Marcus's Day
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Donovan lit up the cigarette. "Can I ask why you need to know about Mr. Gall?"
"No, you may not." Marcus slyly replied.
Donovan shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough. He's staying at the Vice City Victorian, I'm sure you know where it is. He's not using any fake names, he's registered under Harris Gall. He should be easy to catch."
Marcus leaned forward in his desk. "And how do I know you're not setting me up? Leading me to an ambush in the hotel?"
"You'll just have to trust me." Donovan grinned.
"Well...I have a little way of settling this," Marcus said as he pushed the button down on his intercom. "Carrie, come in here for a second."
A few seconds passed, and then Carrie walked into the office. Marcus could see Donovan eyeing the gun in her holster.
"Donovan, this is Carrie, she's marrying my son in a few weeks." Marcus introduced the two.
Donovan extended his hand to Carrie. "Nice to meet you."
Carrie pushed his hand away, Marcus laughed. "My son says Carrie is an expert assasin, and I wanted to do a little test, to see if she is."
Donovan's face turned to shock. "What does that mean!?"
Carrie raised the gun from her holster and held it up to Donovan's head. Marcus walked around the desk, bending down to look Donovan straight in the eyes. "It means that I don't trust if she can kill a man."
Donovan's blood splattered across Marcus's face. Donovan managed to stand up, blood spilling out of his back. He reached into his coat for a gun, dropping it to the ground. He fell to the ground in a heap, his arm outstretched towards the gun. Carrie was shivering, but Marcus knew she could handle it.
He nodded. "Good, now I can trust you."
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He watched as Tobey walked out of the door. He had given him 24 hours to leave the city, but he knew that couldn't happen. As much as it hurt him, Tobey had to be removed, he couldn't let something like this stand. He pushed the button on the intercom. Mr. Psychopath's voice replied on the other end. Marcus called him.
"Yeah?" Mr. Psychopath asked as his head popped in the doorway.
Marcus sighed. "Tobey made a mistake. He needs to be punished. You know what to do."
Mr. Psychopath nodded, closing the door. Marcus sat at the desk, tapping his fingers lightly. A gunshot went off, and his fingers stopped. He sighed.
"Oh...fuck." A voice softly said from the floor.
Marcus stood up and looked over the desk, Carl was waking up on the floor. He raced over to the side and picked Carl up by the arms. He threw him into the chair, handcuffing his feet to the chair and tying his hands behind his head. Carl began to mumble, his eyes slowly opening. He began to whimper, tears slowly running down his cheeks.
"Don't try to move Mr.Gall, you'll just stop the blood flow." Marcus quietly spoke to him.
Carl panted. "Execuse me for butting in, but I'm not Harris Gall. That's just a fake name I'm using while at the hotel!"
"Don't play fucking dumb with me Mr.Gall, I know who you fucking are. I was told someone with your exact description was going to check into that exact room. Unless my source was wrong, which they never are, you are Harris Gall." Marcus screamed back, slamming his fist on the desk.
Carl fidgeted."Look at my ID, it'll say I'm Carl Brannings. Please, just look!"
Marcus stepped around the chair, reaching into the coat of Carl. He felt a piece of paper, and pulled it out. A manilla folder was grasped in his hands. "Hello! What do we have here!"
Marcus ripped open the folder, pulling out a thin photograph from inside. His mouth gasped in shock. It was a photo of him.
Marcus began to pace around the room. "Your source, who is he!?"
Carl cried back. "I-I can't say! He'll kill me!"
Marcus roared back. "He'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you! Tell me who he is!"
Marcus pulled the gun out of his coat, holding it up to Carl's head. "Tell me who he is, and maybe I won't paint the walls with your fucking brain."
"H-His name's Kilroy, I don't know who he is, a man named Big Doug set up the meeting. He told me I had to kill the man who's photograph was in the file," Carl stuttered out.
Marcus laughed. "You know what's funny? You were sent to kill someone, and they end up killing you. That, I find, is the height of irony."
Carl's blood covered the wall in seconds. Marcus jammed the gun back in his coat, heading outside the office.
"Mr. Psychopath, it seems the man we found was not Harris Gall." Marcus spoke as he walked outside. "Donovan was working for someone else, and that someone else wants me dead. The question is: why?"
Mr. Psychopath was wiping the blood off of Tobey's car. He replied back slowly. "They know you're looking for Harris Gall. They want to stop you before you can catch him."
Marcus laughed. "Or they're trying to kill me so they can get Mr. Gall themselves. This guy mentioned two names, Kilroy and Big Doug. I want you to track them down and kill them, I've got to head to my son's house, tell him about Carrie."
Marcus headed towards his car, Mr. Psychopath headed back inside the building. Marcus slid behind the steering wheel, slipping his key into the ignition. A loud clicking began to emit from the dashboard. Marcus sighed, and moved his head closer to listen. The clicking stopped, soon replaced by the sound of a loud explosion. Flames erupted all around Marcus, and a large blast of heat soon engulfed him.
