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Greywolf sits and watches closely people as peope walk past geting on to their day to day business.. He becons to the waiter of the little coffee shop he has found just off the main drag, and orders another large Late. The waiter knows who is is and almost runs to get the coffee.
From the distance Greywolf hears the sound of raised voices and then souting. Thats quite normal in these parts, but somehow his gut feeling was telling him that this was more. The waiter came with his coffee which distacted him for a minte. When he got back to lstening and watching, he noticed that the streets had become empty, and not only two raised voices, but many. Too many to pick out an exact number. Just then BANG! BANG!BANG! "Fuck. gun shots. Now there is going to be trouble" He got up from he table where he had been sittng and walked toward where the shots had come from. It did not take long to come across chaos. Bodies were laying on the street, over hoods of cars and blood was dripping from the the curb into the gutter.Greywolf surveyed the scene and walked over to a man who was still alive. Picking him up from the pavement by his collar he came face to face and through gritted teeth asked th quetion. "Who the fuck gave you permission to fight on our streets? Who the fuck gave you pemission to start shooting guns here in philly?" The man looked straight into the eyes of Greywolf and spat the words "Go fuck yourself" With that the mans life was taken away by one swift movement and his neck was broke. Greywolf heard the sirens approacing and made a quick exit. The last thing he needed was to get caught up in all this and get fingered for all this. The best thing he could do was to get back to HQ and inform the family what had taken place. He had taken the wallet from the dead mans jacket, at least from that they could find out who he was and where from. Someone will pay for this, that is for sure |
