Jean Ferrari - Warehouse War

Jean Ferrari: Warehouse War.

Character use with permission from Andrew Shapter.

"Who cares about right and wrong, good and evil, black and white, if your stupid enough to believe that is what the world is about then maybe you should stay in bed. I deal in real life, the complicated living and dying world, where men are perverted and are corrupted, where money speaks more than the Holiest words. In short I am the guy who makes this world a better place, but at a price!" Jean Ferrari

The rain pelted down the wind blowing it onto an angle, its force caused it to sting against the unprotected flesh of anyone unlucky enough to be outside. Jean Ferrari however didn't mind the rain his expressionless face was concealed within the shadows it was coated in a thick paint to break up its shape and colour. Across from him was a tall well-illuminated building within it harboured the facilities to manufacture several types of LSD's. Each week well over one million dollars worth of this cruel narcotic hit the streets just from this warehouse alone. However if Jean's plan played out, come the end of this week, the warehouse would be one giant coffin for all those stupid enough to be in there now. And Jean always made sure his plans went through.
Resting against a wall Jean crouched low in his arms he clasped his old friend the ever trusty custom modified AKSU 74 Sub Machine Gun. Fitted with a suppressor the capable and compact weapon could unleash its load of thirty Soviet 5.45-mm rounds at a rate of 700 Rounds per minute. Backing his main artillery up was a Berretta Model 92 Auto Pistol, also fitted with a noise suppressor. Jean was kitted out in a web vest, which had magazines for both of his death bringers as well as stun grenades and a seven-inch long combat knife. Jean carefully watched as headlights approached there beams distorted in the heavy rain, the vehicle pulled up at the front of the large Warehouse.
" Stand By" Whispered Jean into his small headset to all that was listening.
He watched as two men exited the car, one was armed with a subgun the other was dressed in a white Italian suit. Jean smiled another target to cross of the long list of scum that inhabited the earth. The man Jean had instantly recognised was non other than Juan Salverez, notorious drug runner, murder, extortionist, child rapist, and wife beating one helluva sonofabitch. Killing him would be more pleasure than business thought Jean. He snapped his mind back to the mission at hand.
" Ready Team, full breach in 5, leave Juan to me, out” He began to slip through the rain and shadows towards the warehouse, floodlights illuminated the entrance but Jean had found perfect cover by some stacked pallets. He looked carefully into the compound noticing a lone sentry smoking a cheap cigarette as he carelessly caressed his assault rifle. Three other members of Jean's hand picked team positioned them selves carefully around the warehouse each armed and ready to spread death to all those within the building. Jean slipped through the darkness towards the careless sentry, unsheathing his blade he stalked his prey. Swiftly Jean cupped his hand over the guard’s mouth, he then plunged the knife into the base of his spine, and death enveloped him instantly. Jean let his limp lifeless body collapse to the muddy ground. Now he was ready to burst inside and to start his deadly trade, which saw him travelling the globe ridding it of the world’s undesirables. Jean looked down at his watch, it was time. Opening the door he stepped in rushing towards the cover of a fork-lift he aimed his AKSU at a group of drug makers there white overalls gave them a professional look, there backs turned to him as the assembled the deadly chemicals on a long silver table. A guard saw Jean and aimed his AK47 at the warrior, Jean quickly reacted he squeezed a burst from his weapon his bullets seared into the guard who fell lurched backwards crimson red spraying from his newly formed openings. The white overall clad workers turned panic spreading through them, one of them reached for a pump action shot gun, the bullets from Jean’s subgun stopped him mid motion. Jean lobbed a stun grenade into the group, he ducked as it exploded flashing a brilliant light and booming with a disorientating bang. Stunned the group staggered as Jean and his team swooped inwards immobilising the startled drug makers. Tying them up while being covered two of Jeans team quickly bound the remanding workers.
The noise had opened up a deadly hornets nest armed men rushed toward the main area of the warehouse they were cut down in a hail of lead. Jean lobbed another stun grenade towards a staircase that two men had just emerged from. He rushed towards more cover firing a spurt from his AKSU. The bullets kept the heads of the gunmen down. Well concealed Jean could now see a armed man sneak towards a member of his team, the man was armed with a Armalite AR-18 he fired it towards Jeans team mate, Jean immediately fired his own weapon at the gunman. Two rounds from Jean's weapon exploded into his head, killing him outright.
"Clear this area, ill move down stairs" Ordered Jean as he headed towards the stair well.
Another gunman appeared also armed with an Armalite Rifle Jean fired from the hip sending the man back down the stairs his body riddled with forced holes. Hiding behind a brick wall, Jean up clasped the safety pin on another stun grenade, he lobbed it down the staircase and lowered himself behind the cover. His teammates continued to battle it out with the remanding gunmen who were still on the main floor of the large warehouse. The grenade exploded and immediately Jean leapt down the stairs firing his subgun as he stormed through the smoke, he heard flesh explode as his death bringing bullets found a target, he continued running past the falling body of his enemy. He reached another corner hiding behind cover he quickly replenished his weapon snapping in another magazine. The magazines were armed with Tumblers, rounds designed to explode on target to maximise damage as well as to prevent bullets from passing through the factory walls and into the night were an innocent passer by may be unfortunate enough to get hit. Several bullets spat towards Jeans position two men armed with automatic weapons he thought as the wall near him chipped away. Kneeling down he fired his AKSU from behind cover; he hit the legs of one of the gunmen he could hear him fall agonisingly to the floor his knees blown out from his legs. Jean fired another volley killing the writhing man. His partner more cautious now fired his rifle he uncontrolled bursts in Jean's general direction. Jean unlatched the pin of another stun grenade and threw it around his cover it rebounded of the wall and landed perfectly directly behind his foe who had not realised his impending doom. The grenade flashed as the unlucky gunman's clothing caught alight, the following boom concussed him as he was thrown against the wall. Jean stalked forwards his weapon at the ready, aiming it at the man's head he fired a shot killing him instantly.

