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2030 / Five from the Bay
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"2030 / Five From The Bay" is a wonderful book. Through my vivid imagination and key board, I tell the history of five young men from Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn ,New York, who attended elite universities, excelling to the top of their class. Enjoying the infrequent taste of money, they choose a life of crime, rather than using their brilliant minds to accomplish great things. After a killing spree, they are caught, prosecuted and sentenced to death.
Thanks to Briprest Technologies, these individuals are selected to travel deep into space far beyond the reaches ever explored by mankind, accomplishing one of the greatest achievements in human history. In exchange for leaving their small jail cells, David, Anthony and Shen accept this one way ticket into space exploration to be the first humans to touch the borders of the Black Hole.
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Release dateApr 20, 2011
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2030 / Five from the Bay
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Michael Balaguera

Michaela Balaguera was born in Belen Boyaca Colombia, South America. In his early 20’s, Mr. Balaguera moved to New York where he made his permanent home and career. After thirty years in the air conditioning business, Michael retired. Blessed with a creative mind that needed to be expressed, Mr. Balaguera began writing. To date, he has written and published three books. His first book, From the Andes to Brooklyn, as interesting and compelling autobiography, gave Michael the confidence to further pursue a writing career. His second book, Dos Boyacenses Pero Animales, was distributed and read throughout Columbia and several countries throughout the world. 2030/Five From the Bay is Michael’s third book, and most fascinating. Michael continues to express his creativity through photography, working with stained glass and plans to continue writing in the future.

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    2030 / Five from the Bay - Michael Balaguera

    © Copyright 2011 Michael Balaguera.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

    Printed in the United States of America.

    isbn: 978-1-4269-6355-1 (sc)

    isbn: 978-1-4269-6356-8 (hc)

    isbn: 978-1-4269-6357-5 (e)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2011905575

    Trafford rev. 04/06/2011

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    North America & international

    toll-free: 1 888 232 4444 (USA & Canada)

    phone: 250 383 6864 fax: 812 355 4082

    I want to thank my son Brian, for assisting me with the Criminal Law and Procedure aspects of my novel. His knowledge and real life experiences, allowed to me to elaborate on the criminal justice system and give you, the reader, an inside view of the proceedings that take place after someone is arrested.

    In Memory

    I wrote this book in memory of the people who were in many ways, the architects of my life.

    My wife Eileen

    My father and mother Ismael and Eulalia Balaguera

    My father-in-law Hy Brooks

    My mother-in-law Pauline Senecoff Brooks

    DEDICATION

    To Eileen Brooks Balaguera, the mother of my two kids, a wonderful mother and wife.

    To Brian Balaguera, my son who is an extraordinary Lawyer and a friend.

    Preston Balaguera, my son, an exceptional kid who has challenges in life, but is able to bypass them with tenacity and good will.

    Skyboy, an amazing companion to our family, my dog. (shih tzu)

    Table of Contents

    Prologue

    Chapter 1: The Bay

    Chapter 2: The Job

    Chapter 3: Family

    Chapter 4: Coney Island

    Chapter 5: An Idea

    Chapter 6: We Got The Bank

    Chapter 7: Trials

    Chapter 8: Jail Visit

    Chapter 9: Briprest Technologies

    Chapter 10: The Right Stuff

    Chapter 11: Preparing To Launch

    Chapter 12: We Are Leaving

    Chapter 13: The Journey

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    Prologue

    It is the year 2030. Five from the Bay tells the history of five young men from Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, New York. They are brilliant men who attended the best universities in the United States but they chose the wrong path in life. Looking to make fast money, they turned into callous, stone-hearted killers, who preyed on the lives of ordinary people in New York, New Jersey and Connecticut. Throughout many years these thugs were the vertebrates of organized crime.

    From hard core criminals sentenced to death, these men are selected to pioneer a space program that sends them deep into space towards the Black Hole. David, Anthony and Shen spent most of their adult life as criminals but left Earth as heroes. Their courageous space adventure brought hope, glamour and pride to the whole world.

