It was one of those days that Scott wishes he was sleeping in. He woke up in the morning on a Tuesday morning in Las Vegas, and started his day by getting his goals that he set out for himself years ago put into proper place. He had this plan to create a limousine business with a few friends he had whom would help him run the accounts, the finances, and administration. Scott when it came to his Limousine business would be the head driver, and would hire roughly six other drivers to completely fill his roster of other drivers he had in his business plan.
By one thirty in the Afternoon, Scott was taking the bus to the Cab Depot to start his night shift starting at three thirty. The bus ride was like how it usually was: never dull. By three O’clock, Scott punched in his card to show he has come on time to work. He looked around at the cab depot, while waiting for his day shift cab driver co-worker to show up with the Taxicab he would use for his shift. Scott usually knew that he would be a bit late, but that didn’t stop Scott from grabbing a coffee from the local “Seven Eleven” that was around the corner.
Scott talked to his co-worker, James whom he knew since he first started to work as a cab driver. They both chatted quickly about the Taxicab to see if there was anything wrong with it, and well James did say there was nothing wrong with the cab what so ever. So Scott went and cleaned out the cab and did it in a proper manner. After doing so, he had placed a picture of his vacation spot he says he goes to quite a lot each day. That picture was of Santorini, one of the islands of Greece.
By 4:00PM Scott was pulling out of the Cab depot and starting his shift, but this day was not like any normal day for him. I think we will get into that later. He had his normal routine of driving his cab and dealing with people in L.A. who thought they were the king or queen of the town, when in reality they were not. Scott has been a Cab driver for 8 years to help pay the bills, and well also help finance his dream of running that Limousine company, he did not have the name for it just yet but it was going to be a cool experience, when you got to your destination, you would want it to be a longer ride than it was.
Meanwhile a man by the name of Josef Alexander Ridgewalker: A Russian/British Hit-man was going through Customs at McCarran International Airport from a long trip from Cartagena, Columbia. He was on a new assignment to kill 9 different Targets, whom have made it onto a dangerous list of names that had crossed an Irish, Scottish, English, and Welsh Don of the Most Deadliest Crime Family in the UK & Ireland: The O’Hallahan - McNaught crime Family. The crime family was of Descendants of Either: Welsh, Irish, English and Scottish (they may also be of just Irish, Scottish; Irish, Welsh; Scottish, English; Irish, English, Etc., Etc.). The Crime Family was a merger of two Families that had No Head Boss to run them since they had both died in a Gang war several years ago. The Don was James McNaught, the son of Alex McNaught. He had run the Crime Family’s business quite well while in power, the Family was well known for Arms Smuggling, and Importing and Exporting of Illegal Whiskey and also Illegal Gambling Dens.
Josef was someone who had used Public Transportation whenever he needed to fulfill an assignment that was to happen within a day. This was due to the fact that the 9 targets he had needed to kill were about to testify against a lot of men whom were very high up in the McNaught side of the O’Hallahan – McNaught Crime Family. So when Josef had gotten out of McCarran International Airport he had called a cab, and low and behold Scott was the one who was available and answered the call.
Fifteen minutes of stop and go traffic was the way Scott had liked his traffic, he was someone who could drift away in a dream to the traffic since it was ridiculously slow. He knew he would be doing this for the next few hours but he didn’t know what would happen by the end of his shift……….this would be an adrenaline pumping, white knuckled race against time…for Josef to complete his assignment since the people on the list would be people he would need to exterminate in very violent ways. It would make Stephen Kings style of macabre and horror look like a Disney Fairy tale.
After a few minutes, Scott made it to the Airport Taxi zone. Whilst doing that he noticed Josef, and picked him up, he only had the one briefcase and laptop with him. “Where to sir?” Scott had said with a firm tone to be sure he was going to a proper location. “The Mirage Casino, and it’s the first of many stops tonight for me.” Josef said. Scott Drove calmly out of McCarran, and into the Tuesday traffic of Las Vegas.
Halfway to the Mirage Casino, Josef asked Scott about a story he heard about and was asking if he knew of it…: “I read about this guy who gets on the MTA in L.A., dies.” Scott said: “Oh? Do you know how old he was?” Josef said: “Not a clue, Six hours he's riding the subway before anybody notices his corpse doing laps around L.A., people on and off sitting next to him. Nobody notices.” “Wow…..I think someone would have noticed at least after the first three hours, like the Train conductor or something.” Scott said as calmly as he could. Josef whom wanted to be nice and appropriate asked: “Hey, What’s your name?” Scott replied: “The names: Scott.” Josef said: “I’m Josef, I got to ask you to do me a favour Scott…” Scott knew this may sound odd: “all right what can I do for you Josef?” “I have this list of people I need to meet….I have 9 stops to do all over Las Vegas, if you drive me all over the town, getting me to these locations, I will give you $900,000.00 for your trouble.” Scott was shocked in awe and replied smoother than an oil slick: “Nine Hundred Thousand Dollars?! You’re joking right?” Josef said: “This is No Joke Scott, I will give you close to a Million Dollars to help me get my job done and you will walk away a wealthy man.”
