Mr. Roboto
Chapter-6 Kill or be Killed
Corner of 9th and W 22nd St. January 2nd, 2000. 9 PM
Outcasted Gary was walking. He didn't know why he was walking, nor did he know where he was going, all he knew was that something was driving him to walk. Even with his vast intellect he couldn't figure out any possible reason for why he would be, with his whole world shattered less than two hours ago and with nothing left for him in this world he just had to wander. He knew he couldn't go to the airport without a boarding pass, or without the car that was destroyed, with his family in it. Another tear dropped out of his eye as the thought of his family continued to be the only source of consciousness left in his mind. He had family back home sure, but none of them could be substitutes for his mother, father, and sister. And soon enough they'd find out what happened to them, Gary could only shutter at the shear grief that would come from his large extended family finding out that they were gone. He knew he couldn't take over the ranch, a psychologist couldn't nor was meant to run a farm. For all he knew the rest of his family back home was good as dead too.
Seems like it's I who needs the psychologist. He thought in his lost mind, lost in this world, lost without anyone he knew, and lost without a single guide or place to go. All he knew now was that in the city that in the past century that ended less than two days ago, people came here for opportunity, to become something greater than anything from their places of origin. Could the same thing happen to him? He managed to save just about everything he packed up with him on the trip: a few sets of clothes, and all other essentials. Essentials, He thought as he didn't know what was essential at this point. Family was essential was it not? And now without one what was left? He then looked down at his holster for the Python his grandfather gave him his last birthday night. The last thing he would ever receive from him, looking at it's still great condition finish and how after so many years of serving his grandfather, it managed to save him when he returned fire on those thugs. The same ones the destroyed the very thing keeping him going in this world, or was it the only thing?
His revolver and a family photo they took a few days prior were the only remanence of his family left. The same revolver that kept Grandpa Bucyrus going, if it kept him going, keeping him along as he made sure to protect all that was important to him, then Gary now knew what was going to happen. It was up to Gary to keep the family spirit going. He promised his grandfather he'd never give up the python for anything, and he would make sure to keep the promise. Somehow he would figure out a way to continue his life, even if it meant his family was no longer in the picture. Would he stay in New York or find a way back to South Dakota? Was there more he wanted to see in the country or even the world? And exactly how would he keep his family spirit going just by himself? All these questions and more were rattling around in his grief filled brain. The one thing he knew was that if he kept walking north on ninth Ave, he'd find something, anything that could provide an answer to any number of these questions. It was just a matter of when something would come in his way.
Fortunately, that time would come much sooner than he expected.
"You!" he heard a good ways from behind him. At first he thought he was hearing things as not only was his mind uneasy after that traumatic experience, but even if it was real the sidewalks and streets were just a crowded as any other night in New York. Unlike where he was a few moments before. So this could be directed at anyone.
"You, in the Leather flannel!" This time he knew it was real, as he was the only one in a western jacket in the entire crowd of people around him. Aside from his concealed revolver and backpack with frame it was the only thing that made him stand out from the rest. He began to get nervous knowing the cars that drove away before, it, happened. He began to pick up his pace and started looking for an alleyway to hide in.
"Wait, you don't understand! You're being, Ah!" The voice cried out in pain at the last moment, as if chasing him was giving him some kind of pain. This made Gary question if the person after him was actually a threat or not, still given what had just happened to him, he wasn't taking any chances. He then found an alleyway in between two buildings on 9th street where he could hide. Just in case he checked around to see if there was anyone else in the alleyway. With a clear no to that question, he took out his python and reloaded the few bullets he fired back during the gunfight. Only firing four bullets and carrying enough ammo to reload it at least two more times. He flinched as he heard a noise coming from the entrance to the alleyway, knowing that it had to be the one chasing him before. With some hesitation from not being able to see too well, he aimed his gun at the entrance of the alley.
"Stand back," He warned the intruder, "I've got a gun."
"Don't shoot!" The mysterious voice cried back, "I swear I mean no harm." That last part sounding weak. As the figure came further into view he could see from an overhead light that this figure was indeed not a threat. He walked with a stud on his left leg and his right arm wrapped around his abdomen, soon revealing that he had burn marks all over his body and that he was bleeding in the stomach region. He then stumbled over some trashcans and fell on his knees. Gary nervously walked next to the man who was struggling, know some people use this as a trick to lure enemies before attacking when they least expected. But if this person was going to attack he would've done so before stumbling on the trashcans.