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Donovan lit up the cigarette. "Can I ask why you need to know about Mr. Gall?"
"No, you may not." Marcus slyly replied.
Donovan shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough. He's staying at the Vice City Victorian, I'm sure you know where it is. He's not using any fake names, he's registered under Harris Gall. He should be easy to catch."
Marcus leaned forward in his desk. "And how do I know you're not setting me up? Leading me to an ambush in the hotel?"
"You'll just have to trust me." Donovan grinned.
"Well...I have a little way of settling this," Marcus said as he pushed the button down on his intercom. "Carrie, come in here for a second."
A few seconds passed, and then Carrie walked into the office. Marcus could see Donovan eyeing the gun in her holster.
"Donovan, this is Carrie, she's marrying my son in a few weeks." Marcus introduced the two.
Donovan extended his hand to Carrie. "Nice to meet you."
Carrie pushed his hand away, Marcus laughed. "My son says Carrie is an expert assasin, and I wanted to do a little test, to see if she is."
Donovan's face turned to shock. "What does that mean!?"
Carrie raised the gun from her holster and held it up to Donovan's head. Marcus walked around the desk, bending down to look Donovan straight in the eyes. "It means that I don't trust if she can kill a man."
Donovan's blood splattered across Marcus's face. Donovan managed to stand up, blood spilling out of his back. He reached into his coat for a gun, dropping it to the ground. He fell to the ground in a heap, his arm outstretched towards the gun. Carrie was shivering, but Marcus knew she could handle it.
He nodded. "Good, now I can trust you."
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He watched as Tobey walked out of the door. He had given him 24 hours to leave the city, but he knew that couldn't happen. As much as it hurt him, Tobey had to be removed, he couldn't let something like this stand. He pushed the button on the intercom. Mr. Psychopath's voice replied on the other end. Marcus called him.
"Yeah?" Mr. Psychopath asked as his head popped in the doorway.
Marcus sighed. "Tobey made a mistake. He needs to be punished. You know what to do."
Mr. Psychopath nodded, closing the door. Marcus sat at the desk, tapping his fingers lightly. A gunshot went off, and his fingers stopped. He sighed.
"Oh...fuck." A voice softly said from the floor.
Marcus stood up and looked over the desk, Carl was waking up on the floor. He raced over to the side and picked Carl up by the arms. He threw him into the chair, handcuffing his feet to the chair and tying his hands behind his head. Carl began to mumble, his eyes slowly opening. He began to whimper, tears slowly running down his cheeks.
"Don't try to move Mr.Gall, you'll just stop the blood flow." Marcus quietly spoke to him.
Carl panted. "Execuse me for butting in, but I'm not Harris Gall. That's just a fake name I'm using while at the hotel!"
"Don't play fucking dumb with me Mr.Gall, I know who you fucking are. I was told someone with your exact description was going to check into that exact room. Unless my source was wrong, which they never are, you are Harris Gall." Marcus screamed back, slamming his fist on the desk.
Carl fidgeted."Look at my ID, it'll say I'm Carl Brannings. Please, just look!"
Marcus stepped around the chair, reaching into the coat of Carl. He felt a piece of paper, and pulled it out. A manilla folder was grasped in his hands. "Hello! What do we have here!"
Marcus ripped open the folder, pulling out a thin photograph from inside. His mouth gasped in shock. It was a photo of him.
Marcus began to pace around the room. "Your source, who is he!?"
Carl cried back. "I-I can't say! He'll kill me!"
Marcus roared back. "He'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you! Tell me who he is!"
Marcus pulled the gun out of his coat, holding it up to Carl's head. "Tell me who he is, and maybe I won't paint the walls with your fucking brain."
"H-His name's Kilroy, I don't know who he is, a man named Big Doug set up the meeting. He told me I had to kill the man who's photograph was in the file," Carl stuttered out.
Marcus laughed. "You know what's funny? You were sent to kill someone, and they end up killing you. That, I find, is the height of irony."
Carl's blood covered the wall in seconds. Marcus jammed the gun back in his coat, heading outside the office.
"Mr. Psychopath, it seems the man we found was not Harris Gall." Marcus spoke as he walked outside. "Donovan was working for someone else, and that someone else wants me dead. The question is: why?"
Mr. Psychopath was wiping the blood off of Tobey's car. He replied back slowly. "They know you're looking for Harris Gall. They want to stop you before you can catch him."
Marcus laughed. "Or they're trying to kill me so they can get Mr. Gall themselves. This guy mentioned two names, Kilroy and Big Doug. I want you to track them down and kill them, I've got to head to my son's house, tell him about Carrie."
Marcus headed towards his car, Mr. Psychopath headed back inside the building. Marcus slid behind the steering wheel, slipping his key into the ignition. A loud clicking began to emit from the dashboard. Marcus sighed, and moved his head closer to listen. The clicking stopped, soon replaced by the sound of a loud explosion. Flames erupted all around Marcus, and a large blast of heat soon engulfed him.