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Urban Commandos
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Urban Commandos
“Please, I have children man...”
As he cowered in the corner, the young man held his hands up, showing he wasn’t a threat, his entire body trembling in complete fear, as his dilated eyes were locked on the hallway past the figure looming over him.
Bodies lay on the floor, the only signs of life being the weak breaths they took, blood and bullets painted over the walls. Some of the Apartment doors laid in splinters, and there was even a massive hole in one of the walls.
“Funny, you were willing to sell that little girl dirty rocks, and now you wanna call yourself a family man??” Warden reached down, grabbing the man by the throat, lifting him up off his feet as he pressed him into the wall, squeezing tightly. “She’s dead, and you’re not, but I can easily rectify that...” He slid him down, standing face-to-face with him. “Unless you tell me who your supplier is.”
”Oh god, they’ll kill me if I say anything!”
“Kid, I’ll kill you, I’ll just enjoy it more.”
The young man felt warmth running down his leg, as he started to cry. He had run to this abandoned apartment complex, hoping his friends would be able to handle the vigilante. When Warden arrived, however, he didn’t simply walk into the building.
No, instead, he drove a truck through the front door, and opened fire on the lobby. Then he proceeded on his war path, as the young man scrambled to put as many people between him and the walking war machine.
Now, those people lay in front of him, broken, beaten, and some clinging to life.
“I’m starting to lose my patience.” Warden pulled out one of his pistols, letting go of the mans throat, grabbing onto his collar instead, as he pressed the muzzle under his chin. “Do I need to count to five?” He lifted the mans head with the pistol under his chin. “One, two...” He clicked off the safety. “Four...”
”Okay, okay, okay, the guys name is Hector, Hector Mendez, he works out of one of the houses in South Bronx, Cauldwell Avenue, it will have a crappy yellow car parked outside, with a missing back window.”
Warden released the man, patting him on the shoulder. “See, now was that so hard??”
As he cowered in the corner, the young man held his hands up, showing he wasn’t a threat, his entire body trembling in complete fear, as his dilated eyes were locked on the hallway past the figure looming over him.
Bodies lay on the floor, the only signs of life being the weak breaths they took, blood and bullets painted over the walls. Some of the Apartment doors laid in splinters, and there was even a massive hole in one of the walls.
“Funny, you were willing to sell that little girl dirty rocks, and now you wanna call yourself a family man??” Warden reached down, grabbing the man by the throat, lifting him up off his feet as he pressed him into the wall, squeezing tightly. “She’s dead, and you’re not, but I can easily rectify that...” He slid him down, standing face-to-face with him. “Unless you tell me who your supplier is.”
”Oh god, they’ll kill me if I say anything!”
“Kid, I’ll kill you, I’ll just enjoy it more.”
The young man felt warmth running down his leg, as he started to cry. He had run to this abandoned apartment complex, hoping his friends would be able to handle the vigilante. When Warden arrived, however, he didn’t simply walk into the building.
No, instead, he drove a truck through the front door, and opened fire on the lobby. Then he proceeded on his war path, as the young man scrambled to put as many people between him and the walking war machine.
Now, those people lay in front of him, broken, beaten, and some clinging to life.
“I’m starting to lose my patience.” Warden pulled out one of his pistols, letting go of the mans throat, grabbing onto his collar instead, as he pressed the muzzle under his chin. “Do I need to count to five?” He lifted the mans head with the pistol under his chin. “One, two...” He clicked off the safety. “Four...”
”Okay, okay, okay, the guys name is Hector, Hector Mendez, he works out of one of the houses in South Bronx, Cauldwell Avenue, it will have a crappy yellow car parked outside, with a missing back window.”
Warden released the man, patting him on the shoulder. “See, now was that so hard??”
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