"You look terrible," Gary noted at this man's condition, "We need to get you to a hospital."
"NO!" the man shouted back, "I don't deserve such treatment, besides, it's too late for me anyways." He said with a hint of regret in his weak voice.
"Who are you and why were you after me." Gary questioned now that it was settled that this man wasn't here to kill him.
"My name is Shane Bowman," Replied the injured African American, "I am, or was the leader of the Backstreet Butchers, a vigilante gang that worked outside the law to protect the community." This answer made Gary curious, Vigilante gang? He thought, they couldn't have been the ones firing at us right? So, he continued questioning.
"Were you the ones that killed my family?" Confirming if his thoughts were true.
"No," Shane answered honestly. "We were inside the convenience store, searching for a weapons and drug stash that belonged to our greatest rival: The Roberto Wiseos. They were the ones in the cars firing at your family. We were trying to bust them by locating those drugs and smuggled weapons, but they caught our strategy somehow and attacked us. Killing everyone but me in the explosion."
This came at a surprise to Gary; these were the good guys that tried to take out the actual gang. Now a weight of guilt came across his chest knowing that Shane had failed his mission to stop the Wiseos from smuggling drugs and weapons into the city. And that it cost him the lives of the entire team.
"I'm sorry I caused you to fail in your mission." Gary apologized thinking had he not been there things would've gone differently.
"It's not your fault," Shane again answered truthfully, "You didn't know there was an operation going down tonight, just like I didn't know it was a set up to destroy our gang. You were just passing through like anyone else. If anything, I'm sorry I didn't do a better job of protecting your family."
Gary was astonished at Shane's words. This man he didn't know and was dying, actually valued his life unlike anyone else in the city.
"You cared about my family's safety?" He asked after hearing Shane's confession. "But we've never met, let alone knew each other before."
"Most people raised here in the city are so disconnected from God, they lose sight of everything. Including the value of every other life out there. If it were up to me I'd never kill another soul, but someone's gotta do the dirty work to keep this city alive. Even if no one truly recognizes it. For every bad deed or life I've taken, there's at least a thousand lives still here for taking each one those risks. But now with the gang destroyed and not much time for me left, it seems those bad deeds, even though done with good intentions, have led me to my demise."
As a psychologist, Gary was surprised at how deep Shane's explanation was for why he returned fire on those attacking.
"That's why it's best you leave me here; I have to pay for my crimes." Shane said ever so getting weaker with every passing minute, it wouldn't be long before he was gone.
"If you were wounded why did you come after me?" Gary wondered as why Shane would go through the trouble of tracking him down.
"Firstly, to tell you why there was a fight. You deserve to learn the truth as to why you family was killed unjustly. And secondly to warn you."
Gary was perplexed at the second reason. "To warn me?"
"Unlike the Butchers, the Wiseos escaped and are still out there." Shane continued to explain. "Their leader, Roberto, won't stop until every outside witness of his activities is erased. By bribing the locals with drugs and threats of violence if they are so much as in the same block as his operations, he's able to keep everyone, including the police away from his business." This explained why the streets were empty around the gas station earlier. "But there were two witnesses tonight that made it out alive, one of them he got and isn't going to last much longer, and one who was caught in the stream and didn't know any better." Referring to himself and Gary respectively.
"One thing's for sure, I can't server my community anymore, and now you're the only one who can stop the Wiseos."
"I can't kill another person." Gary admitted, "There is no greater sin, nor crime than murder. I can't take another life."
"That maybe true and I won't deny that," Shane noted before continuing. "But it's just like the wild out there on the streets. You come from the country right?" Gary nodded regarding his place of origin and how much he stood out from the common city folk. "Just like when you're hunting, especially with the more vicious animals, it's either kill or be killed. And that brings me to my last chance to finally put an end to their schemes…You."
"Me?" Gary questioned when Shane said he was final chance.
"I didn't get your name before." Shane said wanting his name, by this point Gary could trust this man who served undercover.
