SECTION 2 - Change
Shingle stares blankly at the man he just killed.
Mike: Badass!
Shingle: What the fuck?! I just...
He stops for a second and stares blankly at the caravan.
Shingle: Man, let's get the others. Hope they don't do anything.
Mike gets up and holds his ankle.
Nathan: I have some bandages bro do you need one?
Mike: Nah I'll be fine.
They bust into the caravan and find an open trapdoor leading to a huge underground room, where they were hiding.
Shingle: They'll be down there!
They climb down the ladder and hear Uzis and TEC-9s reloading. Shingle finds a TEC-9 on the floor. Just that moment...
???: FUCK YOU!
They start shooting at the three of them. However, they take cover.
Mike: Shingle, the two left are called Jack and Mark! Shout their names!
Shingle: Jack! Mark! I'll take you any day you steaming piles of dog shit!
Mike: Woah, where did this badassery come from?
Shingle fires at them, hitting Mark in the shoulder. They keep firing, hitting absolutely no shots. Nathan pulls out a grenade.
Nathan: Fuck you you pricks!
The three run up the ladder as Nathan throws the grenade. They shut the trapdoor and run out the caravan.
Shingle: Fuck!
The grenade goes off.
Mike: Fuck. What about the money?
Shingle: We didn't stop to think about it?!
He runs back in and opens the trapdoor. Smoke rushes out. Shingle coughs.
Shingle: Fucking hell...
He hears groaning. One of the guys are still alive.
Shingle: Which one of you pricks is still alive?!
He fires the pistol in the air.
The guy coughs and splutters.
Shingle: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!
Jack: It's... Jack...
Shingle aims the pistol at his head and pulls the trigger. He looks around for the £200B. Mike and Nathan come down.
Mike: You found it yet?
Shingle: Yep. Right here.
Mike looks at the boxes of money.
Mike: Holy shit.
Nathan: This is probably the most money we've ever seized!
5 DAYS LATER
Shingle was walking down the street at night when he was approached by a gang wearing red.
GM1: Hey, ain't you the boy that finished Majatty?
Shingle: Uh...
GM2: Yeahhh, he is! You mess with our homies, we mess with you.
They pull out pistols. He puts his hands up.
Shingle: Alright bro calm down, I don't want any trouble!
He remembers he has the pistol Mike gave him in his pocket, but he didn't want to use it until they pulled something.
GM1: Ay, you gonna die tonight, homeboy.
They aim the guns at him.
Shingle: Am I now?
GM2: You getting smart wit us? Don't mess with the ACB homie!
Shingle: I'm sure we can sort something out. See, they were just in my way. I needed to eliminate them.
GM1: Listen to this fool. "Eliminated." We boutta eliminate YOUR ass, homie.
Shingle: Now hear me out. I'm willing to bet I can make better meth.
GM1: Man who you think you are? Nobody better than Majatty!
Shingle: I can be.
GM2: Take us to yo lab then homeboy!
Shingle: Alright, follow me.
They walk to his flat, where he gets in his mothers car. Mike watches him from his window.
Mike: What the fuck?
Shingle reverses out of the driveway and heads to Gibet City.
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Crimson Duty
ActionA really big story created as a spinoff to The Gang. This story is meant to represent the criminal life Shingle lives in an alternate universe. This story is NOT meant to be a series. Please do not wait for a second story. Alternate Republic of Cong...
