I gathered my gear as I prepared for my next kill. Tonight I'm taking down some more scum, a remnant of the Gnuici empire. One of them figured it would be profitable to start a child porn studio, they were about to learn how wrong they were. I sort through my arsenal, picking the proper equipment for the job, two Kabar knifes, two silenced .45 pistols an M-4 rifle and flash-bang grenades. Normally I'd take frags, but their might still be civilians in the building. I loaded up on ammo and C-4 before I got into my car. Goldy Studios was across town from me, a good thirty minute drive. There was a guard at the gate to the parking area. He stopped me. I rolled down the window and shot him in the face with the .45 as I rammed the gate. His face caved in on itself as he fell to the ground, his brains almost blending with the gray paint behind him, except for the blood. The flimsy chain-link gate gave way easily under the overwhelming horsepower behind by reinforced grill. Well, I'd made my entrance. Two thugs ran from the door as I stepped out of my car. I cut the first one in half with a burst, the second one tripped over the the legs of the first and fell, his pistol spinning out of his hand. I grabbed him by the collar and forced him against the brick wall.
"You're gonna tell me what I wanna know"
The hired gun just spit on me. I unsheathed one of my knives and started sticking it slowly deeper into the side of his neck until the thug had a change of heart.
"Where are the girls?" I asked, now retracting the knife even a fraction of an inch.
"They-they're on the second floor, in the back, past the studio! That's all I know! I swear"
"Thank you." I told him as I jerked the knife, decapitating him.
I walked in the door and grabbed the first guy I saw for a shield. Another dirtbag jumped from a doorway and sprayed the other guy with rounds, killing him instantly. I double-tapped the shooter with my rifle, the bright red blossoming through his shirt and onto the wall behind him. I dropped the corpse that had shielded me, he was dead weight now. Another two targets emerged from the end of the hall, you'd think they'd know better by now. I hit both of them with a long burst, emptying my magazine. I reloaded my rifle as I listened for anymore sounds on this floor. Nothing. I rigged some C-4 on a remote detonator to a major load-bearing pillar as I made my way to the stairs. I was half-way up then a thug stuck the barrel of a 12-gauge around the doorway at the top and fired. I barely dodged in time, the load of buckshot tearing into the wall over me. I fired an entire magazine at the wall, the 5.56mm M-855 rounds tore through the sheetrock like it wasn't even there. I noted with satisfaction the blood beginning to flow down the stairs as I reloaded again and finished the stairs. I grabbed the last guy up there and threw him though the window. Now, where's the director? I entered the first room. slinging my rifle and drawing a pistol.
"Where are you"
The coward was undr the bed. I grabbed him and pulled him out. I used a pair of handcuffs that were lying around to bind him to the bed.
"Is there anything you would like to tell me?" I asked him as I stuck the end of the silenced inder his chin.
"The-the girls! They're in the back"
"Already knew that." I said as I shot him in the crotch.
"THE COMBINATION! AHH! IT'S-IT'S 19-4-32! YOU BASTARD"
"Thank you." I said as I crammed a chunk of C-4 with a micro-detonator into his mouth.
"You've been very helpful." I told him as I detonated it.
I walked down the short hallway behind him. I checked the door to my left, it was a library of kiddie-porn DVDs. Sick fucks. Some strategically placed C-4 should take care of these. The last door before the girls was the cleaning room. Wow, apparently they use gasoline to get scuff marks off their hardwood floors. I had one last suprise left then I enter the last room. The girls were crammed, a dozen of them, none older than fifteen, in a chain-link enclosure in one corner of the room. But my suprise came when I stepped in. No sooner had my foot crosseed the threshhold, that something hit me in the back of the head, hard. But I've had worst. I dropped and rolled with the hit, turning and shooting out both of my attackers knees. He was dressed in an expensive suit, a floppy hat complete with feathers, and a cane.
"Is he your pimp?" I asked the girls as I pointed to him.
They shook their heads yes.
"I'm gonna kill ALL of you BITCHES!" he yelled.
"You won't be doing much of anything soon"
The door was locked with a simple combination lock. 19-4-what was the last one? Fuck it. I shot the lock off with my pistol.
"Get out. Now"
The girls froze.
"GO!" I yelled, firing a burst into the air with my rifle.
This time the girls scattered, running for the door. The pimp was trying to crawl away. I grabbed him and threw him against a wall.
"You wait right there." I told him, putting my knives through the palms of each of his hands to pin them to the wall.