The Mirage Hotel, brighter than most of the casinos in Las Vegas was Josef’s first stop, and his target was Johnathon Jonas, a Chef at The Mirage’s Gordon Ramsey Experience restaurant, He had a very serious debt to the mob, about $75,000.00 US Tender, since he couldn’t pay it off due to his gambling addiction and his evasions of Loan Sharks and Shylocks. He was someone who was in a bad situation. Josef asked Scott: “Could you wait here Scott? I will be back in about 20 minutes.” Scott Replied: “I will turn my Fare light off and be in the Taxi parking area Josef, if you’re ok with that.” Josef Nodded and got out of the cab, and entered the Mirage.
Twelve Minutes later Scott, was getting nervous and turned on the radio, he noticed that it was set to a Jazz FM radio station, so he kept it on, and what happened 6 minutes later, The DJ had announced a song by Andrew and Simon Hale, it was the Main Theme to Rockstar Game title: L.A. Noire. It was something Scott would listen to when it was raining but today was not one of those days where it was raining, and it usually didn’t rain in Las Vegas. So it was a bit of a different deal to him since he would listen to it when it was raining when he was living in Portland, but he currently is living in Las Vegas. Scott felt like Josef was taking a bit too long but he knew Josef was up to something, but Scott couldn’t put his finger on it. “Josef has to be doing something bad, but I can’t think of what it could be, it could be anything but really, who am I to judge, I used to have a bit of a bad habit that not many people knew about…………..so I think it would be better for me to let no one know about it.” Scott had said while he was listening to the music in the background that made him feel like he was in a cop film or a gangster film.
Another ten to twenty minutes pass, and Josef comes out of the Casino, calmly and discreetly, without any issue, and he says to Scott: “Let’s get to the next location I need to get to Scott, I have to head towards: 7816 East Rockford Street, it’s a small apartment complex, I have to meet someone there and cut some loose ends. After that, I will have to head to the Nevada Bobs Golf Store Downtown, do you think you can help me out with that Scott?” Scott was slightly curious but answered with a proper tone: “Of course Josef, you are paying me aren’t you?” Josef said: “Of course I am……….and I think after this we can stop at a bar and have a drink, before we have to head to Nevada Bobs Golf.”
The Apartment Complex looked like a tenement building, it was close to being fully dilapidated and close to being demolished too. It reminded Scott of his old hometown, Coquitlam British Columbia Canada.
A few minutes after Scott stopped the Cab, Josef asked him: “Scott do you think you can pull into the apartment’s underground parking structure? I just need to go and find a friend’s apartment and negotiate a deal with him.” Scott did so and turned the car off. He felt like it may be a smarter move to keep it running, but he did not do so because he didn’t want to have it run out of gas if they needed to get out of there quickly.
It felt like time had stopped when Scott turned off the engine, but at least he was able to relax, drink his coffee that had cooled off after an hour and a half, it was something Scott really needed since this was going to be a very long shift. The Cab Depots head Dispatcher, James was calling Scott on the CB Radio that was used for all of the cabs, “Scott are you there?! Hello?! Are you there?! PICK UP THE GODDAMNED CB!!!” James was fuming for some reason, Scott answered: “Cab 45 here, go for Scott.” James was speaking to Scott in a calm yet angry tone: “Scott, where are you? The Police are looking for you..............and they need to ask you to come into the closest precinct near you.” Scott Replied: “Do you know why?” James said sternly: “No Clue, but I haven’t been able to get into any contact with any other Cab drivers on this shift, I think something is wrong with their Radios, can you try and contact them?” “Yeah, sure, I’ll try contacting: Ali, Harold, Jack, and Roger, if I can’t get into contact with them they are either in a no service area or they are on their break, or worse: they are dead, possibly due to the serial killer stalking cab drivers.” James said in a careful tone: “Scott, don’t get yourself killed, I see you are getting another Fare, get that person to their destination and head to the Las Vegas PD Precinct near you.” “10-4” Scott said. As Scott finished his conversation with James, Josef had come in and asked if anything was wrong. Scott said: “No, not really Josef, I just was asked by my Dispatcher to go to the Las Vegas PD Precinct nearby, supposedly someone’s been knocking off Cab Drivers on this evenings shift. I want to do that but I do not think I will do that until you have finished your business at the stops you are asking me to go to Josef, I really think it would be a better ideal for me.” Josef was thinking that was the best thing for him to do as well, due to the fact if Scott did that, he could say Josef was killing multiple people in this one evening and also could try to kill him if he told anyone anything.
