Seoul Kitchen: Side Story #5 Part 2

Red Hot Delivery

David has done a lot of stupid shit throughout his life, but this one might just take the cake. Weaving through the late night traffic, David rode his scooter as hard as he could while gunshots echoed out in the air. Feeling the bullets zip by as he dodged cars left and right all while Katsuo screamed into his ears, he wondered if he truly went mad. Why the hell did he save him?

"Oh god, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!" The bastard cried as he clung to him like some demented koala, crushing his lungs in the process.

Feeling his rib cage creak, he snapped, "I said grab on, not squeeze my lungs your shit!" Elbowing the boy for good measure, he shouted, "If you don't fucking stop right now, both of us will!" It was hard to concentrate when he was having trouble breathing.

Thankfully, that snapped his classmate out of his stupor, but his troubles weren't done yet; He still had the Tyger Claws to deal with. Feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up, he ducked, dodging a blast from a sawn off as one of the riders caught up to them.

At an anemic fifty miles per hour, his scooter was no match to the souped up super bikes these gangoons sported. Reloading their gun with one hand and holding the handle bar with the other, the man screamed, "You think your boyfriend's going to save your pretty ass-!" Whatever it wanted to say would be lost to the winds as David reached for his pocket and threw the burger at the man's face.

Splattering across their eyes, the man screamed as hot got into their eyes, before they slammed head first into the back of a car. "Sorry ma, I'll just get another one for you later," He whispered under his breath as he turned his attention back on the road and questioned his life decisions.

He could have gone his merry way and ignored the bastard on his back, but no, he had to feel sorry for the shitstain. Now, he was stuck in this mess. How the hell did even get them into this mess? As another shot pinged off his scooter, tearing off his left side mirror, he shouted, "God damn it Katsuo."

Looking back at the bastard, he couldn't figure out why the hell he got beaten black and blue by the Tyger's of all things. They were the corpo's unspoken favorite for dirty jobs, so why was the son of an exec got this close to getting curb stomped? "What the fuck did you to do to piss them off?! Aren't you Arasaka royalty or some shit!"

He had everything he didn't, Money, chrome, connections, so why was he the one in trouble? He simply couldn't wrap his head around it. Staring him back in the eyes, the boy sheepishly replied, "I may or may not have asked for a loan that I haven't paid yet?"

David was left gobsmacked, his mouth hanging open, at the utter stupidity that left his rival's mouth. Staring back at them in disbelief, he almost missed the look of horror in the boy's eyes as they pointed ahead. Whirling around, he veered off sharply into the left as he dodged the truck, but it forced him deeper inside Watson.

With Westbrook getting further away, their escape got a whole lot harder. Gritting his teeth, he turned and slipped through some of the tighter alleys. While he couldn't shake them off in the richer district, he still had a chance here. He didn't spend his nights delivering for nothing!

As they burst out of the alleyway and out the other street, David finally had some breathing room to scream at the bastard, "You fucking gonk. Are you trying to get yourself purposely iced?!" No wonder the bastards were after him, but why the loans?

He wouldn't have to wait long as the boy answered it for him, "Damn it Martinez! It's not my fault my father cut me off from my credit card!" At this point, David could only laugh at the absurdity of it all. He had gone mad and the world did too.

"Estúpido hijo de puta!" He cursed out as he slapped his forehead. All this trouble just because the guy couldn't live without his credit card? What kind of stuff was he buying? It's not like food was expensive for his type. "What the fuck's wrong with you!" He shouted.

"Do you know how expensive it is to keep friends around?" Katsuo fired back, making David pause in disbelief once again. "I have to pay for our drinks, girls and everything! What do you think happens if I stop!" He listed off, making David's migraine worse.

"And do you know who you just messed with?!" He countered as he all but gave up. "I thought you were smart! Did you really just risk your life for your fake friends?" He asked as the urge to throttle him grew even more.

"Fuck you, they're not fake!" He screamed back, yet he could already hear the doubt in their voice. As they looked away, David could only pity them. He almost felt bad for them. Was this really the guy he used to envy? The guy that had everything? Was it all fake?

Before he could muse on the matter further, he would hear shouting before guns started raining down on him. Skidding to a stop, he found himself staring down a group barreling down his way. Turning around as fast as he could, he cursed, "Shit!"

"They're back!" Katsuo shouted as David pushed the scooters as hard as he could. Tires squealing, they shot off, as he headed straight back to the main highway.

"Don't you think I know that!" He shouted back as they joined in the traffic. Unlike earlier, they didn't have the luxury of squeezing in between the cars while they were bumper to bumper. They were now out in the open field. Reaching down his belt, he grabbed his gun and handed it to his passenger. "

"Here, use this!" He instructed just as the rear tire of the car ahead of them exploded, sending the vehicle skidding out of control. Nearly tipping over and slamming into oncoming traffic, he forced his scooter back in lane.

Holding the handgun like it's some hot potato, the teen shouted, "A gun!?"

"No! A hotdog," He sassed back before pointing at those chasing after them. "Now put those neural chips of yours to good use or both of us are dead!" He shouted as the goons got closer. He was tired of getting shot at. They had to fight back.