"Gary Hudson," He answered, "Ironically a psychologist." Noting how Shane's last conversation would be with who he probably needed to see the most.
"Gary," Shane began as he reached into his armament vest. "For as good as your magnum is, you're going to need something with a real kick:" He then pulled out a machine pistol. "This was my very first gun when I began serving, the Skorpion. It'll protect you well when you go to fight the rest of the Wiseos."
"I can't take on a gang." Gary still knowing he wasn't capable of killing another person, let alone a whole gang full. "I've never fought anyone like this before."
"Tonight can end in one of two ways: Either the Wiseos take another victim out of the hundreds already on their list, or the outsider from the country gets his revenge, and the Wiseos will be defeated; never to pray upon an innocent life again." Shane described the possible series of events that could play out. "I noticed when you were shooting back that you've got a pretty good aim, while they also have that, there's one thing you've got that they don't."
"Is it this Skorpion?" Gary asked referring to the gun Shane gave him, but was really unsure of the right answer.
"No they too have automatic weapons, but none of them have graduated high school." Gary was surprised again at this fact. "Sure they've got fighting skills and street smarts, but you're a doctor. And sure as hell have more experience then any of them." Shane then coughed up some blood, his condition was getting worse with every minute. "I'm honestly shocked at how much I've been able to explain, maybe it's God giving me one last chance to prove myself." Shane said weakly. "One last thing, the large building across the street, 405 West 23rd. That's where the Butchers are, or at least were based in. The Wiseos have last traced me there, I don't believe they know you escaped too, but I've been wrong before. When you get in take the service elevator to the twenty fourth floor. Up there you'll find some weapons that we confiscated from past smuggling operations. You seem like a sharp enough shot to use them well enough."
"But I've never shot something fully automatic before." Gary confessed, "I may have the brains but with the brawn they've shown before I don't stand a chance."
"You tucking into this alleyway when you thought I was a threat is proof enough your instincts will be just fine." Shane continued to commend Gary's first efforts in street defense. "Also there's bullet resistant vests and other militia equipment up there too, all the answers are up there too. Use whatever you can to fight back. It's not like anyone else is going to be using it now." Shane again coughed up more blood.
"It has been a privilege to meet someone who's done so much," Gary finally giving the recognition the Backstreet Butchers earned. "Your services won't go in vain." He promised.
"Lastly, I must warn you about their leader: Colbert Roberto. He's been doing this all his life, ever since the news claimed he single handedly took down the biggest gang of the seventies, the Spanish Kings. It ain't true. He sold out and let some hired guns do his dirty work in exchange for drugs. After a while he formed a terror gang was because of those filthy drugs, he's able to get away with just about everything."
"Why would you try to stop him if you knew you'd never be able to defeat him?" Gary asked regarding Shane's confused motive.
"Because it's what the city needed, and it was the right thing to do. Even the most subtle pushback again his plans have saved parts of the city, no matter how small. Even for all the good Rudy's done, he still needs an extra invisible hand every once in a while to keep the evil at bay. And besides," With each sentence Shane grew weaker, he then mustered the last bit of strength he had and looked up at Gary, know this would be the last thing he would ever say.
"He's just another man like you or I, I'm glad you were the last one I got to speak with, I know you'll do the right thing. America needs more individuals like yourself, those who can think for themselves, for that's the best gift any mortal can have." Shane then ran out of energy, slowly fell back onto the ground, and any life that was left in his eyes vaporized away. Shane Bowman, this unsung hero of New York, was gone. With only Gary left to know of his silent deeds to the city. Even though Gary just witnessed the dramatic deaths of his family, there were few things as chilling in this world as life leaving a body right in front of you. Gary then took any mags of ammo left on Shane's body as well as a pair of keys, shut his eye lids, and covered up his body with a tarp found next to the trash cans. Now it was a matter of getting to the Butcher's hideout in the building across the street and gearing up for the arrival of the Wiseos.