Juan Salvarez had reacted instantly to the gunfire he released his silver Combat Magnum Revolver, the weapon glinting in the fluorescent lighting of his bunker like room. His bodyguard armed with an Ingram Mac 10 SMG rushed to the door. Several other men hurried down the maze like hallways and rushed towards the stair well where gunfire only moments ago menacingly echoed out. A few men positioned themselves in spots along the hallway, protecting their boss. Juan's personal assistant appeared at the door her icy face gave away no emotion even with the fact that a gun battle ensued near by. Her black hair was tied back and her black top let her well sized breasts show, her equally tight camouflaged tights hugged her immaculate body perfectly showing every cleft of her womanly frame. As she strode down the passage passed the panic and confused scene around her several male heads turned admiring her perfectly sculptured body. Even in this maelstrom of death and violence their male priorities superseded their attentions. Gracefully she removed two brilliantly shiny Polish manufactured pz-63 Machine Pistols holding one facing upwards in each hand she approached the gunfire with cool composure.
Reaching the end of the long well illuminated hallway and near the corner running down the darkened hallway she stood behind two henchmen who hid behind the wall occasionally returning fire towards the warrior down across from them. Holstering her left pz-63 she grabbed the nearest henchman pulling him up he obediently obeyed not quite knowing what this beautiful woman wanted from him. Throwing him into the hellfire of deadly bullets and chaos she covered behind the henchman his flak vest absorbing several of the shots as others penetrated through exploding inside of his chest. Still using his writhing body as cover she immediately returned fire, her machine pistol exploding out sending a fast burst of 9mm Parabellum down towards the warrior.

Jean could not get a clear shot his AKSU had sent its death message into the poor sod who was being used as a shield but he was unable to hit the cold blooded bastard who had sacrificed one of there own. He now stood inside the protection of a deep doorway as rounds ate into the walls around him. He was pinned he thought, the cold-blooded enemy at the end of the hall had gotten themselves into a great position and now was sending fire directly across from him. Time for another Stun grenade he thought, tightly he hugged into the wall removing a grenade, releasing the pin he carefully lobbed it down the hall he waited for its loud report. He heard the loud bang followed by a womanly scream, that had caught him of guard but only for a nano-second, he immediately pulled back his subgun blazing as he leapt into a better position some two metres backwards. Jean Ferrari may have had an ice-cold nerve and balls made of the hardest steel but he was not stupid, he knew when he should make a withdrawal to a better position. Now in position he watched through the smoke for any motion. His eyes detected that one of his enemies had stumbled into the open, in a semi concussed state the figure was grasping around helplessly still blinded from the flash. Jean was without sympathy he aimed his AKSU and squeezed the trigger the man spun to his left as the bullets tore into his upper chest and shoulders his life blasted away for an eternity. Jean could here a familiar voice in his headpiece it was Frank Sanders, one of his trusted warriors.
"Jean, we have cleared most of the upper area, there is still a small pocket of resistance near the crane."
"Ok, I'm still busy down here. What about outside, any tried escaping and has the Police been notified?” Asked Jean as he looked on into the clearing smoke.
"Negative, the rain has muffled out the gunfire and we have all the hostiles neutralised or isolated inside." Replied his trusted point man.
"Ok, keep me informed" Jean said finishing the brief to the point conversation.

