Vengeance:

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"There's only one Warehouse in this town." Bronson mumbled to himself as he approached the abandoned warehouse. The Warehouse was torn and tatty. Old and dusty. He parked quickly and quietly in the corner, his car covered in darkness. He entered and saw a man sitting in a car. A car surrounded by 3 men. Not too tall or muscular. Two were about his height and chubby and the others were skinny. He armed himself with his gun and everyone turned around when they heard the safety click off. "Damn." Said one of them sliding off of the roof of the car; "Hi, Detective. Remember me? Y'know, Mad Quacker? That's what you called me, no idea why." Bronson smiled and laughed; " 'Cause you're old, scruffy and mad. Old Mad Quacker. Kinda self explanatory." The old scruffball growled and stepped back when he heard footsteps come from behind; "Go on, sit down Keith." He placed a hand on Keith's shoulder and the old man backed away. "Hello, I'm Jerry." Bronson nodded and shook Jerry's hand as he handed him it. "I suppose you are here for the investigation on, hmmm, the bank robber club? The Moon Industry infiltration? Luclan being assassinated?" Bronson stared into Jerry's ugly, green eyes; "How do you know about any of those?" Although Jerry began to sweat nervously, he shrugged and began speaking again; "He was in our gang. And the Moon Industry thing, I got a friend there." "Sure thing. And I guess you know who the killer was? Afterall, the guy was in your gang?" Jerry gulped and he sweated even more, he kept his cool for a minutes before Bronson interrupted his slurred speech; "I already figured it out. Let's see, you and Dong's and Falcon's gang are called in and offered a deal. They take it and Luclan sells you out-because he had a family-and your boss or his boss tells you to kill him." Bronson pulled out cuffs and Jerry made a break for it. Bronson gave chase before Keith and two others jumped in front of him. Bronson stumbled into them. He backed off and then landed a punch into Keith's face. Keith fell to the ground and the two others swung for a punch. Bronson ducked and they followed through with the punches, their heads smashing together. Jerry had stopped to catch his breath and didn't realise that Bronson had kept chase and was closing the distance between them. He was gaining closer and closer and then he kicked into Jerry's knee at the last second. Jerry toppled over crying in agony and cradling himself by holding onto his broken knee. His hands were tugged away and cuffed behind his back. The cold metal froze his skin.