Jacket Knight: Old Wrongs Done Right

Chapter 14: This is My Time

 Someone once said that hate hasn't solved any problems.

For me, it did.

Once again, my father was at the police station. I had the rest of the day to myself.

I knew what I was going to do.

I prepared my two Desert Eagles again, tucking into my holsters. I had marked a couple of places in the for some "vigilantism"

These guys would never know what hit them.

.......

I blew the smoke off of the muzzles of my Deagles, and tucked them back inside my holsters, starting to wade through the bodies.

I arrived outside in the back, where I spotted a truck in the driveway. I opened the trunk, and found a couple of crates, which intrigued me.

They happened to be holding gas grenades of some sort, which I decided to put in the dumpster. They couldn't really hurt the landfill anymore than garbage could. What would really be bad was if someone went dumpster diving.

Hopefully no one would be doing that.

Just in case, I plastered a post-it, writing: No Food! Only Dangerous Chemicals! And for good measure, I drew a crude skull underneath the message.

Leaving the site, I knew that there were still a couple of places that were shipping these grenades. But I already knew what was going to happen to those people.

.......

I reloaded my Deagles, aiming at a mercenary.

I unloaded two shots into him, doing the same with one of his partners.

I ran into the next room, diving behind a crate.

"There! Behind the cra-GAH!" I shot him right in the throat, which almost exploded in a gorey mess.

"Holy shit. He's definitely gonna need a medic."

"He got Tom! He got Tom!" A mercenary yelled, and he started to drag Tom's body backwards.

I destroyed his head with a single shot, and I pushed forward into the warehouse.

Some more mercenaries rushed into the room, but I was ready. Taking care of them, I once again dumped the grenades in the dump, taking the same precautions I had earlier.

I pulled up my map, and to my surprise, I had knocked out four of the six sites where these chemicals were being stored.

This meant, at least here, Legion's chemical business was straight-up crippled. But I knew this wasn't the end of my war.

The big man himself, Alex Smith, was going to pay.

.......

The rest of that week, I researched Alex's home. He was based in Pacific Heights, which wasn't the best neighborhood, but it was definitely in the upper tier. He had a mansion based there, but I had absolutely no information about his security measures. That wasn't going to stop me though.