Half way to the next destination that Josef had asked Scott to go towards, Scott had the feeling he was getting tailed by the local cops. “Hey Josef, can we make a slight detour, I think we have cops behind us, I’m not too sure but I think they are cops, possibly wanting me to pull over.” Josef looked behind in the rear window and saw the same thing, he said to Scott: “Pull over Scott. Don’t allow them to get the better of you, just pull over and see if they pass by.” Scott pulled over on the old Las Vegas Strip near the Golden Nugget.
The cops had just drove right past, Scott for a moment thought he was getting arrested or something. Josef said to Scott: “I think we need to make one more stop Scott, I will give you the full amount I said, but I need to get another cab after this. I can’t shake this feeling that I may get you arrested after this stop Scott. I don’t think you need to have that issue.” Scott knew that feeling he got when something seemed sketchy, but he went with his gut and went with it all. 20 minutes of driving down the Old Las Vegas Strip and Josef said to pull over. Josef left a briefcase and attaché case which seemed to be full of money. Josef said to Scott: “All right Scott, this is my last stop I think I can do with you without having another cop or something following you again. The attaché case has the money I owe you, and the briefcase has a dossier for the Police with an alibi for you saying you were driving the executive manager of the L.A. metro system and an architect around to look at some ideas for a new metro system they are wanting to construct.” Scott was shocked to see this money. Without a hint of fear, Scott said: “Thank you Josef, I appreciate this, if the cops ask me about anything I will give them the dossier”. By the time Josef went to his last location, it was almost 3 AM, and Scott was speeding down the streets back to his house. Scott was freaking out, basically screaming to himself: “Got to get home! Got to get to the cops!” Scott was freaking out to the point he looked like he was going to crash his cab. By the time he made it home, he phoned up James to say that he needed James to come over to his place and needed to talk immediately, and not to talk to anyone else, just close the depot for an hour or two, and to make sure he wasn’t tailed.
James made it to Scott’s home and was wondering what had happened, the tire tracks had shown he was panicking and didn’t know what to do. James knocked on Scott’s door with Scott answering it like he had seen a ghost. James and Scott sat down to talk, James had to ask: “O.K Scott, what’s going on here? You aren’t acting like your usual self here, and you are starting to freak me out.” Scott who needed to catch his breath had said: “I think I may have just got hired by a mobster to be an accomplice for murder…” James was shocked and had asked “What makes you say that Scott? I know I have seen gangsters around Las Vegas before but this was before you moved here Scott. I need to get some explanations here on what is going on, since the Las Vegas Police Department have been asking about you. I can say they aren’t too happy I wasn’t giving them much to go with, if you think this could be involved with your last fare then tell me what is going on and I could help with the police.”
Scott had said with a sigh of relief: “Well James, I can assume the guy I was driving around was definitely a mobster, not an American but definitely from Europe, I would have to say he was a mix of Irish and English, he did have a Double Breasted Suit on with a Shawl Lapel, it was also cut wide in the shoulders, he was definitely packing some firearms on him, I can tell he was as well just from his luggage, he had a case that looked like it was a hunting rifle of some sorts and he also had a distinct feeling about him like he was always the right man for the worst sort of job he was given, it was like he didn’t care what had happened to him, it was as if he was made to work this sort of job all the time.”
James had said with a sigh of shock: “Well Scott I think I can help you with this situation……. It just so happens…..” James had come towards Scott’s back and without a word of warning had knocked him out with his nine millimeter pistol he had on him, “…..That I work for the same mob your last fare works for, sorry Scott, you thought I was your ordinary dispatcher, well you know something I am not, I never really was a dispatcher, I was playing you like a fiddle, just waiting for the right time for Josef to finish his last job here in ‘Vegas before he moved on to L.A.”
After moving Scott into the trunk of his car, James had noticed the noise of Sirens, and thought it was the Police moving in on to him and he felt the need to flee instantly and make sure he can flee quickly so he can get out of there and take Scott to a safe house and see if Josef will take care of him. When James was at solid 2 miles down the road he noticed something was afoot due to his car making noise, he ignored it and continued for a mile and a half. Without warning, Scott had gotten out of the trunk of James’ car and then started to run towards to the closest parked car. When Scott made it to the car he hotwired it and got out of the area like a bat out of hell, he was speeding fast, and was lucky that no cop found him speeding down the alleyways avoiding James at all costs. When James noticed that the trunk door was opened it was too late for him to look for Scott, Dawn was approaching and this chase was about to end quite quickly and it would end in a bad way for all of the parties involved. When Scott was close to his home, he abandoned the stolen car, and when he made it back to his taxicab he noticed he was getting an odd distress signal from a Las Vegas Homicide detective. The Las Vegas Homicide detective was screaming for help, and luckily, Scott had his CB radio on and was able to radio for help from the local authorities. When Scott was chatting with the Homicide Detective to see if he could pinpoint his exact location, he had realized he was in an abandoned warehouse not too far from Scott’s Taxicab office, and decided to investigate.
