The Cadillac Escalade pulled into the alley behind the Cartel headquarters
and almost ran into a chain link fence, obviously there for security
reasons.
"What the fuck? This isn't supposed to be here!" yelled Andy.
"What're we gonna do now? This kinda fucks up our plan," put in Vince.
After a moment of thought, Sid said, "Why not just run the damn thing over?"
"Yeah, who really gives a crap?" said Andy as he ran the damn thing over.
The obnoxious noise of a high-pitched siren blared into the evening as the SUV rolled over the seven foot tall fence. Unfortunately, when Andy pulled to a stop, he was parked adjacent to a door.
"Bastard's got an alarm on it! Get the hell out of the car!" yelled Andy above the wailing siren.
The three jumped out of the left side of the Cadillac with their military assault rifles, but Vince, being in the passenger seat was a little late.
"Shit!" he yelled as a bullet embedded into the back of his right shoulder, "These fuckers react fast!"
Vince fell to go the ground clutching his shoulder. The experience cartel hoodlum quickly dropped to the ground fired off a fatal shot under the high ground clearance SUV and into Vince's skull, splattering blood in all directions.
At this, Sid made a risky decision. He ran. He through his rifle to concrete and ran over the downed fence and out of the alleyway. Lucky for him, the guard was focused on Andy and didn't notice Sid's flight. Unfortunately, when Andy noticed Sid turning the corner out of alley, he followed Sid's lead. This only got him a bullet in his head and a bed in his own blood.
Later that night, in the safety of his apartment, Sid came to a realization: Our government always wants to blow the shit out of other countries but most punks, to put it likely, disagree with the government. Why, then, would we want to be so violent? Our gang didn't last very long so this must be proof that punks aren't made for battle involving firearms, or even violence in general. Maybe the punk calling involves more peace than war. Sure, punkers get pissed and feel violent but that's what video games are for, right? Maybe guns are for pussies.
That's the end of the story, you mother fuckers!
"What the fuck? This isn't supposed to be here!" yelled Andy.
"What're we gonna do now? This kinda fucks up our plan," put in Vince.
After a moment of thought, Sid said, "Why not just run the damn thing over?"
"Yeah, who really gives a crap?" said Andy as he ran the damn thing over.
The obnoxious noise of a high-pitched siren blared into the evening as the SUV rolled over the seven foot tall fence. Unfortunately, when Andy pulled to a stop, he was parked adjacent to a door.
"Bastard's got an alarm on it! Get the hell out of the car!" yelled Andy above the wailing siren.
The three jumped out of the left side of the Cadillac with their military assault rifles, but Vince, being in the passenger seat was a little late.
"Shit!" he yelled as a bullet embedded into the back of his right shoulder, "These fuckers react fast!"
Vince fell to go the ground clutching his shoulder. The experience cartel hoodlum quickly dropped to the ground fired off a fatal shot under the high ground clearance SUV and into Vince's skull, splattering blood in all directions.
At this, Sid made a risky decision. He ran. He through his rifle to concrete and ran over the downed fence and out of the alleyway. Lucky for him, the guard was focused on Andy and didn't notice Sid's flight. Unfortunately, when Andy noticed Sid turning the corner out of alley, he followed Sid's lead. This only got him a bullet in his head and a bed in his own blood.
Later that night, in the safety of his apartment, Sid came to a realization: Our government always wants to blow the shit out of other countries but most punks, to put it likely, disagree with the government. Why, then, would we want to be so violent? Our gang didn't last very long so this must be proof that punks aren't made for battle involving firearms, or even violence in general. Maybe the punk calling involves more peace than war. Sure, punkers get pissed and feel violent but that's what video games are for, right? Maybe guns are for pussies.
That's the end of the story, you mother fuckers!