Chapter V of this story I call, "The Devil's Handiwork".
"You used all the attention, huh?"
"Hard times?" The driver in the getaway caddy asked the three tired men. The driver was wearig a grey suit and top hat with it. He looked embarrassed and Spike and Lin just nodded as they laid their tired heads on the leather seats.
Vicious was rubbing his temples nonstop. He had a pounding headache and was getting annoyed by it, he needed drugs and he needed them fast.
"Where are you taking us?" Lin firmly asked as he sat up due to curiosity.
"Oh...a little place called Hell." the driver said as he lifted a shotgun from the passenger seat in the front and stopped the car. Apparently, the caddy driver had led them away from the other cars.
" If one of you moves, I'll shoot you in the chest instead of the head." The driver stated cautiously as he motioned for them to step out of the car. Spike and Lin immediately raised their hands in the air. Vicious was preoccupied with finding any kind of drug to do to get rid of his strong craving. He eventually came to his senses when the driver yelled at him tp get put pf the car. Spike was a little weary too. He needed a cigarette or something to calm his nerves too. Lin had never taken drugs, but he was a heavy drinker and addicted to porn. He had brought a bottle of wine and a girly magazine along on the trip to Earth with him in his trench coat, a perfect plan for escape.
The three Red Dragons were aligned in a row against an old apartment building that nobody probably lived in. The neighborhood they were in was trashed. Probably chosen by the driver for a place to dump three bodies.
Spike was calm as usual, nothing could ever scare him. He would enter fights with nothing to lose and come out of fights with nothing to lose. They say a person is unbreakable if he isn't afraid to die. Lin was had already thought of a plan when he remembered the bottle of wine and the porn magazine in his jacket when they pushed into his stomach as he got out of the car. Vicious was urging for a toxic gas to inhale or a poisonous liquid to put in his blood. His life had been drugs and sex until he joined the Red Dragons and grew in rank a bit. He was still a nobody. He and Spike were only a little respected because Mao Yenrai recruited them. All he wanted to do when he got home was grab some whores with some weed and fuck all night, if he could afford it. Neither of the three Dragons were paid well. They had just enough to rent their apartment and for a little food. All the Syndicate supplied them with was guns, ammunition, and trench coats to carry the guns.
"Any last words?" The driver asked them as he aimed his shotgun.
Lin turned to take a look at the others and smiled.
He pounced into the air very quickly and smashed a bottle of wine across the driver's face, knocking him out. Lin stepped on top of the driver and read his name tag.
"Homer Walkman." Lin said before he took the shotgun out of the driver's hand and blew his face off with it.
Vicious and Spike walked over with their hands in their pockets to examine Lin's kill. After a quick peek, Vicious walked away to lean on a brick wall in the sleazy neighborhood they were in.
"This must be a setup. You heard what that guy at the lab said." Spike said as he walked to Vicious, rubbing his chin.
"I take it that it is a setup. This guy's badge had a White Tiger symbol on it." Lin said as he took the driver's badge out of his pocket. "We should report this."
"What's your girl gonna say, Vicious?" Spike leaned over and chuckled.
"Fuck her. She was only for sex. I'll dump her later." Vicious said as he itched for some ganja.
"Haha. You're one cold-hearted bastard." Lin laughed and put his hands in his pockets.
"Well she loves you Vicious. You were talking in the car yesterday about how much you love her on and on and on." Spike added.
"All I need is one gun." Vicious whispered.
"You used all the attention, huh?"
"Hard times?" The driver in the getaway caddy asked the three tired men. The driver was wearig a grey suit and top hat with it. He looked embarrassed and Spike and Lin just nodded as they laid their tired heads on the leather seats.
Vicious was rubbing his temples nonstop. He had a pounding headache and was getting annoyed by it, he needed drugs and he needed them fast.
"Where are you taking us?" Lin firmly asked as he sat up due to curiosity.
"Oh...a little place called Hell." the driver said as he lifted a shotgun from the passenger seat in the front and stopped the car. Apparently, the caddy driver had led them away from the other cars.
" If one of you moves, I'll shoot you in the chest instead of the head." The driver stated cautiously as he motioned for them to step out of the car. Spike and Lin immediately raised their hands in the air. Vicious was preoccupied with finding any kind of drug to do to get rid of his strong craving. He eventually came to his senses when the driver yelled at him tp get put pf the car. Spike was a little weary too. He needed a cigarette or something to calm his nerves too. Lin had never taken drugs, but he was a heavy drinker and addicted to porn. He had brought a bottle of wine and a girly magazine along on the trip to Earth with him in his trench coat, a perfect plan for escape.
The three Red Dragons were aligned in a row against an old apartment building that nobody probably lived in. The neighborhood they were in was trashed. Probably chosen by the driver for a place to dump three bodies.
Spike was calm as usual, nothing could ever scare him. He would enter fights with nothing to lose and come out of fights with nothing to lose. They say a person is unbreakable if he isn't afraid to die. Lin was had already thought of a plan when he remembered the bottle of wine and the porn magazine in his jacket when they pushed into his stomach as he got out of the car. Vicious was urging for a toxic gas to inhale or a poisonous liquid to put in his blood. His life had been drugs and sex until he joined the Red Dragons and grew in rank a bit. He was still a nobody. He and Spike were only a little respected because Mao Yenrai recruited them. All he wanted to do when he got home was grab some whores with some weed and fuck all night, if he could afford it. Neither of the three Dragons were paid well. They had just enough to rent their apartment and for a little food. All the Syndicate supplied them with was guns, ammunition, and trench coats to carry the guns.
"Any last words?" The driver asked them as he aimed his shotgun.
Lin turned to take a look at the others and smiled.
He pounced into the air very quickly and smashed a bottle of wine across the driver's face, knocking him out. Lin stepped on top of the driver and read his name tag.
"Homer Walkman." Lin said before he took the shotgun out of the driver's hand and blew his face off with it.
Vicious and Spike walked over with their hands in their pockets to examine Lin's kill. After a quick peek, Vicious walked away to lean on a brick wall in the sleazy neighborhood they were in.
"This must be a setup. You heard what that guy at the lab said." Spike said as he walked to Vicious, rubbing his chin.
"I take it that it is a setup. This guy's badge had a White Tiger symbol on it." Lin said as he took the driver's badge out of his pocket. "We should report this."
"What's your girl gonna say, Vicious?" Spike leaned over and chuckled.
"Fuck her. She was only for sex. I'll dump her later." Vicious said as he itched for some ganja.
"Haha. You're one cold-hearted bastard." Lin laughed and put his hands in his pockets.
"Well she loves you Vicious. You were talking in the car yesterday about how much you love her on and on and on." Spike added.
"All I need is one gun." Vicious whispered.