The city has been quiet, it's been 2 months since My best friend died on that night...they night this filth and scum dragged him into the void. Now absent from my life, I stand here on the roof of the 7th Street business building that deals out heroine along with its paper shipments, one of the biggest drug empires of the city yet this is only a low level operation run by the man himself, Mayor Hartwell.
That slime has been corrupt since he was pulled from the womb, the sad part is...everyone knows it but is too afraid of him and the power he obtained from years of working for people with power...now he's overthrown everyone of them.
I tied a rope to an exhaust pipe popping out of the roof next to the a/c vent. My next move needs to be precise, one wrong move and I'll busy in the wrong window, hopefully not the one were Alex, one of many business accountants, was banging the clerk on the 5th floor...no..I need to be on the 4th, the so-called "renovation floor".
They have been renovating that floor since the building went up a couple years ago, oh they've noticed something too...the people that come in and out...they know what goes on
- I ran toward the edge of the roof with the rope tied to my utility belt clip...I jump, mid-air I grab a flash bang from the back clip and toss it, breaking the window ...*pssssh*... the grenade goes off and blinds about 12 assholes in silk 3 piece suits...
I reach for my pistol, *BLAM* *BLAM* I shot 2 guys knees out and then I kick one guy into another office...I spot a guy on the other side of the room..I run kick off the wall and spin kick him in to a bunch of construction poles...*SHLING *..."that's gotta hurt" I look as the guy gets impaled by one of the poles protruding out of the floor.
"Let's get on with it shall we?*
*POP POP POP* I take cover behind a cubicle as bullets are shooting out of their guns like popcorn.
"YOU WANNA PLAY ROUGH?! OK!!" I yell as I take out my pistol and shurikens. *FLING FLING* ....*CRACK CRACK* 2 of the ninja stars hit 2 guys in the neck and dropped them.
...The rest had ran off... Time to see where they are taking these shipments. I looked on the table where there was a map of the city... "Wait.... No.. No no, these aren't shipping locations... These are bombing locations! "
I can't believe it... The Mayor is planning a city wide bombing level... Not just some drug smuggling operation.
"This is bigger than me"...
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Just Another Origin Story
ActionA hero at his prime faces judgement as he is left to rot in prison by his own brother, but since he has time on his hands, he will write his origin story from the end of his line.
