Chicago Fire: Part 5

The fire department sent Riley and I back to the scene to conduct further investigation. When we arrived, there was a black car with two guys dressed in Italian suits that were scuffling through the rubble. I approached them.
"this Is a crime scene. You can't be here. You need to leave."

"oh and I assume Freddy the firefighter is going to make us?" one of the guys said turning around to face us. I was offended by it.

"look buddy you gotta-" he pulled a pistol out at me and shoved it under my chin. I hear the hammer cock into position. I completely froze. Was I going to die?

"look, buddy." he said mocking me. "get out of here. And don't say nothing to nobody. Unless you don't need your head no more, back off!" he screamed in anger.

"ok." I said. I turned around and Riley followed. This could be very bad. I opened my car door and climbed inside. Riley got in as well. I turned over the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. We continued down the road and Riley asked: "what the fuck was that!?!?"

"that was Vincent Gambini. We just stumbled on a mob hit... We just caught the mob covering their tracks for something!!! Riley their going to kill us! Were going to die!!" I couldn't stop screaming in fear. Guys like Gambini don't fuck around. If he wanted to kill you, he'd do it. If you beat him with fists, he comes back with a bat.

If you beat him with a bat, he comes back with a knife. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him. Because he'll keep coming back and back until one of us is dead. I was now legitimately frightened for my life. I don't know what to do. We got back to the station and I quickly ran back up to the bunkroom. I was terrified. I decided to get some sleep. My cell phone went off. I answered.

"hello?"

"MacTavish right?"

"good. Guess what, your our new man in the F.D. if you don't want to, we understand. But you gotta understand that if your little fag boy ends up face-down in lake Michigan, don't blame us."

"what do you need me to do?"

"if you suspect something in the fire rubble, there's nothing there. Got it? And if you Are a good little firefighter, you may get a piece of the action."

"ok."

He hangs up. What the fuck did we get ourselves into???

"hey baby." I hear Riley say.

"oh... Hey." I started to think of the sight of Riley dead in lake Michigan. I started to cry.
"don't cry baby!" he said walking over to comfort me.

"i know how hard that was last night. Seeing that building explode."

"yeah.... That's what it must be..."