Hoxton felt so old. He had something just short of a beard because he couldn't step outside to buy a razor without getting shot at by a new set of Cobras that had rial led things up in Chicago and, after learning one of the Payday gang was there, had Hoxton on a bounty. The only thing he took with him when he left was his suit, a ballistic vest, his mask and a copy of it as well as a Bronco with a snub barrel.
That phone call changed him. He had a little bit of faith in the Payday gang now and always wanted to go on a crime spree with every one of the gang. It was unlikely and rather farfetched so he was smarter than to get his hopes up. Either way, he wanted to exterminate the set for good just to duck with the Cobras more than anything. So he got ready; what has we getting into?
'Oh Jim, don't fuck this up.'
He stepped outside, heading towards a known Cobra hideout. It felt liberating just defying them by walking down the street not caring whether he would end up in a coffin or not. But something didn't feel right. Usually they were cruising around or acting tough in alley ways but they vanished. Maybe they were expecting it and had an ambush waiting. Or maybe they got busted by the cops. The latter would have done him well as he wanted to take them all out himself.
'You're better than this, you fuckin psycho.'
Two thugs layed lifeless in an alley under a pool of blood and dirty water. Nails were in their heads and bodies as well as ones shoulder being close to falling of. It was fucking brutal. Turned out that was the alley leading to the Cobra hideout. As Hoxton edged closer into the alley, he found the small door leading inside was already opened and a more horrifying visa laid in the hallway just ahead of him. More thugs had them same. Some had their heads split in two while others were covered in holes as well as more with nails. Shell casings were on the floor implying there was a fight as there was a trail of blood leading up the spiral stairs further into the hideout.
As Hox got closer and closer, a loud scream and what sounded like a gunshot followed by whirring burst into Hoxton eardrums. A body dropped down from the top. It startled him but he felt like carrying on for this was intriguing him despite all sense's telling him to turn back. Who the fuck could have done something like this? A real psycho... that's who.
He continured up the stairs and more of them laid lifeless as he progressed up. There were also doors occasionally besides the stairs that were also opened. Hoxton didn't want to look as he knew what would be inside. The stails felt like they went on forever as the winded up to the top.
"No no no no please man! I-I-I-" bang!
From the top it split into to hallways that each went opposite of each other. The screams came from the right and the left seemed cleared, the walls given a new coat of red.
Right it was... but what the fuck could have done anything like this?!