Outside in the heavy rain of the cool night Casey Bardent carefully surveyed the compound through his night vision glasses; he noticed some subtle motion coming from one of the side doors along the shed. He raised his glasses and flipped the cap on his night sight attached to his ultra accurate and extremely refined snipers rifle, a German Mauser SP66 Heavy barrelled long range death dealer. His Target was some four hundred metres away, he watched as the man crouched low his rifle by his hips as his eyes searched blindly into the night. Casey had a perfect shot his rifle aimed at his target's centre of mass; he controlled his breathing and eased in the trigger. The Rifle belched out smoothly, the bullet slipped through the air and rain and straight through its target. The velocity of the NATO 7.62mm round tore the man backwards his arms flailing as he slumped into the mud. He was dead the very moment his body proved Newton’s theory right, what goes up must come down, and he came down hard. He was never to know what or who had struck him down from beyond the darkness. Casey continued his cool gaze into the night his cheek resting against the butt of his Rifle. He was searching for another Target.

Jean replenished his AKSU and looked down the hallway; it was silent, no motion or return fire.
He fired a quick volley and rushed down the hall, nothing, only the occasional sparkle of lose hanging wires from the blown over head lighting. He reached the corner clearing it his AKSU leading the away there was no one, they must have evacuated he cursed beneath his breath. There must be a secret escape route, something that had been overlooked or left out in the engineering blue prints, which he and his men had acquired. Jean turned after as he finished clearing the last room, his face connected with a stiletto heel, lights smacked on and off in his head as he stumbled back. The force of the kick had caused him to release his grip on his AKSU, it fell to the carpeted floor of the office which he had just only finished searching. Blood seeped from his lip; Jean tasted that familiar salty taste with his tongue. He faced his attacker; he was unable to reach for his Berretta as he had two Machine Pistols trained on him. A woman, what a woman, he thought as he looked her in the eyes, she lowered one of her machine pistols to the floor all the while her eyes focused on his. Jean looked deep into her cold eyes, they were almost lifeless, he could see death in there, other men's souls trapped inside her mind, she was a killer, he could see it. Her black hair was tied back, it reached down to her back, she now stood waving her Machine pistol towards the door, Jean got the drift she wanted him to go that way. With her free hand she undid her belt, dropping it to the floor, attached to it were a knife, handgun and several grenades.
Jean almost smiled at the situation; she was sexy, damned outright. Two Machine Pistols black combat fatigues, high-heeled boots and a tight ass, what a package.

"You are Jean Ferrari? No?" Asked Anna Kilurvich her accented English was clearly Slavic, more specifically Ukrainian.
"Yes I am, and you are?" asked Jean his eyes lowering to her breasts and back up to her expressionless face.
"I am of no consequence, you have caused much heart ache to my employer" She said.
"I would so you are of most consequence, quite uh, substantial consequence" Jean offered as he moved closer to her.
"I vill offer you a deal, if you can beat me I will let you live?" Anna said her face cracking with a cold smile.
"Why would you do that?" Asked Jean as he looked deep into her eyes.
"Lets just say it is professional courtesy one killer to another” She replied dropping her Machine Pistol and lunging forward with a stiletto edged sidekick. Jean moved out of the way and gained himself some distance, he was cornered near a desk his fists where now raised ready to fight this woman the old fashion way.
He jabbed out a fast left hand as she came into range it caught her on the nose, he tried to capitalise but she moved away quickly.
"You know I was always taught never to hit a girl, but for you I'll make an exception."
Jean said as he leapt forward with a front kick, it caught her in the stomach, she fell back into the wall, as the pain had caused her to smile.
"And as a girl I was tod never to kick a boy..." Her foot exploded upwards into Jeans open groin, he stepped back pain showering upwards from his beloved possession.
...In the balls" she finished as she clawed at him, slashing his face.
Jean regained his composure, slapping her with a hard open hand.
"Bad girl " He said, leaning over still as the pain continued to throb.
"Harder, hit me harder" She said huskily, as blood trickled from her lip and nose, she licked it slowly.
She jumped up on him her legs wrapping around his waist; he fell forwards on top of her, as he was now in her guard position. He lowered himself and tried to pass her guard, she was good, especially with a man between her legs. She raised her hips and caught him in a triangle choke his face was crushed against her crotch; he could smell her musk. This was not a preferable position but Jean could think of worse ways to die. Her left leg rested in the crook of her right directly behind its knee, she smiled watching his face turn beet red as she squeezed tighter and tighter. He stood up using all of his strength, and turned her over, he managed to escape; just though as he felt extremely light headed as the blood began to surge to his brain. She was up again and kicked him hard in the thigh; she followed the kick up with an elbow across the side of his face. He fell to a knee, now he was pissed of.
Grabbing her leg he forced her to the ground, climbing atop of her, now mounted on her he slapped her a few times, no more than necessary, she tried to escape and turned slightly. He slapped a rear naked choke on; his muscular arms sank in tightly around her neck, as she passed out into painless defeat.
Breathing heavily he stood up, looking at her fantastic body.
"I hope that is your idea of foreplay,” he said still amazed by the tightness of her butt.
He was tempted to touch it but instead left a business card besides her, he scribbled on the back. "Please call me".
He quickly left grabbing his fallen headset and AKSU; he bolted up the staircase and towards the main area, where the last of the scumbags had surrendered.
"They escaped, its clear down stares, get these guys into custody and Ill go after Juan." Jean ordered as he made it for the exit.

