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Part 3: Daivan

Chapter 10

Jumping into the Fire

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We have the car pull to a stop a district before we arrive at the Daivan Bronx and pretend to buy some smokes and cola from a nearby stand … as we scan our surroundings for any signs of hostility.

We can’t see the Bronx from here.  The district with its hundred-year-old buildings clinging low to the rough unpaved streets lay just beyond these buildings.

giuliodaivan4-1-2b Giulio: It would be dangerous to approach by car.
giandaivanu2-1-2b Gian: Even if we walk, we’d get shot holey as a beehive.

Luchino’s Subordinate A: …Commandante has said that if you deem it too dangerous, don’t be afraid to run.  And should that happen, I should accompany you…

giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: …Jeez, Luchino’s even got his men good at pressing the point.  Don’t go tempting me too much!

I duck my head in and give a snort…  I let the sheer dangerousness of the situation, far more than I’d imagined while still in the hotel, seep in

There’s one way into the street to the east of our target destination.  Even if we lay low and sneak in from somewhere else, there’s no chance no one on the GD side of things won’t spot us.

If we bust in there without a thought … we’ll probably get pumped full of lead.

Just as I’m tilting my head, I see…

…a few sedans stopped just a bit away from the stand.  My eyes and eyebrows twitch.

giandaivanu2-11-2 Gian: Think guys without a parking spot can afford Benz and Packards?

I don’t see anything looking like a shop nearby.

Luchino’s Subordinate A: There is probably a daytime speakeasy someplace in that building.  This isn’t one of our stores, so…

I see.  Somewhere in my head, someone sets of fireworks.

giandaivanu2-1-1 Gian: Let’s head out.  …Hey, you.  Take Giulio and the car and drive up to the Bronx.


Giulio: …?  Signor Gian, what about—

giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: I’m gonna see if I’ve lost my touch.


I pop a wad of gum into my mouth and send off a wink before I leave the stand and pretend to look for a taxi as I skip over to the parking lot.

On the way, I pick up a loose block down by the street, pardon me, thank you very much.

…It’s what you’d expect from a hidden speakeasy, but the place’s set up so you can’t see what the place inside’s like from the outside.  In other words, the guys inside can’t see me either.

There’s no one guarding the cars, either.  Good luck, and just as planned.  Seems like the watch’s down at a different bar or down some other alley fondling their wine bottles.  All hail the Prohibition.

giandaivanu4-4-2 Gian: …Come on, this won’t hurt one bit.

I pretend I’m doing nothing more than opening my own car door as I stick the lockpicks into the Packard door.  The two needle-like metal instruments go in, and I fiddle around with them individually, interrogating with the metal…

And then, on one side, I feel the cylinder turn.  This, I can do this without even looking.  …Sorry, but this’s the only thing I’m good at.

The door opens with the lock picked.  Unhurriedly, I glance at my watch before sliding into the nicotine-stinking car.  This time, I search for the ignition key.


giandaivanu3-13-1 Gian: Mama loves a baby who wakes up fast.

I turn around and send a thumbs up towards Giulio and Luchino’s cabbie, who’re both looking this way for a signal.  The Packard, like it was mine from the start…

…slides smoothly out of its position and flows onto the street.  I can see the Chevrolet Giulio’s in follow suit.

Then, out my left window, I notice the buildings and apartments lining the street suddenly vanish, replaced by open ground…


…and then transformed into old structures, buildings on the verge of crumbling.

I take the hotwired Packard around to the Bronx’s East Street and stop the car, engines still running, right before the street marked with a circle on the map.


Giulio: Signor Gian, what are…?

Giulio climbs out of the Chevrolet that’s stopped inconspicuously a bit behind mine.  His eyes tell me they haven’t figured out my plan yet.

giandaivanu2-6-1 Gian: We’re gonna use this as the decoy.

I show him the stone block I’d picked up earlier and grin.  Then, I climb into the Packard driver seat again.

Luchino’s Subordinate A: What shall I do?

giandaivanu2-6-1 Gian: Park the car down by the stand we were at earlier.  You get caught in the crossfire, we’re gonna have to hike our way back to the hotel.

The man doesn’t look a whit satisfied … but he gives his bow and returns to the car before coming back with some sort of shoulder pack, which he then hands off to me.

Luchino’s Subordinate A: Sig. Giancarlo, here.  It contains ammunition.

giandaivanu1-9-1 Gian: Oh … thanks!