    CHAPTER ONE

    The Bay

    It’s the early morning on a clear, cold day in April. People are out walking their dogs, some are running to the supermarket and others are going to work. The vapor from their mouths looks like they are smoking cigarettes. It’s very cold for a spring day but the blue sunny skies help compensate for the biting winds slamming against your cheeks. It’s early April of 2030 and the breeze and the beautiful landscapes reflects this peaceful neighborhood called Sheepshead Bay.

    Sheepshead Bay is a place to establish your family and raise your kids in the city of New York. Sheepshead Bay is a bay separating the mainland of Brooklyn, New York City from the eastern portion of Coney Island. Long ago, this was the home of the Canarsee Indians.

    Every summer people come from all over to visit the famous fishing pier. People love to watch the boats come in or to buy the freshly caught fish, walk along the shore and end their walk with a visit to one of the quaint restaurants standing nearby. One of the most fascinating facts of this suburb is the mixing bowl of cultures. A short drive or a leisurely walk will take you to a corner for Jewish food. If Italian food is your preference, then just walk around the corner. Spanish food can be found down the street and the local Irish Pub will get you your favorite beer. Raising a family in Sheepshead Bay gives you a taste of what Brooklyn is all about. You can easily get to a baseball field to watch your daughter or son play softball or hardball, or just take a walk by the Belt Parkway to watch boats go by or airplanes surfing the sky as they land or take off from Kennedy Airport. Many people love to take the five mile walk from Emmos Ave. to the Rockaway Boardwalk which runs by the beach. This area is especially popular among bike riders who zoom by the walkers leaving a path of cyclonic air. It is a beautiful area to spend a sunny afternoon.

    Hello my friend, what are you doing today? Pedro said to Anthony.

    Nothing, Anthony replied. I was just going to the shop to get some coffee. I guess you’re doing the same. It’s very cold and windy today.

    Yea it’s cold, but look at you. You just have a sweater on. Look what I have on! Long johns and extra pants. Ha-ha-ha. Where is every body ? Where is David?

    David who?

    Oh man, David Katz. I saw him yesterday. Okay, let’s go inside and get a coffee, its cold out here.

    Pedro, you are a motherfucker.

    Why Anthony ? What did I do?

    You don’t remember, asshole? Did you go to East New York yesterday, you bastard?

    Oh yeah, I forgot about that. It was good. It was very good. In less then an hour I made more than $60 K.

    Mmmm, you really are a fuck, you son of a bitch. Me…, I’m scratching the bottom of the barrel and I still have nothing for this weekend. Me and my girlfriend want to go to the City. There’s a rock band playing who she wants to see. I need to work tonight because I’m flat broke. I barely have enough money to buy this cup of coffee, bro.

    Get the fuck outta here, Pedro. Last week you did a job and made over $80k. You burned through it already?

    No, no, my mother needed some money and I gave her almost everything. She’s very sick and I love her so much. What’s going on with Martha, you still seeing her Anthony?

    Yeah bro. I just talked to her. She’s making brownies for her sister. Everything is ok with us.

    This is good coffee, Pedro said.

    Yeah, it is good, do you want a bagel?

    Not now, but I’ll take a donut. I gotta call everybody for next Sunday. I want to play ball at Marine Park. Let’s get together if you are not doing anything bad. Ha-ha-ha. Brother I have to go. I need something from my house.

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    Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn

    Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow or Sunday at Marine Park, give me a call tonight if anything changes.

    Anthony was a young guy 31 years old who was born in Mamonides Hospital which is about five miles from Sheepshead Bay. He went to Lincoln High School and graduated with honors. He loves beautiful cars and motorcycles though he can’t remember a day when he worked from 8 to 5. He likes to believe that he is el capo tutti capy, or in other words, boss of all bosses. He always had lots of money. One day he and one of his friends went to Manhattan to sell 2 pounds of pure coke. The deal went bad. He and three of his friends met up with two guys who bit them badly. He shot one guy in the stomach and shot the other guy in the legs. They put them into the trunk of their car, drove to The Bronx and shot both men through their eyes. Anthony said he wanted to pump a silver bullet into each eye so the motherfucker couldn’t see who killed him. Anthony laughed.