Outside the rain had died down a little; he looked over to where Casey would be and waved. He then rushed towards where their vehicles were parked. He saw his baby, a metallic black 1967 Mercury Cougar XR7, he quickly got behind the wheel and fired her engine over, she barked back at him as he applied firm pressure against the accelerator pedal. The big car wildly swayed sidewards across the mud as its wheels spun fast mud splattered behind the big muscle car. Jean knew exactly where Juan would head, straight to his giant fortress of a mansion; there he would be safe. Juan must not reach there or the game was over. The big Mercury covered ground and fast, Jean knew a few short cuts to get to the scumbag’s place and he needed all the cards he could get this night.
Jean could see the tail lights of Juan’s armoured limousine the long Lincoln stood out, Jean worked his cars gears and sent the big car lurching forward faster, its wheels spinning as it accelerated on the wet road. Jean positioned his car alongside the Limo, with his window down he aimed his Berretta at the long cars front tyre he fired two shots. Jean watched as the giant limo bucked wildly its front tyre blown from beneath it, Jean pulled his car up onto a side walk and then onto the road, he yanked on the hand brake his car spun its rubber screeching as they slid on the wet hard road surface. Jean watched as the limo plowed through a shop window, violently stopping as it slammed through the glass. Jean had halted his car its big engine still gnarled as it sat idling. Jean stormed from his car, his AKSU in one hand and his Berretta 92 in the other. He mercilessly opened fire, hot lead from both weapons exploded into the armoured chassis of the big limo. A door opened Jean quickly leapt sliding across the wet tarmac his weapons still blazing, a bodyguard bellowed forward as he was caught by several angry death messengers, a mix of Subgun and Pistol had killed him. Jean had two Stun grenades left, he had an idea for one of them, he threw it through the open door. The grenade flashed its bright light blinding and clapped out furiously with a scary concussing boom. The inhabitants of the car rushed out crumpling to the road or stumbling over the place. Jean slung his AKSU and fired rounds from his Berretta into the nearest bad guy, centre of mass; another was to join his comrades in the fires of Hell Jean thought. One man dressed in a cheap grey suit thrashed about on the sidewalk, Jean aimed his pistol at his face and fired. Jean approached Juan who was now exposed and without protection, Juan had regained his senses and aimed his revolver at Jean, it boomed out like a nearby thunderclap. The slug missed Jean and instead flew into the night; Jean fired his Berretta at the man's kneecaps, blowing it out from beneath him, blood and bone jetted out. Juan collapsed ungracefully to the cement his revolver falling near him. Jean kicked it away and stood the man back up. Anger fired through Jean's veins, he squeezed the Juan's collar and looked at him coldly.
"What now you fuck?" asked Juan as he defiantly looked back at Jean.
"You Die" said Jean.
Juan spat in his face, Jean did not flinch instead he unclasped his last stun grenade and pulled Juan's pants out, he dropped the grenade and ran, letting the man fall back to the ground. The grenade exploded the flash scorching Juan's naked groin and Juan’s paints caught a light, the boom followed and Jean watched as Juan’s body spasmed violently and burst in agonising shade of red. Juan died slowly on that wet sidewalk, his life evaporating furiously into a dark chasm, as it began to grow dark he could here the Demons come for him. Helplessly he slipped into that infinite darkness and would face the judgement of the Universe.

Jean Ferrari sat inside his car, he lit a filterless cigarette, the match illuminated his face, he steered his car away from the scene. He threw the match out the window, it fell to the ground and the fumes from the Limo's leaking fuel tank licked the flame.
Behind Jean a fiery orange ball swirled upwards, his glasses reflected it as it shone bright in his rear view mirror.
Jean drove into the night, he slipped away back into the darkness, only to re-emerge when the Predators came out to do more wrong, and most importantly when another slab of hard cold, money was deposited into his Swiss bank account.


Kym Robinson, October 2000