back on my own a later.." Keith thought of heading into town, hoping to find some kind of motel to stay at..

"You two can go drive of into the sunset.. Ill get home on my own, thank you very much..." Trevor headed for the chopper..

"Seems like it is just you and me Lester.." Keith could hear Michael talk as he headed into town, eventually finding a run own motel… near the entrance to the town

It was a little run own, with mould appearing to from on some of the parts in and out of the room he got for himself…

Now that he was inside, Keith couldn't help but feel like shit… he had been running around getting shot at before needing to drive for hours… escaping police while still having a bullet in his chest..

Looking into the dirty mirror, Keith checked out the area around the wound, trying to clean the blood away to get a better view of the injurie…

He had grabbed the first aid kid hanging outside, bringing it with him to the bathroom…

The kid didn't have everything, but did have enough for him to get the bullet out… something he had to do if he didn't want his body to get any more damage then it had already received..

With the wound clean, Keith felt around… trying to find the exact location of the bullet, grimacing as he leaned on the sink… the wound had already closed, meaning that he had to cut open his chest in order to get it out…

Finding the exact location, Keith got the sharpest object from the first aid kit… a pair of medical scissors, that he plunged partly into his chest, biting into a cloth to help him deal with the pain as he twisted it around, letting blood drip onto the ground as he let the scissors fall to the ground..

As he dug into his own skin, pulling out the bullet, as more blood began to spout out of him…

He quickly poured a small bottle on top of the wound, causing muffled screams to be heard in the room… with his injurie feeling as it was burning.. placing the bottle in the sink, Keith expediently knocked it over as he grabbed a clean cloth he had prepared earlier..

Keith caught the bleeding, pushing the cloth tightly against his skin as he used his other hand to remove what he used to bite onto, panting as he started to wrap a bandage around his waist, the clean cloth quickly began to turn crimson… even seeping trough to the bandages as Keith finished them up…

Keith held his wound as he slowly made it to the bed… laying down in order to try and get a good night of rest, planning to deal with everything else in the morning when he woke up…

His sleep was interrupted by the sound of gunshots, accompanied by shouts coming from outside…

Getting up on his feet, Keith winced in pain… getting to the window, Keith saw one hillbilly looking dude being chased out by another man, heading towards their motel…

"Never come back here again!" Keith looked confusedly as they neared the building he was in, hearing another shot as he lost sight of them…

Slowly walking towards the front door Keith decided to check it out, wanting to know what had happened for them to be in such a ruckuses at that time..

Opening the door Keith peeked around the corner, finding first man sprint towards him unaware that Keith had come out of his room..

"Get him.." the man running after the first seemed exhausted, clearly not the running type as he had lost quite a lot of distance… with a shimmer of hope reappearing once he saw Keith standing before his target…

Keith immediately dodged to the side, letting one foot stick out in order to trip the first guy…

The situation was a bit strange, but from the situation he saw and heard, Keith expected the situation to be a little different from what it might seem to other onlookers…

The hillbilly tripped, falling face first into the concrete slaps placed outside of the rooms, wailing as he seemingly broke his nose with a crunch….

He turned his body to grab something from his back, drawing a firearm, one which Keith kicked away with some effort…

It slid on the ground, scraping the side of the revolver… as it stopped under a car…

"Shit.." the man squealed as he tried to get up, only for him to be tackled to the ground by the an holding the shotgun..

"You cant escape this time…" Keith was a little worried, but saw that he overwhelm the guy on the ground..

They struggled a little more as Keith just watched, not wanting to get into a tossing spat with two guys he didn't know..

Before long the hillbilly was knocked out with the help of the butt of the shotgun…

"Well.. thanks I guess.." Now even more tired the man stood crouched, leaning with his hands on his knees..

"Don't mention it…" Keith leaned on the frame of the door…

"police will be here soon, I couldn't implore you to keep watch over this man while I head back to my store to make sure that I'm not being robbed?" Keith nodded, noting that he was right in his guess..

"Sure man… I can wait.." With the man now heading back to his store, Keith decided to check up on the revolver…

Crouching down beside the car to grab it, Keith held it in his hand, before aiming it towards the other side of the parking lot, looking and feeling it, before holstering it afterwards…