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Prologue
"Come on, Tony," whined a tall skinny man, glancing nervously around the dark, rainy streets, "we've been here long enough. We're gonna get caught."
"Shut it, Markos, you're not getting paid to wine." said Tony, a tall bulky man.
"Fayman wants the goods, and we need a way to get halfway upstate."
"Yeah, but what if,"
Suddenly the car they had been breaking into started to honk and flash its lights wildly.
"Shit," muttered Tony, hurrying his work.
"Hey!" Tony and Markos turned to see a man come from the dark building across the street. "What the hell are you doing with my car!?"
"Hey man," said Tony pulling out a gun and pointing it at the man's head, stopping him four feet from them, "back off. Back off an' I won't shoot ya."
The man had his hands out at his sides, as a sign of cautious surrender.
"Look, man, maybe we can come to some agreement. I can get you help,"
"What makes you think I need help!?" Tony abandoned the car and walked to the man, pressing the gun's barrel to the man's forehead. Markos knew that Tony was a very independent man, and accepted help from no one.
Also that, if irritated, would resort to violence.
And possible murder.
"Look," said the shaking man, "you clearly need help. My brother is a therapist, and his wife runs a rehab,"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!!" roared Tony.
"Tony," said Markos, "Tony, chill out, we're gonna get busted,"
"Screw you Markos!" and Tony turned and shot his accomplice in the chest.
Markos fell to the ground, sputtering, his eyes wide with surprise.
Tony stared at the dead man at his feet, his gun still raised in the air.
"Hey," said the man, trying to calm himself, "I can,"
Tony turned abruptly and shot him in the head. The man fell without a word, and Tony was alone.
He cleared the double homicide out of his already racing head, and shot the driver's seat window in with his gun. But, just as he reached for the handle, a low voice came from the shadows around him,
"So, is that how you beasts settle arguments?"
"What the hell?" said Tony to himself.
"Precisely," said the voice.
The screams of Tony Lamarak's agony could be heard for miles around, and yet, they couldn't, as they were swallowed by the shadow of the night.