He made his way back onto the sidewalk, just like Shane said there was no one around to witness what was about to take place. The Wiseos were that feared and that manipulative. It wouldn't be long before they would arrive. The building he was referring to was the largest one straight ahead, at least twenty-five stories high. Gary made his way across the street and went to find the entrance. When he got to the entrance he looked inside and saw there were no lights inside the lobby, making it hard to tell what purpose this building served outside of being the Butcher's former headquarters. With the keys he retrieved from Shane's body, he examined the keys and was able to guess the correct one on the first try.
Well, some good for a change tonight. He thought to himself as he walked inside the vacant building and went searching for the service elevator. After finding the service elevator and somehow getting lucky with the keys again he started looking at what floor to go to. There was a label on the twenty-four button that said: Butcher's smokehouse. Now he knew why he would take the service elevator rather than the normal elevator as it went directly to the Butcher's headquarters. "Looks like they were smart enough to think through this some." Gary said to himself impressed how they kept this secret from the rest of the building.
Upon arriving at the floor and doors opened leading right into an armory room, where the Butcher's had their supplies kept. Gary then searched some unlocking a few lockers if needed and found some old Vietnam war style uniforms and body armor. There also were uniforms more fit for urban counter terrorist roles. He decided to take some elements from both that would include belt attachments for keeping magazines ready, and a machete holster for keeping a machete blade ready if he ran out of ammo to quickly. Gary had never been a solder, let a long a fighter, but just like Shane said before he succumbed, tonight it was either kill or be killed.
Thankfully there were plenty of guns to choose from. Gary knew a thing or two about guns since his family collected quite a few for hunting trips, and from what he read in shooting magazines, but he was no expert on weapons. Especially when it came to military style fully automatic weapons.
"I know I won't be needing anything long range, so these sniper rifles won't be of use to me." Gary thought out loud as he thought about what weapons to use. He would be using the Skorpion Shane gave him and his Python, both of them would be useful if the gang members wanted to get up close and personal. But that would only be a last resort and even then with the machete blade he found he knew that would be better up close. He decided to stick with the Skorpion for now since there was plenty of .32 ACP rounds for it in stock, and if things got too hectic, he'd use the mk3 concussion grenades he found in one of the lockers.
After suiting up and getting ready for the fight of his life, Gary looked outside the window and right on cue, the cars that the Wiseos were shooting out of earlier were driving up to the building's entrance. Gary then took a flashbang grenade with him and walked to the stairs to give the Wiseos a surprising welcome.
At the entrance Colbert Roberto and his members were reloading their weapons and preparing to hunt down Shane Bowman, who from what they witness was the only escapee of their attack hours earlier. They had the bodies of every member they could find in the trunks of the cars, the only charred shriveled body they couldn't find was Bowman's. So after searching the bodies for a headquarters location they found one of the younger bodies contained a business card with an address on it. Somehow surviving the explosion and wasn't burned like the body it housed. Colbert then loaded a fresh magazine into his M16 and prepared a new grenade into the launcher.
"Alright men this is it," getting the attention of the gang, "That bastard Bowman is the only surviving members of the good old Butchers. Now that we've found their headquarters there's no place for him to hide. Wound him all you want but killing him is my job. No one leaves until his body is in our trunks." The gang of thugs obliged and followed him inside to begin the manhunt. Not knowing that not only that they had already succeeded in killing Shane Bowman, but that someone else got away too. They didn't count the civilian's (Hudson's) bodies as there was nothing left but charred steel from the explosion.
Gary was at the stairway entrance, ducked down and quiet as possible to avoid detection. He knew there would be no turning back now. He took out the flashbang grenade and peaked over the corner to see the gang members were all in the lobby, exactly where he needed them to be. He armed the flashbang by pulling the pin and quickly threw it into the lobby. At first the thugs just thought they heard a rat or something. Until the flashbang went off blinding most of them with a bright flash and deafening them with a loud bang. Loud enough that if anyone was outside, people would swear it was a bomb.
"Seems like fuckface Bowman wants one last fight." Colbert concluded after the flashbang was thrown from an unknow place of origin. "Two of you up those stairs and start at the top making your way down. The others follow me into the service elevator."
Gary was still close enough that he could make out what was being said. He knew he couldn't let them get to the armory or they'd have enough weapons to kill him instantly. But he also knew the service elevator was slower than a normal elevator and the two thugs taking the stair would reach the top before the rest would. So he quickly went up the stairs, planning on ambushing the two thugs on their way up the stairs.
Stopping at the twelve floor he ducked behind a corner to the doorless stairway entrance. Cocking the skorpion and pulling down it's folding stock to have it ready to fire. He could hear the noise of footsteps running up the stairs drawing near, this would be the time to attack. The flurry of footsteps then came to a halt at the floor entrance. Did they find me? Gary thought as he tried breathing as quietly as possible to avoid detection.
"Is it me or do you hear breathing?" One of the thugs mentioned to the other.
"Yeah I hear something too," The other replied, "I hear, a Bowman getting ready to pull another arrow from his ass." He said mocking Shane's last name.
They're distracted, this is my chance. Gary thought to himself getting ready to once again kill. "Forgive me lord." He said this time out loud as he revealed himself from corner of the entrance and began firing the skorpion. Aiming straight for the chests of both thugs he shot going across the floor. Killing both of them before they had a chance to react, and just a second later both their bodies hit the floor.
Gary was breathing heavily after firing a full twenty round mag and killing the thugs. He once again committed the ultimate sin, and yet for the same reasons as the first time. For protection from oncoming evil. At first he was being hunted, now HE was the hunter. He took a second to reload the skorpion after emptying it's entire magazine in less than two seconds. He knew the others would've heard his shots since the shots were unsuppressed. But fortunately from his overhearing before he knew they'd be heading to the armory on the twenty-fourth floor. He decided to grab the weapons the thugs he killed were using, a shotgun and a Uzi, and quickly make his way back up to the armory to prepare for the other thug's assault. Not only did he have a plan, but he was now much more confident in his ability to take them out.
Colbert and his other gang members heard some gunfire on the way up, and then they tried contacting to two men they didn't respond. Colbert was certain that Bowman killed them on their way up to the headquarters.
"Seems like Bowman had a trap for those two," he told his other members with no remorse for the ones that were just killed, giving no respect to them even though they died for his gang. "There could be another trap at the ready when the doors open, reload if needed and prepare to fire on my go. There won't be any escape this time."
"Unless he's somewhere else in the building, right boss?" One of the clearly younger thugs asked Colbert.
"With all the guns, explosives, and evidence against us they must've had up there, there's no way he'd leave it all unguarded." Colbert logistically explained why he thought Bowman would be in that room. The elevator made a ding, confirming it's arrival to the twenty-fourth floor. After a long five-minute climb up. Looks like the service elevator needed some servicing of it's own.
The elevator doors opened up revealing the Butcher's former armory and a lone man standing behind a table in the middle. Colbert moved ahead while the rest moved with him all aiming their guns straight at the man. "Alright Bowman your time is…you're not Bowman, you're." He then realized that the man standing in the middle was the same one who fired back at his thugs at the gas station shooting.
"Don't move, I've got this whole roomed armed with explosives." Gary taunted at the Wiseos, "Another step further and we all go up," He said has he held up a detonation remote. "You want Bowman? Put then gun down and order you men back into the elevator." At first none of the thugs let their guard down and still kept their weapons raised at Gary, until their boss spook up.
"You heard the country boy," Colbert ordered his men, "Back into the elevator and don't come out until I say so." They all complied and walked back into the service elevator while shutting the doors behind them. Colbert then dropped his gun on the table in the middle of the room.
"I've got some questions for you." Gary said as he dropped the explosives remote.
"First I want to know where Bowman is hiding, and what some lowly ass country boy is doing with gang activity in the big apple." Colbert demanded. "I know you don't have explosives wired up in here." Calling Gary's bluff.
"Okay ya caught me," Gary admitted, "Seems like you're smarter than you let on, especially for some poor lying city thug who never graduated."
Colbert was taken back by Gary's insult. "You gotta lot of nerve talking like that to the most feared person in this whole city."
"Shane Bowman told me everything." Gary explained, "How you terrorize the people of Manhattan to play your drug games, how you set the Butchers up tonight, and how you've been a fraud from the very beginning. Selling out on your first big job, Bowman and the Butchers were heroes, you're nothing but a sick criminal coward who relies on drugs to keep his status as a domestic terrorist."