He wasn't sure if it was his words finally getting through his thick skull or if his survival instincts were kicking in, but the boy finally got the message as he turned around. With the gun barking, he saw two bikes flunking out.

"Good shot!" He grinned as they finally got a fighting shot. It wasn't much, but it was still better than being a sitting duck. Slipping in front of the incoming car, he used them as cover as his passenger exchanged potshots with the Tygers.

"Drive better you asshat!" Katsuo shouted as he elbowed him. "Also, ammo!" They added as she saw a magazine flying off behind them.

Feeling his eyes twitch, he shouted back, "What the hell do you think I'm doing?!" Reaching for his pockets, he handed the teen his last spare. Of course the bastard was going to get on his nerves, but he's his only fighting chance if they wanted to get out of here alive. It was already hard enough to drive as is.

With Japan Town finally in sight, David felt relief, only to nearly double over as his shoulder exploded in pain. Feeling the hot searing agony inside his shoulders, he cursed out, "You whore!" He was shot, he actually got shot. "Why the fuck did you dodge!" He asked.

"I don't want to get hit ok?!" Katsuo fired back. "Is that too much to ask!" He asked as he fired another shot, sending another off careening out of the bridge. "Can't your implants handle this?" he asked back as David started seeing double.

Shaking his head, David held on, hoping that he didn't bleed out. "Do I look like I have health insurance, much less med implants?!" he asked incredulously, feeling ill as he felt the warm sticky liquid reaching down his pants. Fuck, this is bad. "If you don't want the fucking driver to die, use your body to block bullets!" He shouted as they wobbled, before he got things back under control.

With fear in his eyes, the teen squared himself up, before turning back to the fuckers chasing them down. "Fuck, shit, dick!" They cursed but David didn't feel them squirming out of the way. Their fortunes however would soon turn for the worse as he heard those dreaded words, "I'm out of ammo!"

"Shit, we're not fast enough to lose them!" David cursed as he wracked his brain, wondering what the hell they could do. They were out of options. They can't kill them all, nor could they lose them on the road. As saw the ramp up the skyway and a nearby building, inspiration struck him. What if they were off the road?

"Wait, I think I know a way." He shouted as he veered off to the ramp and climbed up. With the scooter's engine whining beneath them, he shot straight ahead, holding his course steady. It was now or never.

"Wait, what?" Katsuo asked as he turned around and paled at what he said, saw. "Martinez, for the love of god, please don't-!" He shouted, but his words would be drowned out by the blood rushing in David's ears.

As they approached the side rails, he warned them, "Hold on tight, this is going to be rough!" With the last of his strength, he lifted up the front end of the scooter before they flew off the side. He could feel his stomach lurching as they sailed across the air while gravity's grip pulled them down.

Staring straight into the building ahead and right at the windows reflecting there, he felt his heart thundering in his chest. Were they going to make it? Clutching on the steering bar, he prayed, "Come on!" Closing his eyes, he braced himself.

"I'm going haunt your fucking asssss-!" was the last thing he heard before the sound of glass shattering and metal screeching filled the air. He felt a momentary sense of weightlessness as he sailed across the air, before he felt a crunch as he stumbled across the ground.

Pain filled every inch of him as he rolled, before finally skidding to a stop. For a moment, he thought he had just paralyzed himself as he couldn't move his legs, before he felt a heavy weight shift atop him. "Oh god, I think they cracked…" Katzuo wheezed as David opened his eyes and saw them clutching their crotch.

Looking around, he found himself in some fancy, carpeted hallway; Its inhabitants peering out from their doorways. They made it. They actually made the jump. Unable to help himself, he laughed as he heard shouting outside.

"God damn it!" The faint voice cursed as he heard pops of gunfire. Thankfully for him, they were deep enough inside that he could only hear them chipping off concrete. "You! Go back and get to the apartment," He heard them shout as the faint roar of a motorcycle echoed before another order came ringing out, "You! Call the boys near us. They couldn't have gotten that far!"

They… were safe for now. Taking in a deep breath, he sighed as he looked up at the ceiling. Seeing the lights double and shift, he knew he was fucked. He was already feeling a bit faint. He may have a few seconds at best before he finally goes into shock.

"A-are they gone?" Katsuo asked as he saw their blurred figure standing up. This was all this fuckers fault, but… at least he didn't die on his watch.

"We're good," He coughed as he saw the darkness creeping in. Welp, looks like it was time for him to go down under. "Now give me a minute while I take a brief nap, ok?" He asked before he felt his eyelids shut close. He felt… tired.

"David?" He heard their whisper as he felt himself drifting off. "David!" He heard them scream, but it sounded muffled, like he was underwater. With how cold it was, maybe it wasn't a bad analogy. "Come… hang… there!" He heard their jumbled words. The last things he heard before the lights went out were the sound of Tanaka talking to someone, "Hello…? Trauma team…. This is Tanaka…"

A/N:

I lied :V Here's a Seoul Kitchen Interlude. Now, I need to get back to actually working on Warboss.