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The night was warm. The Red hood was standing on a roof looking through a dusty window into a warehouse. Moonlight allowed him to see through the dust.
He had heard about a new gang moving in on his turf and had decided to, personally meet them.
He watched as the men unloaded crates from five or four trucks into the warehouse. The crates looked extremely heavy and he heard one of the captains shout to handle the crates carefully when one of them almost fell from the men's hands.
Jason, ever being the curious one, slowly and quietly opened the window and slid inside. He snuck into a shadow in one of the corners and watched the proceedings.
Finally after about three minutes a man with unwavering confidence came in the room. Jason immediately pegged him to be the boss of the operation. He watched as the man with a greedy look shoved off one of the lids to the crates. He reached a hand in and pulled out something that resembled a gun from one of those sci-fi shows. The man seemed a little disappointed and angry.
"So there's only one per crate?" the boss asked, fiddling with the gun. One of the captains nodded.
"Yeah boss, from what we were told the guns are prototypes and only have one use. And that we won't be able to get another shipment for a long time."
The boss just held the gun tightly. He then looked at his captain.
"Move the trucks out. I want guards posted at every door or entrance. We don't want any, unwanted company."
As the man was about to leave, Red hood fired off shots from his gun and stepped into the light.
"Well looks like you've got your unwanted company." Jason yelled snarkily. "Really, you need to work on those locks."
He launched himself at the thugs and quickly dispatched them. As he turned around to deal with their captain a beam of light shot him and caused him to stumble back a little and fall on the ground. He stood back up confused, putting a hand on his chest to make sure there was no injury. He saw the boss who held the gun from which the shot came from looking just as confused. He took this moment to knock out the lieutenant and and him.
He picked up the gun and studied it. He didn't know what the hell it did and decided he would figure it out later at home. It was apparently useless anyways.
He walked over to each crate and teared apart the guns inside, making sure no one could rebuild them. He didn't want them to be used for...whatever they were supposed to do.
He was going to interrogate the men but soon realized he was really tired. Against his better judgement he called the police and headed out.
He barely made it home. He opened his window to his safehouse and went straight to the bedroom. He kicked off his boots and shrugged off his jacket. He threw off his body armour and promptly collapsed on the bed and passed out.
He was so tired. He could find out what the gun did tomorrow. All he wanted to do was sleep. And so all the while he slept, he didn't feel his body slowly get smaller and smaller.
Hello! So I am working on another story, which I will be still working on. But I just kind of wrote this and decided to put it out there and if people want it to continue then I will. Or if I'm bored enough to write another chapter. So please favorite it and reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading.