"Let's stop the interview, we'll continue tomorrow", my interviewer says.
"Okay", I reply.
As I walk down the hallway, I am approached by a police officer.
"We're switching you to Vice City's high security prison", he says.
They take me to the police transport van. The police officer in the back knocks me out.
I wake up in a leaky warehouse. There are men in suits standing around me.
"Romerex", says one, "you're back"
"We've sent the van you came her in over the edge of the bridge and into the water. Once it hit the water, the bomb we put in it exploded. You're dead", said another smiling.
************The Story Continues************
1980, Vice City.
A man with long red hair and green eyes stands in front of 100s of men in a warehouse. This man has a large black trench coat, and is wearing black biker gloves. This appearance labels him as an anarchist. This man is the one that you're mother would hurry you past on the way to the store. An appropriate appearance for the most important man in the Vice City crime life. An appropriate appearance for the leader of the largest gang in the city, Anarch. This man was MB Romerex AKA Panther.
"Our brothers, lost. Our grief, unending. The Vice City police, Big Brother, have pissed us off majorley. Let's avenge them. VICE CITY IS NO PLACE FOR ANGELS!!!"
They load guns and bombs into the back of 7 black vans. 10 people climb into each van. Panther climbs into a van and they drive off.
The night was black and the on looking bums and hookers could feel a chill. The chill was not of cold. Not in a Vice City summer night. The chill was the wind before the storm.
The black vans pulled up to the Vice City Police department on Little Havana. Men dressed in black clothes jumped out of the back holding AK-47s and sporting grenades. Then four men came out in heavy body armor. One of those men was Panther. They each held plastic explosives.
" Okay", Panther half-whispered, "We're gonna plant these bombs at their marks that we spray painted on the building yesterday. Stupid fucking cops thought they were just graffiti. You guys have to board up the entrances. Pick off any that escape. You five", he points at a group, "you five go up top and take out the helicopter in 6 minutes. Guard the entrance from up there. Come back in 15 minutes. GO!!!"
Everyone splits up and does what they're told.
***In the Police Department***
BUZZZZZZZZ
"What the hell?"
BUZZZZZZZZ
"What is that?"
BUZZZZZZZZ
"Go out and check"
A police officer goes to the door.
"It won't open, sir"
"What?!"
The higher ranking officer goes and checks. They start ramming the door. The officer takes out his gun and shoots through the door and hits a man outside in the stomach. Another man from outside makes a hole in the door and pelts the inside with bullets. He quickly boards back up the door.
***Back Outside***
"Is everyone back?" yells out Panther.
"YES", they reply in unison.
"Good"
Panther takes out a can of green spray paint and spray paints a large A with a circle around it on the door. Everyone takes shelter in an empty house a while down the road. They still can see the department in plain light.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
The ground shakes as fire erupts the ground where the police station once stood. The air reeks of smoke and death. The nearby buildings catch fire and 7 black vans drive from the empty house, into the darkness.
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"Okay", I reply.
As I walk down the hallway, I am approached by a police officer.
"We're switching you to Vice City's high security prison", he says.
They take me to the police transport van. The police officer in the back knocks me out.
I wake up in a leaky warehouse. There are men in suits standing around me.
"Romerex", says one, "you're back"
"We've sent the van you came her in over the edge of the bridge and into the water. Once it hit the water, the bomb we put in it exploded. You're dead", said another smiling.
************The Story Continues************
1980, Vice City.
A man with long red hair and green eyes stands in front of 100s of men in a warehouse. This man has a large black trench coat, and is wearing black biker gloves. This appearance labels him as an anarchist. This man is the one that you're mother would hurry you past on the way to the store. An appropriate appearance for the most important man in the Vice City crime life. An appropriate appearance for the leader of the largest gang in the city, Anarch. This man was MB Romerex AKA Panther.
"Our brothers, lost. Our grief, unending. The Vice City police, Big Brother, have pissed us off majorley. Let's avenge them. VICE CITY IS NO PLACE FOR ANGELS!!!"
They load guns and bombs into the back of 7 black vans. 10 people climb into each van. Panther climbs into a van and they drive off.
The night was black and the on looking bums and hookers could feel a chill. The chill was not of cold. Not in a Vice City summer night. The chill was the wind before the storm.
The black vans pulled up to the Vice City Police department on Little Havana. Men dressed in black clothes jumped out of the back holding AK-47s and sporting grenades. Then four men came out in heavy body armor. One of those men was Panther. They each held plastic explosives.
" Okay", Panther half-whispered, "We're gonna plant these bombs at their marks that we spray painted on the building yesterday. Stupid fucking cops thought they were just graffiti. You guys have to board up the entrances. Pick off any that escape. You five", he points at a group, "you five go up top and take out the helicopter in 6 minutes. Guard the entrance from up there. Come back in 15 minutes. GO!!!"
Everyone splits up and does what they're told.
***In the Police Department***
BUZZZZZZZZ
"What the hell?"
BUZZZZZZZZ
"What is that?"
BUZZZZZZZZ
"Go out and check"
A police officer goes to the door.
"It won't open, sir"
"What?!"
The higher ranking officer goes and checks. They start ramming the door. The officer takes out his gun and shoots through the door and hits a man outside in the stomach. Another man from outside makes a hole in the door and pelts the inside with bullets. He quickly boards back up the door.
***Back Outside***
"Is everyone back?" yells out Panther.
"YES", they reply in unison.
"Good"
Panther takes out a can of green spray paint and spray paints a large A with a circle around it on the door. Everyone takes shelter in an empty house a while down the road. They still can see the department in plain light.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
The ground shakes as fire erupts the ground where the police station once stood. The air reeks of smoke and death. The nearby buildings catch fire and 7 black vans drive from the empty house, into the darkness.
***Please review the story!***
It will continue!!