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Em Cal hopped on his '05 candy purple lowrider Harley. He drove out to Cherry Grove, a suburban town of Titan City. He stopped in front of a ranch style home. He looked at the number on the mailbox. 670. Yep, it was where Murphy lived.

He walked casually toward the front door. When he reached it, he pulled out a crow bar and forced the door open. He quietly closed the door behind him after he entered. He could hear a man's grunts, and a woman's moans and screams. He got out a Springfield XDM with a silencer and walked to the end of the hallway. It creaked a little, but Murphy nor his wife heard it.

Em Cal crept on up Murphy and watched the free live porno for a brief moment. Murphy's wife opened her eyes, saw Em Cal standing over them, and let out a scream of horror. Murphy turned around for the source of the scream. He reached for something, but Em Cal pulled the trigger four times. The bullets embedded theirselves in Murphy's back. Em Cal put the Springfield to Murphy's head and pulled the trigger once more to make sure he died. He then turned his attention toward Murphy's wife. She had the cover pulled up to her chin and was whimpering, which annoyed Em Cal deeply. She had fear in her eyes like a dear caught in the headlights. Em Cal liked it. He smiled at her.

"Sweet dreams, sweetheart." he said before he stuck the Springfield between her eyebrows and blew her brains out.

Em Cal ransacked the room. He found a suitcase in the closet. He opened it. There were crisp one hundred dollar bills inside. Em Cal checked to make sure it was all money. He then took the money out the suitcase and stuffed it all in his leather duster and walked out the house before anyone answered to Mrs. Murphy's scream.

He finally reached his place, an apartment on Starkweather Street. He walked up the stairs, until he reached the fourth floor. He took out his key and opened the door.

The first thing he did when he got inside was call V.K. McMahon's cell phone. McMahon didn't pick up, so Em Cal left a message.

"McMahon, this is Em Cal. Murphy's dead. So is his wife, so she can't talk. I found some money. About 100 grand. See you tomorrow."

After that, Em Cal lit up a Winston, walked over to a cage where a Columbian red tail boa lay curled up. Em Cal tapped on the cage.

"Hey, Reaper," he said. "Did you miss me boy?"

Reaper began to uncoil.

"Are you hungry?" Em Cal asked. "I got something for you."

He went into another cage, which contained a large rat. He took the rat and dangled it over Reaper's cage.

"Dinner," said Em Cal, lowering the rat into the cage. Reaper went after the rat immediately. Em Cal watched Reaper constrict the rat before swallowing it whole.

Em Cal washed his hands and went into his fridge. He then made himself a corned beef sandwich with a side of Ruffles chips and a Cherry Bomb Cola soda. After he finished eating, he did some push ups, did about four hundred reps on the dumb bells and took a long hot shower before going to sleep.

The next morning, Em Cal had breakfast at his favorite spot, Dirty Dan's Diner. After that, he went to D.O.A. a gun shop on the corner of Hickock and Cassidy. The owner, Dead Eye Dave, was a muscular black man with a mohawk and an eye patch. Em Cal didn't know much about him, except that he was an ex- Marine.

"Well, if it isn't my best customer." he said. "How the hell are you?"

"Good," said Em Cal. "How about you?"

"Doin' fine," said Dead Eye Dave. "How can I help you today?"

"That depends," said Em Cal. "Whatcha got?"

"Well, this just came in." said Dave, getting out a revolver with a scope. "A .357 magnum. Holds eight shots instead of six. Three hundred and ninety dollars."

"Nice." said Em Cal, giving a rare happy smile.

"And this." said Dave, "is a Glock 20 10mm, holds 10 to 15 shots. Three hundred bucks."

"Excellent." said Em Cal.

"This is a Colt Mustang .380." said Dave. "Fits right in your pocket. Two hundred and fifty bucks."

"Great." said Em Cal.

"And last, but not least," said Dave, "a Ruger P90 .45 ACP. Blue Finish. Four hundred bucks."

"Fucking awesome." said Em Cal

"So, what will it be, big man?" asked Dave.

"I'll take them all." said Em Cal, taking someoney out of an envelope and throwing some money on the counter.

"Great," said Dave. "Wanna try them out?"

"Hell yeah," said Em Cal

"Help yourself." said Dave.

Em Cal headed to the shooting range. He tested out the Glock 20 first. He hit all of the targets with exteme accuracy. He then fired the .357 magnum. It had a nice feel to it. Em Cal, who was fond of revolvers, was impressed.

After his finished testing out his new toys, Em Cal left D.O.A. Just as he was about to get on his Harley, his Blackberry went of. He answered it.

"Em Cal," he said.

"Hello, Em Cal," It was V.K. McMahon. "I got your message. Come on over to Paddy's. All the guys are here. We're having a meeting."

"Gotcha," said Em Cal, hanging up.