    Anthony loves the feeling of power and money in my hands. I remember the son of a bitch covering his face with his hands, crying and saying, please don’t kill me. I put my brand new pistol near his balls and pulled the trigger. He put his hands on his balls like he lost all the gold in the world and then I shot him in the middle of his heart.

    Fuck him, he’s gone, I thought. Pedro just waved his head like he was having a bad day. We checked the pockets and the son of a bitch was holding a lot of money. We just took all the money and went back home to Brooklyn.

    When you are a show-off type person, you think that you are one of the best in the neighborhood. You think that you are above everyone else. One day Anthony was walking on Avenue Z not far from Noustrand Ave. when a dog started barking at him. He took a brick and threw it at the dog’s head, killing the poor dog.

    Pedro Gonzales is another professional killer. He loves driving his late model jeep with Shenning rims and beautiful seats. He was born in Caguas, Puerto Rico, but came to Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn when he was 5 years old. He loves to go to Emmons Ave. to watch fiSheng boats come in and relax with a glass of wine. His specialty is stealing cars. It doesn’t matter what kind of car it is, he could start it and steal it within two or three minutes. He does this by removing the satellite sensors and tracking systems of any car. He loves electronic gadgets and is willing to do any thing for money.

    His girl friend is also from Puerto Rico. At 27 years old, she’s what they’d call a looker. With, thick, flowing brown hair, dark sultry eyes, and thick lips, she’s stunning and very smart. She loves Pedro. She loves how he dresses and loves his cars. In the summer she spends every single weekend with him. She works in a Law firm in Manhattan near the old famous area of the World Trade Center.

    Pedro and Anthony both love the business of stealing cars and making people disappear. Many years ago there was a Jewish comedian who worked at a place called Pips. His name was David Branner. He hated going to Brooklyn, especially to Sheepshead Bay, because that’s where one of his friends was found floating in the Bay. That person was shot by Pedro.

    Sunday finally arrived. The skies were blue, the temperature was 53 degrees with no wind. It was a spectacular Sunday to be outdoors. Marine Park is well designed, overlooking the bay making it a beautiful walk through the pathways of the park. This park has a walking or running track with lots of trees that adorn the area. Sundays are special for people who live in the area. They love to use the grounds to exercise, play tennis and sun bathe.

    Pedro grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and dialed his friend Anthony.

    Eh, you mother fucker, it’s 11:30 and nobody’s here. Where are you guys?

    Where are you now, Pedro, Anthony asked.

    A few minutes went by and from the other corner of the park some one was saying, Hey, you fucking wet back, wait for me. Tell the guinea to stop walking.

    The guys turned around and looked at each other like little kids. Anthony said to Tommy,

    Aaay my Irish friend, you mother fucker Mick. Where’ve you bin hiding’? In what house? Did you kill anybody last night?

    Both laughed and hugged each other. The same thing happened with Pedro. They know each other for a long time and at this point they just want to have fun playing football.

    Hey Pedro, asked Tommy. "Do you want to have fun with the ball or did you just bring the cock fighter to the park to watch the boats?

    Pedro jokingly said, Get the fuck out of here, Irish man. Tommy can suck my dick first and then grab the football.

    Tommy Riley was a kid born in Queens who loved to go to Sheepshead Bay and hang around with his friends to do a lot of bad things. Like his friends, he loves to make money the easy way. He loves guns. He has a machine gun in his car, and keeps two or three pistols with silencers with him at all times.

    One day he, Anthony, Pedro and their Chinese friend Shen went to the lower east side of New York to sell a machine gun to a gang from that area. They took the train, got off at Church Ave. and Broadway and met up with a drug leader and two other guys in a coffee shop. Tommy told them that the price for the toy (machine gun) was $45k. The gang leader was a muscular man with a dark mustache, and a tattoo draped across each arm. His right arm sported a picture of the Virgin Mary, and his left arm flanked a machine gun with the words In God We Trust.