I went and got the can of gasoline. I retrieved my knives, wiping them off on the breast of his suit.
"Who you work for?" I asked him as I poured the gasoline all over him, including some down his throat.
"I-I do-don't work for-for-no...nobody! Bu-but I buy my girls from a guy at the warehouse at dock 17! I-I swear"
I lit the match and threw it on him. Too bad, it was a nice suit. I left the building and detonated my explosives as I drove away. I had a new lead to follow, but that will be tomorrow night. Right now I'm running low on explosives.
"You're gonna tell me what I wanna know"
The hired gun just spit on me. I unsheathed one of my knives and started sticking it slowly deeper into the side of his neck until the thug had a change of heart.
"Where are the girls?" I asked, now retracting the knife even a fraction of an inch.
"They-they're on the second floor, in the back, past the studio! That's all I know! I swear"
"Thank you." I told him as I jerked the knife, decapitating him.
I walked in the door and grabbed the first guy I saw for a shield. Another dirtbag jumped from a doorway and sprayed the other guy with rounds, killing him instantly. I double-tapped the shooter with my rifle, the bright red blossoming through his shirt and onto the wall behind him. I dropped the corpse that had shielded me, he was dead weight now. Another two targets emerged from the end of the hall, you'd think they'd know better by now. I hit both of them with a long burst, emptying my magazine. I reloaded my rifle as I listened for anymore sounds on this floor. Nothing. I rigged some C-4 on a remote detonator to a major load-bearing pillar as I made my way to the stairs. I was half-way up then a thug stuck the barrel of a 12-gauge around the doorway at the top and fired. I barely dodged in time, the load of buckshot tearing into the wall over me. I fired an entire magazine at the wall, the 5.56mm M-855 rounds tore through the sheetrock like it wasn't even there. I noted with satisfaction the blood beginning to flow down the stairs as I reloaded again and finished the stairs. I grabbed the last guy up there and threw him though the window. Now, where's the director? I entered the first room. slinging my rifle and drawing a pistol.
"Where are you"
The coward was undr the bed. I grabbed him and pulled him out. I used a pair of handcuffs that were lying around to bind him to the bed.
"Is there anything you would like to tell me?" I asked him as I stuck the end of the silenced inder his chin.
"The-the girls! They're in the back"
"Already knew that." I said as I shot him in the crotch.
"THE COMBINATION! AHH! IT'S-IT'S 19-4-32! YOU BASTARD"
"Thank you." I said as I crammed a chunk of C-4 with a micro-detonator into his mouth.
"You've been very helpful." I told him as I detonated it.
I walked down the short hallway behind him. I checked the door to my left, it was a library of kiddie-porn DVDs. Sick fucks. Some strategically placed C-4 should take care of these. The last door before the girls was the cleaning room. Wow, apparently they use gasoline to get scuff marks off their hardwood floors. I had one last suprise left then I enter the last room. The girls were crammed, a dozen of them, none older than fifteen, in a chain-link enclosure in one corner of the room. But my suprise came when I stepped in. No sooner had my foot crosseed the threshhold, that something hit me in the back of the head, hard. But I've had worst. I dropped and rolled with the hit, turning and shooting out both of my attackers knees. He was dressed in an expensive suit, a floppy hat complete with feathers, and a cane.
"Is he your pimp?" I asked the girls as I pointed to him.
They shook their heads yes.
"I'm gonna kill ALL of you BITCHES!" he yelled.
"You won't be doing much of anything soon"
The door was locked with a simple combination lock. 19-4-what was the last one? Fuck it. I shot the lock off with my pistol.
"Get out. Now"
The girls froze.
"GO!" I yelled, firing a burst into the air with my rifle.
This time the girls scattered, running for the door. The pimp was trying to crawl away. I grabbed him and threw him against a wall.
"You wait right there." I told him, putting my knives through the palms of each of his hands to pin them to the wall.
I went and got the can of gasoline. I retrieved my knives, wiping them off on the breast of his suit.
"Who you work for?" I asked him as I poured the gasoline all over him, including some down his throat.
"I-I do-don't work for-for-no...nobody! Bu-but I buy my girls from a guy at the warehouse at dock 17! I-I swear"
I lit the match and threw it on him. Too bad, it was a nice suit. I left the building and detonated my explosives as I drove away. I had a new lead to follow, but that will be tomorrow night. Right now I'm running low on explosives.