He rode over to Paddy's. Paddy's was one of the three restaurants that V.K. McMahon owned. Paddy's was a front for his drug operations. And it sometimes served as the MCS's headquarters.

Em Cal parked his bike across the street. He saw V.K. McMahon's custom Jaguar. He also saw Paul L.'s Corvette. He went inside.

The MCS were all inside. McMahon sat at the end of the table. Em Cal sat next to Paul L., whom he greeted with a high five.

"Good, Em Cal's here." said McMahon. "Now we can get started."

He stood up.

"Today's the day," he said. "Our shipment comes in. Now word is that our enemies are going to try to steal some of our precious white gold. They're going to be using boats to try to steal our supplies. That's not going to happen. I want all you to make sure it doesn't. Take out as many of those bastards as you can. I'm going to be there too. I want you all to meet me at the jetty at Sundance Beach later on in the evening. Got it?"

There was a murmur of agreement."

"Good," said McMahon. "Meeting adjourned."

Everybody except Em Cal got up and left. He took out the money that he took from Murphy and handed it to McMahon.

"I guess that's supposed to be the money he owes." Em Cal said.

"Yes," said McMahon. "Since you gave it all to me, how about I give you half?"

"There's no need to do that." said Em Cal.

"There is need." said McMahon. "I rarely trust people, Em Cal, but you, I would trust with my life. Do you know how many of my men would have taken some of this money for themselves? You didn't do that. Therefore, you shall receive half."

He gave Em Cal fifty thousand dollars. Reluctanly, Em Cal took it.

"I appreciate it," said Em Cal. He didn't say thank you. He never said it.

"No problem," said McMahon. "Now you must prepare for this evening. Go home and get ready."

Em Cal nodded and left Paddy's.

When Em Cal arrived at his apartment, he put away his new guns and went into his arsenal. He got out an M4 Carbine with an aim spot and grenade launcher.

"This will do the trick," said Em Cal, smiling evily.

Em Cal drove to Sundance Beach. The evening sun beamed down on him as he walked to the jetty. V.K. McMahon, Paul L and the rest of MCS were there, all of them armed.

"Hello, Em Cal," said McMahon. "You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," said Em Cal, "ready to kill."

"That's what I wanted to hear," said McMahon. "This is Dimitrios," he said, indicating, a small wiry man with dark heavily gelled hair. "He'll be driving one of the boats. Now, Em Cal, Paul and myself will be getting in this one. The rest of you, more boats are coming."

The three men got inside the boat. Dimitrios started driving.

"Be on the lookout for them," said McMahon. "Be ready."

Dimitios kept driving.

"I will tell you when we get to the big boat," he said.

Em Cal looked around. Sure enough, several boats were approaching them. And they weren't McMahon's men.

"Alright, there they are," Em Cal said. "Let's wipe these sons of bitches out."

Em Cal, Paul L. and McMahon fired at the first boat. The boat veered of course. Em Cal shot the one in the passenger's seat. He fell over into the water.

"Sleep with the fish, asshole!" Em Cal shouted.

McMahon shot the driver. Paul L. finished off the other two in the boat.

More boats came. They were fighting fiercely, but MCS were putting up an even stronger fight.

There were boats on either side of the one Em Cal was in.

"You take the ones on the left, Em Cal," McMahon shouted. "Paul and I will take the ones on the right."

Em Cal unloaded on the assailants. One by one, they all laid down. When they were all dead, Em Cal looked behind him. McMahon's men were putting a hurting on the other assailants. They were decreasing in numbers, but still were putting up a fight. Em Cal decided to put them out of their misery.

"Eat this!" he shouted as he released a grenade. It landed right in the last boat of the assailants. The boat blew up and there was a big billow of smoke.

"That's the last of them," said Em Cal.

"Good shooting everybody," said McMahon. "Dimitrios, how far have we got to go now?"

"We're almost there, sir." said Dimitrios.

"Good," said McMahon. "When we get there, I want you guys to guard the boat incase there's more of them."

Em Cal and Paul L. nodded.

"Good," said McMahon. "I'll be in and out."

The boat finally reached their destination. Em Cal, Paul L. and the rest of MCS followed McMahon onto the big boat. They guarded the entrance to the boat, guns, at the ready. They waited for something to go down, but nothing did. McMahon was back with two large briefcases.

"We're done here," he said. "Everybody back on the boats."

"Dimitrios drove back to the jetty. Em Cal, Paul L. and McMahon climbed back on it. When the rest of MCS got back on the jetty, McMahon said. "Great work, gentlemen. You can all do what you like for the rest of the evening. I've got some business deals to make."

As Em Cal headed back to the beach, Paul L. said. "I'm going to have dinner with my wife. What're you planning to do?"

"I think I'm going to head to the casinos and blow some money." said Em Cal.

"Well, I hope that doesn't happen," said Paul L. "See you later."

Em Cal hopped on the Harley. He was going to go to Giorgio's for some pizza and then head to Sunshine Casino.