Within minutes, Scott made it to the location of the warehouse and radioed in to see if the Homicide Detective was still all right, he seemed to be ok and was needing to get back to the Police Station when he noticed the significant accent in Scott’s voice. He asked Scott: “Are you that cab driver who we needed to question earlier tonight?” Scott had replied: “Yes I am the one you needed to question and still need to question officer, now let’s not worry about that. I know I am in need of some assistance here and I think I may be in more trouble than I want to be officer. So could we just try and get you out of there and out of harm’s way?” The Detective mainly agreed with Scott and said he knows a way to get to the Cop shop without any issues. By the time he had made it out of the warehouse and saw Scott’s taxicab and noticed he was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile Josef had his sights on the detective and shot him with a high powered sniper rifle and then was on the lookout for James and Scott.
Scott without delay had abandoned his taxicab and was going to the gun shop nearby since he had a pistol he was getting serviced due to it needing to be cleaned properly and Scott wasn’t Annie Oakley or James Bond. Scott made sure his Sig Sauer P226 was ready to go and had also asked the gunsmith to install a tactical flashlight modification to the pistol and also a scope on it. When Scott left the gun store, he remembered he had James and Josef to be on the lookout for. With nowhere to run Scott had hopped onto the Las Vegas Monorail and noticed Josef was nearby and without a hint of warning Scott had hid behind cover and started to shoot at Josef and it seems that James was caught in the crossfire and had been killed instantly. Josef and Scott kept on firing at one another until Josef noticed the Monorail was coming and Scott shot James in the face and stomach, and by the time Josef noticed the injuries they were both on the monorail. Josef was in bad shape and knew he wasn’t going to make it.
A few minutes before Scott had gotten off the monorail Josef had said the same little anecdote he had told Scott earlier: “A Man dies and rides the Subway for 6 hours, think anyone’s going to notice?” and with his dying breath Josef asked the question without getting an answer and succumbed to his injuries. Scott got off at the MGM Grand Hotel Stop and walked down towards the street and walked to the bus stop. Scott thought to himself: “Wow, I never thought I would be able to kill anyone with this weapon of mine. I really did commit a murder, did I? I know it was self defense since well he was after me and I noticed he was acting very strange, but that was after he had given me the money for the job. How could it be murder if it was self defense? I bet I did the world a solid favour by getting rid of that mobster. I think I have seen too many films to know this may not turn out well for me, but I really don’t care right now. I only care about getting back home and calling in sick tomorrow.” Scott got onto the bus and went home, when he arrived he noticed the same stolen car he took earlier and sort of had a slight sigh of relief due to this night being one crazy as all hell night he never wants to remember.
The next day Scott called in sick and went and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw his face was bloody and didn’t realize so until now, he washed his face off, and went to look outside, and he noticed the police were looking at the stolen car that was abandoned due to it seems a formal complaint from one of the neighbours, they saw the car and reported it abandoned. The police had thought it was some hoodlums that went for a joyride and sent it to the impound lot. Scott went to go get dressed and have a cup of coffee and look at the 5 O’clock news. “This is Jane Masters, good evening, not everyone thinks this could be possible but it seems in the city of Sin, it was. A chain of murders all in one night by one assailant named Josef Ridgewalker, a Russian Hit Man with ties to the English and Irish Mobs in Dublin and England, Ridgewalker had killed 9 people and it seems himself, he was found dead on the Las Vegas Monorail earlier today and someone noticed he wasn’t breathing. The LVPD and paramedics were called but he was pronounced dead at the scene. Without no leads into what really happened due to no witnesses seeing these murders take place the Las Vegas Police Department are completely baffled by what has happened and will continue into investigating further. We will keep you posted with more information, I am Jane Masters, Channel 29 news.” Scott after that had turned off the Television and then went to bed. It was a rough few days for Scott but at least he can rest assured no one will be asking for him to be a cab driver anymore. He had beaten the system and was able to survive an entire night full of drama, action, psychotic mobsters and did not kill himself in the end, he had made it possible for him to remember there are a lot of lunatics out there but he only ran into a few of them during the crazy night he had in Las Vegas, also known as Sin City.
I'll start! (However, let's probably keep the stories to a non-graphic calm scale please. XD So, no talking about your sex life, preferably nothing so depressing that it goes into suicide territory or anything either. Thank you!) And maybe for funsies, add a 'moral to the story' at the end.
