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| Man on a mission | Started by: KL on Sep 18, '15 22:13 |
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The clock stuck 6:45pm as I was standing out in front of my hotel in Chicago. There were a lot of important people out front mingling as we had just wrapped up a party in the ball room. I light up a cig and start talking with Robert Dole, a politician from Chicago who was present at the party. We make small talk for a few minutes when out of nowhere a man hits me with a flush punch to the side of my left cheek sending my cigarette flying as I fall into the building landing on my ass on the sidewalk. The crowd moves to the side puzzled at what just happened. As I go to stand on my feet, Frank... the war vet who I hired the day earlier grabs the man and they begin to tussle. No more then 10 seconds in the man pulls a gun out sending people into a panic. Frank takes the man to the ground as they begin to roll around for a few more seconds when (BANG!) shot goes off sending everyone running. I cautiously look around to see who was hit as I even checked myself. Frank then rolls of the man with the pistol in hand... he slides it away as I then notice that the man had been shot in the stomach during their tussle on the ground. Frank looks at me (KL...I didn't want t-). "Its ok Frank you did what you had to do... head home ok...let things die down and come back tomorrow and we can talk... go". Frank hurries off as I approach the bleeding man who is still alive but barely holding on. I kneel down next to him as he locks eyes with me and says. "My daughter w-was innocent...s-she was only d-d-doing her job."
I then realize that this was the father of the daughter Dubliner had shot during his invasion with him and his two thugs and the crooked cops. "I know she was innocent...I apologize for what happened to her but I had nothing to do with it...I will do everything I can to find these men and make them pay. You have my word." I try and put pressure on the wound but its to late. The man lets out one last gasp before his body goes lifeless. I stand to my feet as I see Matteo and Scratchy come running over to me as they both ask me what the hell was going on. Looking at both men I say "It's time to end this bullshit once and for all... lets go talk in the office, I have a plan." |
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