The price you pay for murder depends on a number of factors. The main factor is who you are. Who do you know? Are you connected. Those kind of things will always matter when it comes to the art of murder. You're either well known to get away with it, or well known to get pinched for a life sentence. 

I wasn't exactly the kind of person who was well known, but being such a low ranked fella, I was sure to go away for life. Would I care? Fuck no. There was someone I wanted dead, and he was going to die. That's just who I was. I was a natural hot head, somebody who wasn't afraid to make these kinds of aggressive negotiations happen. I was always the kind of person that people wanted to have on their team. Regardless of what team they was. 

So there I was, walking down the street at 2am, in my pin striped black suit, an overcoat, and my usual fedora. I was heading down to Jimmy Parks house. That's the name of the guy that I wanted to murder. The plan was to quietly enter his house, slit his throat while he was still sleeping. If his wife or kids was home then unfortunately they'd have to take a dirt nap with this motherfucker. It wasn't anything personal against Sheila, or her sprogs, but I really didn't want to spend the rest of my life living in fear of dropping the soap in front of Bubba. He was well known for loving a man in all the wrong places. 

As I got to Jimmy's back door, it started to rain vigorously. Just what I fucking needed. One of the kitchen Windows was cracked open, probably because the air was so hot tonight. Probably a good thing too, less noise and no broken windows. I climbed inside through the window, and caught a dinner plate just in time before it hit the floor and smashed. There wouldn't be anyone asleep if that had of happened. 

I crept upstairs, standing on a squeaky step, praying to god that nobody heard it. Reaching the top, I saw a shadow of a person standing in the hallway. My heart began to race, as I thought my cover was about to be blown. The cops would get called, and I'd be pinched within an hour. 

As I turned the corner, I saw that it wasn't a person at all. A large child's doll, in the shape of a woman's body. Least that's what I fucking wished it was. Oh Jimmy you wild, crazy animal. I smiled at the doll as I passed it, which was a little weird. But dead ahead was a door with some light coming through the creases. Figuring this was Jimmy's room, I opened the door and went inside. 

Horrified by what I saw, I retreated a few steps. Jimmy and Sheila were already dead. Someone had beaten me to it! Next thing I knew, the cops were breaking into the house, and I had to get away. Someone had set me up! Those motherfucking cockroaches!

As I get the news about MrPink being set up to take a fall for murders he did not commit it brings rage to my mind.  This is why we put rats and snitches in the ground. I guess the message we send isn't enough to stop these cheese eaters from talking. I figure we will put more hurt on the next rat and display his carcass for all to see as a reminder that family comes first and loyalty is the number one rule.

Wetherbee had only two or three units left to sell as he walked through a residential area in Chicago. The roads weren't busy but there were pedestrians here and there.

He stopped to light his cigarette when he saw the motion of a shadowy figure climb into the window of a house. Instantly he thought "Oh shit, time to go.." He made a quick turn down a side street and about 10 minutes later, he heard the sound of police sirens coming from the direction he was avoiding.

"Yep! I didn't see nothing," Wetherbee said to himself as he dodged the street lights hoping to be as stealthy as the mystery figure who crept into the window.

Stepping into the house once crowded with the cops, Suns looked around for any evidence. Evidence that could prove MrPinks Innocence. 
Suns was sent by HQ to figure out who has set up our beloved MrPink.
But the only thing left in this house was a mess left behind by the cops. 

Crack.

A sound from the basement.
Suns pull out his gun and headed toward the basement door.
He used his gun to push the door slowly open. 

Took out a lighter and entered the darkness.
there were no signs of light in the basement, could've been the reason cops slacked off in this area.

CRack.

The sound was getting closer as Suns continued into the basement.
quite a big basement.
Passing through another sets of doors he saw a bunch of collectibles and junks lying on the floor, covering the whole area.

CRAck.

Suns walked through the room, circled a couple of time waiting for another sound to see the source.

CRACk

​sound right behind him, He turns and points the gun right behind him.
Nothing.
It was just an old emptied soda can making sound with the wind.

Wind....?

Suns looked around to see where the wind came from, eventually he ended up at a wall right across from the can.

CRACK

Annoyed by the can, Suns kicked it as hard as he can across the room. 

CRACKAKCAKAKKA CACK

"Ahhhh"

A sound of fear from within the wall.
Suns examined the wall to see what was wrong with it
A trap door.
He pushed it open to see a little space within it.
and at the very corner of that little space was a kid. the Kid was Horrified and shaking.

"Come here kid, You're safe now."

Suns grab the kid and calm him down.
This must be Jimmy's kid, if he's alive and hiding here. He must know what happened to his parents.

Suns carried the kid out of the house and headed back to HQ.