    The gang leader’s reply was, No, no brother, I can get it for half price. Don’t fuck with me. That’s a shitload of dough. Show me the toy, I want to see it. Let’s go to the corner and see what you have.

    Two blocks down, while both groups stopped to admire the machine gun, one of the Hispanic gang member’s pulled out a pistol and said, Move on, you fucking morons before I spray you with bullets. Move, move, get lost, this toy is ours.

    Tommy, Shen and Pedro moved back, turned around at the corner and fled before their feathers were plucked, leaving the machine gun behind with the Hispanic guy.

    Pedro hollered, You fuck! We got robbed!!! What the hell is going on? What are you going to do, Tommy?

    Meanwhile Shen was laughing so hard, he could barely breathe.

    Shen chuckled, You suckers are just plain Georgia pigs, no common sense. I want to do something different today. Let’s get those sons of bitches.

    Oh my God! Make me control my temper cause I’m not in a good mood, Pedro yelled.

    Shen replied, You guys can take your pants off now so I can fuck you in the ass. You’re all a bunch of assholes. Did you guys see what happened? The fuckers ran away with our shit. Hey Tommy, do you still have your dick or did you lose that too? said Shen, while laughing hysterically.

    Okay, are you going to play ball or just sit here holding your pussy?

    Shen grabbed the football and threw it to Tommy. "Good catch, mick." (a nickname for an Irishman).

    All the friends played ball and had a good time for almost four hours. Later that day they all went to a bar to have a drink on the north side of the park. In the bar they ordered beer. I’m gonna get a Corona light, Pedro said. The doctor told me that I have high cholesterol.

    Shen responded, You Puerto Rican wet back. You always complain about something. Why don’t sit down and take a look at your balls to see how big they really are?

    Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Pedro replied to Shen.

    Why don’t you go to the kitchen and see if they have any wonton soup, chin-chin?

    David, what you doing? Tommy said. Taking a nap? Can you say something? Let me ask you? Are you thinking you want to be an accountant now? Or are you tired cause the ball hit your baby finger?

    David replied by flipping him the bird with his middle finger.

    The winter is over and spring season is starting soon. New York City loves their baseball teams; the New York Mets, The Yankees, the Giants, and the Jets. All five friends were talking like little kids; pulling each others legs and mocking each other until it was time to eat. Then their talk turned to the next trick of the day. Tommy and David were the bosses, el capo di tutti capi. They told every body that they were planning to go to a Bordello near Coney Island and have a good time Saturday night.

    David said, Well, well, we still have two more days. Today is only Wednesday. It will be a fucking good weekend. We’ll stay until 4 in the morning. Is that ok with you guys? It will be a hell of a great time. We haven’t been there for almost three months. We don’t have any money and the fucking cops are in our ass, how can we make money? Pedro and Shen asked.

    Anthony replied, We’ll sell a few grams of coke and we’ll have plenty of money.

    Shen said, So where is the fucking shit? We have none in our hands?

    You guys are pussy’s, Anthony angrily said. Let’s get the mother-fucking guy who stole my machine gun. We get him and he better produce the dough otherwise we cut his fucking face off.

    Mmmmm, David said. I’d love to grab this wet back and tell him how things are done the right way. I want my machine gun back, he whined. You know something guys, tonight we go to the Lower East Side and we’ll pay them a visit. Everybody on?"

    The entire gang nodded their heads in approval.

    To the fucking low-life cockroaches, we’ll show them how business is done in Brooklyn. We don’t take shit from no one. At the same time if they don’t produce the toy, then they’ll pay us in white dust. Otherwise we’ll be dancing the Cucaracha on their bodies!!! Everybody understand? David lifted his right arm in a threatening gesture. Tonight is the night that we come back with money, gun or white dust."