"And this is exactly why you rednecks ought to stay out of our city." Colbert smeared back, knowing that his gang of thugs must've heard the truth from Gary. "You were just passing through, you should've just stay with your dumb family and gotten blown up too. Not like the world is going to miss a few rednecks. What have they ever done for this city, let alone this world?"
Gary was growing angry at Colbert's insults of his heritage and where he came from, especially mixing up western country and redneck country. "Firstly I'm not some dumb redneck who never went to school. I'm Dr. Gary Hudson and I'm from the west, where you survive off of hard work and perseverance. Not drugs and murder of the innocent. Secondly to answer your first question: Bowman's dead, he bled out across the street in an alleyway telling me the truth. He and the other Butchers gave their lives to protect Manhattan and keep violence and drugs off the streets, and you out of power."
"This is exactly what I mean by you tapping into our business." Colbert just smirked along, thinking he had this doctor all figured out. "Rednecks like you are so easy to manipulate and so easy to swindle. What makes you think life has value? Because some invisible nonexistent God from above told ya?" Now Gary was flat our furious at Colbert's mocking of his religion. "I've been living in these streets long enough and seen enough action in my life to convince me there's no omnipresent ultimate being who controls your every move. Actually there is, it's called me and my drugs."
Gary took notice of large canister with a liquid nitrogen label right next to the elevator doors while Colbert was continuing his monologue.
"And just as soon as I assassinate mayor Giuliani, this city will be engulfed in a drug craze so big the chaotic seventies will seem like child's play. He and his values always disgusted me, your values that told the world that working hard gets you places. Well news flash country boy, why work hard when you can terrorize the streets with drugs and kill to your heart's content? What will your God do for you then huh?"
Gary was shocked to hear this out of Colbert. Not only was he a notorious criminal, but with assassination goal and plans to drive the city into the ground. Gary knew that it was now up to him to end his dominion.
"You're right, you've won." Gary pretending to admit defeat, and with no changes in expression from Colbert, it was working. "You've succeeded in your mission to kill off the Butchers, but you've failed to catch the real detriment to your plans. Tonight by killing my family, you and all those who pledged their service to the Wiseos have sealed your fates."
Colbert just laughed at Gary's attempt to intimidate him and his gang. "You think that's what this is about? Getting revenge for your family of fuckwits? My parents never did anything for me, they disowned me after they caught me with a few grams of crack. And you're wrong if I'm going to let some boy from the west who says he's a doctor get in the way of my operations."
As Colbert continued to talk he slowly walked back going right in front of the liquid nitrogen canister, clearly unaware of it's existence behind him, just where Gary needed him to be. While he was still in the midst of his monologue, Gary moved his hand right above his holster and prepared to draw his Python faster than he ever had before.
"One, I'm a psychologist, I study the behaviors of every commonfolk out there and can judge what's best based on that. Two you talk about how God's not real, yet he just gave me exactly what I needed. And three, there's something you ought to know about westerners like me." Gary then paused for a brief moment, letting the room fall silent right before he would make his move. He then reached for his Python, and before Colbert could react he shot him right on the left shoulder. Colbert immediately grasped his shoulder and moved back weakened by the shot, he then ran right into the liquid nitrogen canister.
"We're so quick on the draw, only God can dodge our shots." Gary mocked back at the horrible things Colbert said about his kind. He then fired again this time at Colbert's right thigh, practically immobilizing him from attacking back. "I see you forgot to search me when you put down your M16, maybe we westerners are smarter than you dumb city folk." Completely throwing back every insult Colbert through at him before. Gary then unsheathed the machete attached to his backpack frame and held it close to Colbert's neck. "Not very Wiseo of you now isn't it, Colbert Roberto."
"You can't fully kill me," Colbert said weakly, try to give off one last bit of intimidation. "The other drug gangs will hear about this, find out it was a western outlaw who killed me, and you'll have no where to hide. I always find a way to come back." Trying to give last minute intimidation tactics was admitting defeat. Gary could pick that up instantly. He then, still keeping the machete blade close by reached over and pressed the elevator button. The doors opened to see that just like Colbert demanded from earlier, none of the gang members had left. They were shocked to see their boss was defeated by this so-called country boy. With quick reactivity they all aimed their weapons right at Gary.