The pack’s onerously heavy…  So there’s a shotgun and rounds inside.

The driver and Chevrolet both leave…

giandaivanu3-13-1b Gian: Now, then.  Let’s give that roulette a whirl!


Giulio: Yes…  Let … us go.


I climb into the Packard’s driver seat.  Giulio gives a small nod before he sinks into an alleyway around the corner.

I turn the Packard to face the widest street in the Bronx.  It’s not so much a street as the sites of buildings long-demolished.

The car splashes through the puddles as I drive forward, slow at gear 1 … before stooping down and setting the block on the gas and gently removing my foot.

giandaivanu3-15-2 Gian: Forgive me for being a bad mommy…  Ngh!

I stomp down hard on the block, and leap out of the suddenly accelerating Packard.

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And, just like that, it zooms into the shadows of the looming buildings.

The driverless car…

With the gear at one and pedal to the metal, the car trudges forward, slowly at first like a gigantic horn-beetle before gradually accelerating to a raging bull…

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The tires catch in the quagmire.  It sways but keeps hurtling towards the front door to the century-old building.  There’s no real speed, but it makes quite a terrible sound.

The impact crushes the horn, and its ear-piercing honk echoes through the abandoned ruin of a city.  …No … it’s … not abandoned.

From both sides, I catch the sounds of angry shouts here and there coming from within the cavities of the buildings, piercing through the air.  The voices of “Who” and “What.”  …Most of it’s in English, though some I can’t catch.

giandaivanu4-4-2 Gian: Come on, come on…  Come on out…!

Countless black shadows scatter onto the streets.  Just when I turn my eyes over to them…

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Without a warning, they whip up a whirlwind of bullets.  The pitch black body of the Packard rocks, jolts back and forth, as silver dollar coins burst into blossom and danced along the paint.

From the streets, from the windows of the abandoned buildings, and from the door.  From all everywhere, machineguns, shotguns, pistols all mercilessly fired.

giandaivanu3-6-1 Gian: Wh-Whoaaahaa, that was close!

…Thank god we hadn’t gone with the car.  Rather … the bastards … they’d been lying in wait, armed to the teeth.  …“Retreat! Retreat!”  The words start blaring in sirens in the corner of my mind.

Just then … the gunfire suddenly stops.

…In the silence, the tranquility…  In those ruins with no sound but the piercing hiss from the radiator ripped apart by the bullets…

Like enormous rats, the shadows of men emerge with cautious faces and, on guard and keeping out of the open, they slink out of the buildings with weapons raised and sidle towards the tragically dismantled Packard.

…The distance – ten yards…  No, a bit more, maybe.

giandaivanu3-3-1b Gian: …Five, six … ten, eleven…

I stop counting halfway through.  Hoodlums numbering at least in the tens and all fully packing, surround the Packard wreckage from a distance.

Crap, my mouth’s dry as salted chips.  Can’t even chew gum like this…  I turn around … and Giulio’s not there.  Where’d he…?

It was then.


giandaivanu3-11-1 Gian: Whoawhoawhoa?!

Suddenly, the backdoor right next to where I’m hiding flies open.  Out comes a chick lugging some bags, getting ready to bolt.  She’s probably one of the whores the GD brought in.

When our eyes meet, she sends her luggage flying and lets loose a shriek sharp enough to startle a siren.

GD Soldier 1: Wh-What the—?!

GD Soldier 2: Is it the damn macaronis?!


The men standing on the street all simultaneously turn their heads this way, shouts of rage filling the air.  …This is bad.  Really fucking bad.  I turn to the human siren…

I don’t really want to, but I turn to knock her senseless when I realize that the lass’s gone and passed out on her own damn self.  …Damn it all.

GD Soldier 3: S-Someone there?!  Get the fuck out!!

Some of the hoodlums turn really fucking huge-looking muzzles this way as they all start inching towards me.

giandaivanu4-3-2 Gian: Shit…!  Looks like I fucked up a bit.

I grab the shotgun … and for a second, panic and forget how to use the thing.  I remember how the wardens at the slammer used to fiddle with the thing, and…


That sound, one of the world’s most hostile, intimidating sounds, freezes the gangsters in their step for a second.  Will they shoot?  Or…

I wait, hesitating for a breath…

giandaivanu2-1-2b Gian: …Ah…

There, lingering in the edge of my vision…


At first, I thought it was a crow.  …No.  No way a crow can get that big.  …Besides…

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…No crow has eyes so red, burning with the carmine of blood.

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