    Shen stood up and said, David, my kike friend, you’re a modern day Moses. Lead the way.

    The night arrived and the whole gang decided to take the Belt Parkway to get to the Lower East side of Manhattan. As they got off the Brooklyn Bridge, they stopped the car and like hungry wolves, gazed the area searching for prey. Almost two hours went by as these thugs quietly drove through the streets of the Lower East Side. The car was an old red Mustang, with 350 horse power engine. As they cruised Delancey Street they drove cautiously without revving the engine to avoid making a tremendous noise. They were ready to attack like a lion about to pounce on its waiting prey.

    Suddenly Pedro who was driving, said, Look to the right !!! Look, look, those are the mother fuckers. Let’s get them! Tom, get the gun ready. I got my gun and you Shen, better prepare. We’re gonna kill those fucking dogs.

    Pedro accelerated the Mustang and quickly stopped next to them.

    Stop, stop, get down fucks, Pedro said.

    They bolted out of the car, grabbed all three of the guys, pointed their gun and wrestled them to the ground. One guy said in Spanish, Dios mio que pasa, me van a matar. (translation: Oh my god they are going to kill us). Anthony pointed the colt-45 at the head of the guy who stole his machine gun.

    Anthony yelled, You fuckin’ asshole, where is my machine gun before I kill you.

    Open your fucking mouth. I want to pump bullets down your throat along with this bottle of anti-freeze. It’ll help flush it down.

    Hollering even louder, he yelled, Where’s my machine gun, you fuck? Where is my machine gun? Before you take your last breath, tell me, you bastard. I told you I was coming back and now you’re gonna pay me, mother-fucker.

    The Spanish guy’s name is Jose. Jose was shaking uncontrollably. Blood was flowing from his mouth, a front tooth was knocked out. Trying to catch his breath, he cried to Anthony, Please don’t hurt me, I don’t have the gun, but I can pay you for it. Please don’t kill me!

    How you gonna pay me, motherfucker dog? Anthony said.

    Jose cried, I got a half a pound of white snow. Please let me go, we’ll share the snow and we’ll be even. Let me go, you fuck.

    Anthony replied, ok, but keep in mind that I have this pistol pointing to your fucking head. In case you’re planning on doing something stupid, my friends are armed and all you guys will be dead.

    Anthony called his friends over and told them what was going on.

    We’ll get some snow from those bastards. They don’t have to pay or give us the machine gun, the snow will be enough.

    Everybody got up and started walking down the block. Jose told Hector, one of his friends, where to find the white snow, a term used for cocaine.

    Hurry up, Jose said. Don’t make any noise when you go upstairs.

    Ok, Hector said.

    Hector started running upstairs to the second floor. A brown door opened and an old lady with white hair stood in front of Hector. He ran past her into the apartment and disappeared.

    She called out to him, Honey, what are you doing? You’re making a mess! What are you looking for?

    Shut up, ma!!! Leave me alone.

    The old lady went back to a room where she sat down and continued to watch TV on the old, antiquated set.

    Hector got what he was looking for. He grabbed the bag of cocaine and ran down the stairs.

    You got the bag, bro? Jose said to Hector.

    Let me have it. I better look at it first. I don’t want any fucking mistakes. said Jose.

    Jose’s face was still bleeding and his upper lip had swollen up.

    Anthony said, Let me taste the snow. I want to make sure this fucking dog don’t play any fucking tricks on me, right Pedro? What you think Pedro? Is this shit good or bad, or maybe you fucking assholes don’t know the difference?

    Pedro is a walking laboratory. He never leaves his house without his test kit which he carries with him at all times.

    This shit looks good, Pedro said.

    David? Pedro asks. Why don’t you kill this asshole and we’ll dump him under the Williamsburg Bridge? Or maybe we’ll just castrate this fucking wet back. We don’t want any more kids in the neighborhood. What you think Shen, do you have a sharp knife?

