This kind of blew up over night. Wow...
It wasn't long before more screams could be heard along with that same bone-chilling shot followed by whirring. Seed to be a nail gun. The blood from downstairs was still warm so whoever did this had to have rushed through this in an extremely short amount of time and considering the amount of people that were slumped over lifeless, he was either a super-soldier or invincible -maybe both-.
"What the bloody Hell 'appened here?" He asked loudly, hoping to draw 'its' attention. But it just didn't stop. There were less screams now and it eventually stopped in what seemed like forever.
"Hox?" 'It' asked. The voice was very familiar and... Swedish.
"W-Wolf?" Hoxton ran forward down the hall and towards his voice, wanting to reunite with his lost friend. Wolf was the first to leave, wanting to fulfill his violent urges independent from the Payday gang a's they weren't killing anytime soon by looks of it (and boy, was he right).
The maniac stepped out of the last room that seemed to house any Cobras from this set. He opened the door right next to Hoxton and it nearly gave him a heart attack.
"Fuck!"
Wolf was head to toe in blood, holding a nail gun in one hand and a small grenade launcher in the other, a small axe in sheath. "Hey buddy. Did I crash your party?"
"Before it even began, you wanker." He wanted to hug him but didn't want to look too weak or possibly gay. Hoxton took his mask off and Wolf wasn't wearing one.
Wolf shook his hand then looked back at his nail gun. "There are more upstairs." He tossed the grenade launcher to Hoxton.
"Fucking Hell."
"On you."
Hoxton put his mask back on and walked down another long hallway which wasn't soaked in blood -a change he accepted with open arms- with one poorly made staircase leading towards a small door which blend in slightly with the wall. Faint murmuring could be heard from behind it, implying they were waiting to ambush whoever this maniac was. Both Wolf and Hoxton had the same idea. Hox aimed the grenade launcher at the door and-
BOOM!
"Fuck!" Hoxton yelled as organs and flesh hailed towards him. Wolf just stared and chuckled.
They both continued forward, Hoxton now holding his revolver. He missed doing this sort of thing with the gang. Wolf sped past Hox, his blood flowing and ready to take more. He kicked down a door with ease and slaughtered the room with his small axe, making sure to keep each death as painful as the last. He kicked the door directly onto a Cobra that had ran from the explosion then jumped from person to person, hacking and slashing at them before they had time to react let along fire. It took 20 seconds for that room to become devoid of life thanks to one man.
Suddenly, bullets came flying from the wall of the next room that was facing the one Wolf was in. He ducked for cover but was shot several times though nothing severe (they had only made him worse). But before Wolf could exact his revenge, Hoxton had already gave a bullet to each of the mean in there, leaving one for Wolf by only shooting him in the kneecap.
The one left alive was now slumped on the wall opposite the door, directly facing the pissed off Wolf. He grabbed Hoxton by the arm and took the grenade launcher from his hands violently and grinned in a way that only a man as damaged as Wolf could. He stared at the one Cobra left with dead eyes, knowing what to do. He fired the grenade launcher again and-
BOOM!
That entire was dissappeared, the room now open looking down onto the street where passerbys watched in horror a's bits of wood, shrapnel and human flesh fell from the sky. He laughed like a psychopath and went back to the hallway where Hoxton had taken care of the other two rooms opposite the ones Wolf had cleared.
"This place is a fucking maze!" Wolf yelled as further down, the hallway split in two separate directions.
"What the fuck did you do in there?!" Hox asked in horror then opened the door that that room to find a wall was literally fucking missing. "Holy fuck." He walked out and back to Wolf.
"I'll go left.."
"Fine."
Wolf looked back at Hoxton, still smiling, and they went their separate ways.
Wolf took left. He was ready for more violence but found all the rooms empty. They were definitely lived in as the rooms were all a mess. Maybe they left after hearing the explosions. Well, the more grouped in one place the better. The hallway continued with a sharp left and to the sides he found much of the same: trashed and empty rooms. Occasionally he found a stash of assault rifles or uncut cocaine so he knew that they weren't empty. All this bored Wolf would he sped up to the end where one single door was. Again, murmuring could be heard at the back but this time, they didn't wait. God knows how many Cobras spilled out into the small corridor and opened fire but Wolf jumped into a room and barricaded the door with a refrigerator and a light couch on top. It wouldn't be long before they either busted through the doors or shot through the walls so he had to devise a plan and fast. He could only fire the grenade launcher once as it was a slow reload and everything else would start in that time, definitely getting him killed. He thought of it as a game in turns. A grenade launch and reload takes one turn as does killing a group of Cobras. They were definitely in the opposing rooms getting ready. Or he could skip the turn and let things play out. It would take two turns to get the door open and one turn to shoot through the walls, killing everything through and through. So if he took cover for both sides, they would kill each other, then he could shoot through one of the walls and kill any survivors, take a gun and spray the rest of them.
It happened like clockwork: Wolf's Finest Act and he was the star. He pulled another couch and flipped a large table hopefully providing him cover and-
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BNAB BAG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!
Wolf jumped from cover and blew open a wall, like something from the Matrix. He rolled into the smoldering ashes of the room, picked up the small SMG he had and reloaded it. By this time, the ones at the door had gotten through and as they came one by one, they were gunned down one by one. He finished his clip on the opposing wall and dropped the gun, as he had ran out of ammo. Wolf picked up a carbine and carried on into that door that they all flooded from.
In there was a young, Spanish man in a chair, behind a desk in an office like setting minus all the weapons and drugs scattered all over the place. He loaded his grenade launcher and pointed it at the Spanish man however, he sat in silence as if he were dead. Then Wolf had an idea... and it was not a good one.
Instead of just blowing up him, he pointed his grenade launcher to the right, all whilst looking at this man and-
BOOM!
Goodbye to that giant stash of cocaine. The white powder drifted like snow to the outside, the wall completely and absolutely obliterated. At the bottom were...police cars. Swat vans, turrets, bulldozers, cloakers, hordes of shields and the Captain himself talking to a man in a suit. The Spanish man at the desk started laughing and shot Wolf in the chest with a hand cannon. He shot again but missed. Wolf was grounded and bleeding out to the man stood up and grabbed an ice pick from his desk and walked over to the now dying Wolf. The Spanish man mounted Wolf and slashed at Wolf, scarring his face from eye to chin diagonally. Wolf was blinded but in one fit of rage, he screamed and kicked The Spanish man off of him. The Spanish man fell to the floor and dropped his ice pick. Wolf grabbed it and dragged The Spanish man to his feet, a look of dread in his eyes. Wolf drove the ice pick into The Spanish man's shoulder blade, pushed him to the edge and kicked him our of the building, sending him plummeting down to the bottom, right beside's Captain Winters. Wolf fired a grenade out of the room and down to the bottom where many of the police were. He tried to fire some bullets down to them but found himself to weak to pull the trigger so he just threw the carbine out of the room as well and collapsed to the floor.
"Fucking pigs."
A group of Zeals entered the room and saw what they never thought they would see. A member of the Payday gang, alone, ready to be arrested. Just to see a member of the Payday gang and live was rare but to be able to actually arrest one of the most dangerous members was something else.
"Holy shit." One of the Zeal team exclaimed.
