In March of 1953, San Francisco, a 26 year old man named William who wears a black mask and a black suit takes down a local mob. A 54 year old man named George is sentenced to a life in prison with one arm. How will these paths cross? Find out in Ma...
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I walked down the street and heard a scream. I ran in front of a car to make it stop and then I opened the door. I hit the driver in the face and threw them out. I drove towards the scream. When I arrived I saw two corpses of what seemed to be a couple. There were stab marks in their chests. I looked up and saw a figure. I pulled out my gun and shot at it. I didn't hit it, but it ran off. I ran where it was going. I chased them down until they hit a street light while looking back at me. I grabbed them. It was a male. He was unconscious. I dragged him through a tall building and hung him off of the top. He woke up and started screaming. "Shut up if you want to live, bud," I said to him. He screamed. "Don't blow your top or I'll blow your head off," I said calmly. He shut up. "Are you part of the Jefferman gang?" I asked him. He violently shook his head no. I jerked on his leg. "Are you sure you wanna stay with that answer?" I asked him. He screamed, "I'm part of the Jefferman gang! I'll tell you anything you need, just don't drop me!" I said back, "Where is their base?" He screamed, "They have multiple! The only one I know of is downtown!" "That's all I need to know," I said as I dropped him. If I wanted to destroy the Jefferman gang I'd have to find more people. I'd have to find more heroes.
