The firetruck

Broken lines of yellow ran across the streams of concrete. A few random grains on the flat grey caught the sun. A parking lot of some kind, a big building with a large, closed shutter on one side, and a brown wall on the other. There were rusted stairs up a walkway, people went and came without taking a notice of me. There was a blue car in the lot, parked hastily and out of place. A man in a blue uniform and a yellow jacket ran towards the blue car. He was bleeding from two places in his back, and from one place in his chest. He was carrying a shotgun, made all of steel, which dropped to the ground when he collapsed. I promptly grabbed the gun, and made a run for the railway station beyond the walkway.
No one had really noticed. As soon as I entered the railway station, two trains drew out, headed in opposite directions, like giant silver ribbons parting. I jumped across the tracks, making sure that I didn't get electrocuted by them. Cars went by on the road on the other side. Eight lanes. I ran in front of the next one that came. It was a Sedan of some kind. The driver came to a halt looking at me standing in the middle of the road. I ran to the vehicle, opened the door, punched the guy out cold, and drove off in his Vehicle. I headed north, towards the village. There was a phone call I had to take, but first, I needed a vehicle, a special vehicle... I needed a police car. So I mowed a few people down with my car, and sure enough, they came. I didn't stop my car immediately though. I decided to wait for a while, I needed to get closer to the village. So I hit the pedal to the metal.
I wove in and out of the traffic, not too fast really, but like crazy, bumping into other vehicles even when they were lanes away. Soon enough, I could hear the blaring siren following me from some distance, but I couldn't see them. There was a clean stretch of road, no traffic, they almost caught up to me then, but I was as fast as they were, so they just tailed me for a bit. The village was nearby, I took a turn, leading them on into traffic I didn't know was there, and stopped the car. The police stopped too, and two uniformed officers came after me. I had my shot gun ready. The first one went down in a single shot. The second one went down in two. I don't aim too well.
I got into the cop car, turned it around, and headed straight to the village. I mowed a few more people on the way... maybe, I was driving too fast to notice. I screeched the car to a halt, got out and headed to the telephone booth where I knew I would get my call. Two police cars came to a halt, four officers to handle, killed them all, and with two rounds left in the shotgun, I picked up the receiver.
Bastard on the other end yakked something I didn't really listen to. He wanted me to get a Police Car, and await further instructions. I told him I already had a police car. He was surprised. He told me of the Van I could get into only from a police car and in a police uniform. I found a mobile phone on one of the officers, and scammed it. There was a News Van. It had an antenna on top, and painted in a dirty shade of gold. I quickly changed clothes with one of the dead police men lying around, and got into the police car, and drove south, out of the village, and into the city, in search of the van.
The deal was with this new flamethrower. The guys were playing with stuff that would let them stick a flamethrower on top of a fire engine. How ironic, for a fire engine, to throw fire instead of water. But first, I had to find the Van. I spotted it eventually. It did not have an antenna on top... that was just a trivial detail, the point was the locking mechanism. It had a keypad. There was no way to get into the thing by force. The glass was probably bullet proof too. I blared my horn, and my borrowed uniform persuaded the driver to stop. He was in a yellow uniform, with a white name tag that splattered with his blood before I had time to read it. He fell to the ground, and I got into the van, and closed the door, and called up my contact.
I do not know what was being transported in that van, or why it was so important, my only thoughts were on the flamethrower. These people were neat, they put directions on the GPS inside the Van, and I drove it into a large grey garage in the Village. I met a technician in the garage, who was ready to fit the flamethrower on top of the fire truck, if I could find him a fire truck.
Great. It was a little more difficult to jack cars with a passenger in tow, and a flamethrower technician with his equipment to boot, but I managed it. Now was the time for patience. I could use my Uzi to gun down cars, and create a few fires, but that would have been a waste of good ammunition on meaningless nuisance. Even if the fire trucks did come on time, the police would come with it in tow, making the job all the more difficult for the technician. I was responsible for keeping him out of jail while he was with me, so I fucked around the city a little in search of the fire truck. Drove into the southernmost district, all the businesspeople walking around made me feel sick. So I turned east, and headed to where all the factories were. Didn't feel like exploring too deep into that area, so I turned around, and headed west. There, finally, unattended, was a fire engine. As easy to crack as a regular car.
The technician didn't do his job though. Instead, I got a call. There was another condition. This was about gang warfare, and I didn't even care. The flamethrower appealed to me, but the condition that I could use it only rival gang members was another trivial detail. I drove the big fire truck, carefully to make sure it didn't bump into too many things. I think I hit a taxi somewhere, but that was all. We headed north east, and I had a very satisfying rampage.