Two trucks drove down the 221B Bugler street, and towards a new destination. Under the mostly uneventful night, the trucks arrived at Burgess district, before making their way to a storage unit. Once arriving there, the trucks stopped and people came out from the trucks, moving the cargo carried in the truck to the storage units. Once their work was done, they got back into the trucks and left the place.
The night kept deepening as time passed. It was almost about midnight, when a dark figure walked down the hallways of the storage unit. The dark figure kept walking until he stopped in front of one of the storages. The figure pulled out a handgun and shot the lock off before opening the shutter.
The figure was about to head inside, when suddenly, a loud bang broke the calmness of the night, and a bullet hit him on the left side of his chest, throwing him back and onto the floor. The vigilante quickly did a barrel roll, jumping back on his feet as he jumped behind a nearby pillar, as more bullets came crashing down at the spot he was laying moments ago.
The vigilante pressed his back against the pillar, and pressed his palm against the spot he was hit at, feeling some cracks, and a sizable hole in that area, but no penetration.
"He's behind the pillar!"
"Keep shooting! Don't let that bastard escape! Boss wants him dead!"
Nightfury peeked out of his cover, noticing six people in military gear, at the far end of the hallway. They continued to shoot at his location, dust and debris shooting everywhere as bullets crashed on the pillar and the floor.
The vigilante stayed unmoving for a few moments, evaluating his situation and deciding his next move. Suddenly, he throws a smoke bomb and pulls out his handgun and starts shooting at the mercenaries with his handgun as he runs out into the cover of the smoke, while his pursuers try to shoot him with their rifles.
"After him!" One of the mercenaries, presumably the leader of the group, ordered the rest and they chased after the vigilante.
The mercenaries ran after the vigilante, eventually running out onto the streets.
"There!" One of them pointed out the retreating dark figure of their target, and they quickly chased after him.
They eventually arrived in front of a garage and found the vigilante climbing on top of the building and they shot at him, barely missing him, with only one managing to hit him in the back, as he finally climbed on top of the roof. The mercenaries also went after him, climbing on top of the building.
Once reaching on the rooftop, they noticed one of the skylights broken. They stared down the broken skylight, watching the dark interior of the building as they knew what they had to do.
The mercenaries jumped down the broken skylight, landing inside the dark building.
"Put on the night vision. The fucker likes to play in the dark." The leader ordered and the mercenaries nodded.
They put on their night vision goggles and activated it, the phosphorus green screen coming active and showing their surroundings. They were about to make their way through the building when suddenly a pair of smoke bombs dropped near them.
The mercenaries got alert, aiming their rifles around as smoke covered their surroundings, disrupting their vision.
"Stay sharp." The group leader exclaimed, as they made their way through the smoke.
Despite their best attempts to stick close, the mercenaries eventually separated in the thick smoke.
One of the mercenaries heads deeper into the building, trying to get out of the smoke. His rifle aimed forward as he carefully took each step. Suddenly he heard some noise and looked around, pointing his rifle around, trying to find the source of the noise.
Suddenly, through the smoke, the Nightfury matched down to him, holding a crowbar in each hand.
Before the mercenary could do anything, the vigilante strikes his rifle, the pain and shock from the sudden hit causes him to lose his grip on his weapon and it is thrown out of his hand. Nightfury follows it up with a strike to his shoulder, which makes him almost cry out in pain, but a swift strike to his chest knocks the wind out of his lungs, causing his voice to die down in his throat. The vigilante swings his crowbar upwards, hitting him in the jaw and the mercenary is thrown back and drops on the floor. The vigilante stomps on his chest and crouches down as he raises his crowbars up and brings them down on his target. A sickening crunch could be heard, and the mercenary falls unconscious with a nasty bleeding wound on his forehead.
Two more mercenaries moved together at another side of the building, still obstructed by the smoke. When suddenly, the Nightfury rushed in, kicking one of the two mercenaries hard in the chest, throwing him on the floor, his rifle flying out of his hand, before striking the other one's rifle out of his hand, following up his strike with another crowbar hit to the jaw and another to his thigh. The mercenary cries out and drops on his knees in pain, before he is silenced with one final strike to his head.
