"This is fucking awesome!" Tyler swung a sledgehammer breaking a table in half. Meanwhile Jordan held his pistol to an old Asian man's head.
He cocked it back. "Samuel needs his money fuckboy, Cough up the dough and your brains won't explode!" He pistol whipped him.
Frankie stood uninterested puffing a cigarette and staring at the violence unfolding in front of him. They were in a mans store in freeside, Called the "China Shop." where they sold old world antiquities. The man who owned it, Michael Lin was late on his rent money and they were there to collect. Casey was pretending to break things scared he'd get in trouble and Sheldone was right next to Jordan yelling threats at the old man. The man from the Mercenary corps. Samuel. Stood in a dark corner watching the team work.
The man kept crying over and over again. "I don't have the money!"
Samuel noticed Frankie was standing there doing nothing and staring at something, just as he was about to confront him he drew his pistol. Frankie aimed it at a gas line and shot it engulfing the room in flames.
"OH SHIT WHAT THE FUCK YOU CRAZY ASS MOTHERFUCKER." Sheldone ran out scared to death followed by everyone else.
When they got outside Sam came over to Frankie.
"That was unorthodox, ruthless and exactly what the Mercenary Corps needs." He congratulated him.
"Thanks." Frankie stomped on his cigarette.
"How much do we get for what we just did?"
"That was initiation."
Jordan threw his hands up and rolled his eyes. "What the fuck that was like 30 minutes of nothing."
Sam corrected him. "Actually 32 minutes and no it was not nothing, get back to HQ and I'll explain why. I have some business to take care of..." He walked away quickly disappearing into the night.
Casey looked at everyone. "So you made me quit my job, and then burn down an innocent mans store... for nothing... see this is why people don't talk to you guys, this is why everyone hates you all nothing but destruction follows in your wake."
"Yeah and you a bitch." Sheldone scowled in retort.
Casey frowned. "I rest my case. Can we get going my Mom's probably wondering where I am."
Jordan loaded his gun up and waved it in the direction of the Head Quarters. They followed.
As they approached they noticed Kristen was sitting by her lonesome on a bench out front. She stood up excited to see them and noticed Anthony wasn't among their ranks. Her heart sank and She sprinted up to them. "WHERE'S ANTHONY!"
They looked at each other confused.
"Isn't he with you?" Frankie raised an eyebrow.
"NO! HIS MOM DIED!"
A silence struck. Everyone got quiet.
"Aunt Michelle is dead! No no no! Where is he? Kristen where the fuck is Anthony!" Casey got in her face followed by the rest of the group.
Jordan cocked his gun back and put it to her head. "If you don't tell me where the fuck he is in 5 seconds I'll blow your fucking brains out, don't fuck with me!"
She started crying and sat down. Casey sat down next to her attempting to calm her down.
Frankie and Tyler stood quietly saying nothing.
She finally spit it out. "We... We... We were on our way to find the courier and we passed by his house and he got quiet, the door was kicked open and he sprinted in. His Mom was lying on the table dead... with a knife in her and a note attached. It was scary because he didn't react at first, he sat on the couch in silence, and then all of a sudden... he started screaming 'Mommy' and rampaging through the household destroying everything. I was scared. I wanted to stay because I was worried but I was to scared, I snuck out and walked to the Wrangler to get the envelope. Once I got it I left, on my way back I stopped at his house to see if he'd calmed down... But it was empty."
It was quiet again.
Jordan spoke up, his voice was choppy. "You... you left him alone... YOU LEFT HIM THE FUCK ALONE!" He started cursing her out and she sobbed more.
"This is fucked on so many levels." Tyler shook his head. "Poor DeCresh."
Frankie agreed and played with his lighter. "This is sketchy... we need to split up and find him before he hurts someone or himself. Good job Kristen, he saved you from being raped and that's how you repayed him... Kudos to you."
That jab caused her too cry more excessively. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..."
"We gotta go find him, QUIT STANDING AROUND LETS GET FUCKING MOVING!" Jordan shot his gun in the air to get their attention. He grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bench. "You're coming to bitch you ain't sitting this one out." As the group exited the secluded Alleyway there was man waiting for them with a pompadour and leather jacket.
"Whats shakin' bacon." He grinned.