    Oh yeah, Shen said. I got a perfect knife to cut his balls. Pull his pants down. I’ll do it myself. Get his mouth open, I’ll shove ‘em inside. He can have em’ for a midnight snack. He’ll never forget us, this fucking shit motherfucker.

    Anthony cut Jose’s belt with his knife. In the meantime Jose was turning white like a ghost. Shaking fiercely, Jose managed to cry out, Please don’t do it. I gave you the white snow, please, don’t.

    Anthony and Davie, get the fucking pants down, Shen said. I’m ready, fuckers, come on, lets do it.

    The pants were down and so was his underwear. Anthony and Davie were holding the poor man down while Shen, the Chinese guy, took the knife and cut only part of the skin from his balls. He took a fork that he had in his back pocket and inserted it into the skin that he cut from the balls. While Anthony held Jose’s mouth open, Shen placed the skin and put it right on top of his tongue. His mouth was full of blood which continued to drip over his face and chest. While fear was still in the eyes of the Lower East Side gang, the guys from Brooklyn got in their Mustang and drove away.

    What a fucking thing you guys did. Anthony said. You mother-fuckers cut the poor bastard’s balls and jammed the fucking fork in his mouth. That was some fucking shit! You shoved a piece of his ball in his mouth and blood was all over the place! Oh-h my god. What were you thinking? He’s gonna go to the hospital and tell some doctor that some bastard cut his balls. Holy shit! Anthony laughed.

    God is funny. That piece of shit was scared out of his mind. Tommy laughed.

    Is he going to die or what? Hey Shen, how do you feel about this shit? I have to be careful with you fucking Chinese. Anthony laughed.

    Aaay guys, Shen said. I just cut the tip of his balls to scare that fucking Spanish pig. Lets get back to Brooklyn and try to sell this white shit. We need some money if we are going to Las Senoritas in Coney Island.

    Anthony yelled out to every one, I’ll sell my own dope. You guys stay here. I’ll come back with a lot of dough.

    Anthony stopped near Nathans Hot Dog store and started walking from north to south for almost an hour, when finally, a well-groomed man in a brand new Corvett stopped next to him and asked if he had any snow. Anthony sold him ten thousand dollars worth of cocaine. A few minutes later another car stopped and bought fifteen thousand dollars worth of cocaine. Anthony went back to his car and showed his friends the money, almost fifty thousand dollars cash. Just like in the very old movie, Good Fellows, he placed his thumb and index finger about an inch and a half apart to describe the thickness of hundred dollar bills and some five hundred dollars bills.

    Ok fuck? What time is it now? Anthony replied.

    Pedro looked at his watch and yelled, Oh my God, it’s almost three thirty in the morning. Lets go home and get some sleep. We’re gonna have a nice weekend and I need my dick to be wide awake. I haven’t fucked for a while and I need a good Senorita. Right guys? Who’s gonna give me a ride home. Pedro asked.

    Take a hike. You need to walk, you’re getting too fat. David told Pedro.

    What about me? Tommy asked.

    You fucking mick, you can also take a walk.

    No, no, no. Shen told everyone. I’ll give you guys a ride. Ok, who’s going to be first?

    Let’s drop David off first, he lives in Sheepshead Bay.

    It is Saturday morning in Sheepshead Bay. The wind is blowing lightly making the leaves flutter like birds. The sun’s rays reflect the light onto the landscape of this beautiful place in Brooklyn. The warm sun energizes the people who have just started the weekend of this beautiful spring day.

    Coney Island is not too far from Sheepshead Bay. Lots of kids love to go to Coney Island, especially if is a beautiful day like today. Dino’s Wonder Wheel is one of the many attractions at Coney Island. An icon for over one hundred years, it has been the silent eye seen by many generations who have enjoyed this enormous Ferris Wheel. Even today, Dino’ Wonder Wheel spins to the joys and smiles of people of all ages. If you are a New Yorker, at least once in your life, you must go to Coney Island. After having fun in the sun and enjoying a walk on the boardwalk, another popular spot to visit is Nathan’s Hot Dogs. The taste of this hotdog with a smear

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