The other mercenary tries to crawl away, swiping his hands on the floor frantically to look for his weapon. He finally found his rifle and rolled back on his back to aim it, but the Nightfury was beside him already. The vigilante viciously stomps on his chest, causing him to gasp out in pain and drop his weapon again as he grabs the leg of the vigilante, desperately trying to get it off his chest.
He fearfully looks up at the dark figure over him as desperation sets in, but to no avail. The last thing the mercenary sees is the dark figure above him raising his foot and bringing it down on his face.
At one side of the building, the remaining three mercenaries stood back to back, keeping their eyes open for any movements. They had heard the pained yells and screams and had gone on alert. They wouldn't admit it, but they were feeling nervous now. Suddenly they heard a noise and all three of them immediately turned towards the direction the noise came from and open fired.
Their rifles thundered out as bullets sped out of their barrels, zipping towards the unseen target. Suddenly, a dark figure rushed at them from their flank, and before any of them could notice or react, one of them was kicked back, the strong hit to his chest throwing him several feet back and onto the floor, his rifle flying out of his arm.
The other two didn't get much of a chance either, as a flurry of crowbar strikes hit them, striking their weapons and throwing them out of their hands before the strikes landed on their bodies. The soldiers were separated from their formation, and the vigilante continued on with his attacks.
He push kicked the mercenary in front of him, throwing him onto the floor, before turning around, swinging his crowbars at the other mercenary who was about to attack him from the rear, forcing the mercenary to back off, avoiding one strike, but the other crowbar hits him in the side of his torso, making him yell out in pain.
Nightfury raises his crowbar and swings it down upon the mercenary once again, who managed to block it by shielding himself with his arm, but ended up injuring his arm in the process. Another strike hit him in the face and he too was thrown on the floor.
The vigilante then immediately turned around and threw one of his crowbars at the mercenary he had kicked down first. The mercenary had managed to get back up on his feet and was about to rush at the vigilante, when the crowbar hit him in the chest, dropping him down once more.
The second mercenary he had dropped suddenly rushed at him, holding a combat knife in his hand, but the vigilante quickly moved aside, avoiding his attack before hitting his arm, causing him to drop his weapon, before striking him in the leg and using the curved end of the crowbar to pull his leg, dropping him on the floor.
The mercenary barely managed to crawl back before Nightfury slammed his crowbar at the spot he was at moments ago. But the vigilante had fixated on him as he marched after the mercenary, trying to hit him as the mercenary backed away fearfully.
Suddenly, one of them manages to get close to Nightfury from behind and shoots him in the head with his handgun three times. The impact from the bullets made him throw his head towards the opposite direction, but the vigilante manages to recover and strike the mercenary's hand with his crowbar, throwing the handgun out of his grip.
But before he could do anything more, another of the mercenaries tackles him, throwing him on the floor. The vigilante tries to get up, shaking his head as if trying to get his bearings together. But one of the mercenaries comes in and delivers a kick to his chest, making him drop down once more. The mercenary decided to follow it up with a stomp, but the vigilante rolled away from his position as the foot slammed down on the floor.
The vigilante swept his legs, dropping the mercenary on the floor as he quickly got up again. Suddenly more bullets hit him, forcing him to raise his arms in front of his face as he backed up.
The remaining two mercenaries kept firing at him with their handguns as they slowly approached him, but eventually they ran out of bullets. They looked at their guns in surprise and slight horror and tried to reload them quickly, but all of a sudden, the vigilante had closed in the distance between them, and one of them was thrown to the ground with a right hook to the face, which knocked him out cold.
The remaining mercenary decided to drop his gun and pull out his own knife and charge at the vigilante. He held his knife in an ice pick grip as he yelled out and tried to stab the vigilante, but it was caught by Nightfury. The vigilante punched him in the face, and followed it up with a few elbow strikes to the face before grabbing him by his throat and pushing him back and slammed him against a nearby pillar.
His fingers squeezed around the mercenary's throat, cutting off his air supply. The mercenary struggled for a bit, but soon after a few minutes he fell unconscious, and Nightfury dropped him on the ground.
The vigilante looked around, taking a note of his actions. This night had quickly turned into quite a hectic one.