"Drop your weapons or I'll do your boss." Gary taunted at them again, this time they all pulled their guns instantly; with reactivity and a sense of wonkiness in their movements not seen in typical solders. Gary suspected they were doing drugs while waiting for further orders, getting their reward for doing the dirty work. Colbert for once saw what happened when his own men were doing drugs on the job. They were all distracted and even if they did shoot, it would be unlikely they'd hit their target even with a full mag.
"Looks like it's easier to fool people than it is to convince them they've been fooled," Gary mocked once again Colbert's strategy of using drugs by quoting Mark Twain.
"I'll come back to get you you'll see." Colbert again trying to scare him into not killing him, "I didn't think you were uncivilized enough to decapitate me." Still thinking that Gary was going to kill him by using the machete blade.
"You're right, I won't be decapitating you." Gary responded as he returned the machete blade to it's sheath. "But why complain about such a horrible way to go out when you caused an explosion that burned my family alive?" Gary taunted the Wiseos by implying a death similar to what his family went through. He then pushed the injured Colbert back into the elevator where his band of thugs were so high, they weren't even able to catch him in time as he fell on the floor.
"How about instead of burning to death, I freeze you all to death?" Gary taunted as he pulled out the skorpion, kicked the nitrogen canister into the elevator, and fired at it causing it to spew out it's contents. "This is for my family!" Gary shouted as he then pulled out his Python, shooting at Colbert's chest while it was covered in freezing liquid nitrogen and fired straight at him, killing him for sure this time. He then fired another shot at the canister's valve, causing it's pressurized fluid to fly straight up at the elevator's old exposed lift cables. Freezing them before shattering. The whole elevator car then detached from the cable and fell straight down the shaft. Falling right to the basement floor when a loud crash could be heard. Gary knew that if the negative three hundred- and twenty-degrees Fahrenheit liquid nitrogen didn't kill them, the drop twenty-five stories straight down would've.
Gary had fulfilled the destiny of the Backstreet Butchers and killed the Roberto Wiseos. Now the streets would be free of the most treacherous gang the city has seen in the past decade. Gary was feeling so many things currently that even his conscious couldn't keep up. He was glad to have ended the delinquency of this domestic terrorist street gang, and to have gotten revenge on the for killing his family. But was also swept with guilt too. Guilt because he had to kill in order to save himself. Guilt because he once again committed the ultimate sin. And guilt that once he had the upper hand, he taunted right back at Colbert, and he felt the same egotism and corrupt spirit Colbert had. It felt…evil. This wasn't like him at all, and he knew better than to have spit back in his face before killing him and his gang. Even if it was warranted for the plans Colbert unveiled. And for killing his family.
Gary then took the M16 that Colbert put down when he began his monologue. He clearly didn't have a need for it now. Almost as a sign of respect for Shane Bowman and the Butchers. He was going to drop the gun down the elevator shaft, but he noticed how the grenade launcher was armed and loaded. Deciding to take one last stab at the Wiseos he pointed the launcher straight down and fired it. Hearing and explosion at the bottom, confirming that the elevator was at the basement level. He then dropped the gun down the elevator shaft. Hearing it hit the frozen remains that were down there. Now the Butcher's work was complete, the only question was, what was left for Gary now?
Without anything left to do but to wonder what to do next, Gary decided the best place to think was on the roof where he could see the stars in the night sky. He walked out of the Armory, looking back and thinking about the brave souls that sacrificed themselves for the city. All without anything in return, very few people have such admiration and will power, and Gary proved he had was just as capable. He then saluted the room before walking out and shutting the door. He left the keys in the keyhole so he could get back in if he had to, but for now he would go searching for the roof entrance.
He looked for about a minute until finding the guest elevators, at least now he knew where to go to exit the building. But no luck so far on finding the roof. It was the close to the top floor after all so it had to be close. After another minute he found another door that appeared to be unlocked. The door was labeled: Applied Cryogenics- No power failures since 1997. According to a sticker above the number four. Gary was now curious as to what cryogenics could mean, and with no one else inside the building, he decided the roof could wait and to take a look inside to find out what else this building had to offer.