Tyson VS Life - Book One - Drug War

Chapter 8: Modern Warfare

At school the following day, Tyson called another meeting. "Alright," he proclaimed, "I've figured it out!" The gang waited on the edge of their seats.

"All we gotta do is find some fuck who can give up info and lead us right to the source." Lucas raised his hand and spoke without being chosen.

"It's not that easy, anyone who's moving Asspol has to be pretty savage to keep their men in line, like that other ginger prick, Sugar Nips."

Tyson flipped him off.

"Listen here cunt I'm in charge and we're gonna go grill someone! I played Hardline I know how this fucking works!"

Lucas sighed in defeat, unwilling to argue.

"Alright but when you end up with your head hanging from a meathook don't come bitching to me..."

Lucas lead the gang again, past the piss spot, causing Ryan to shudder, towards a set of stairs.

"Alright, this leads up to the old Priest's hangout. It might be a little confronting to look at, so prepare yourselves."

The motley crew ascended the shitty brick stairs, past blood stains and other unidentifiable marks on the walls into the dimly lit room once inhabited by priests. The sights caused them to shudder, except for Lucas, who had seen it all before, and Jacob, who got erect. Pictures lined the walls, of students and of vile acts.

"Alright come on, nothing to see here. According to my sources there's a guy who hangs around here that might have some high level intel." Lucas said, motioning forward.

Moving through the dark halls, they seemed to go on forever. Tyson had tripped multiple times, but Lucas assured them they were reaching the end. They rounded the corner into a well decorated room with red leather furniture and a rug made of the skinned corpse of a child. In the centre there was a chair, and it spun around. Lucas' face dropped;

"Oh for fuck's sake."

In the chair sat his long time rival, Tom. He smiled his fucking smile and stood up.

"I was wondering when you would get here. Tyson wasn't very quiet in announcing his Anti-Asspol campaign, and I can't have him ruining the boss' plans."

Hodge slapped the ginger upside the back of his head before Tom drew an M16 from his chair and jabbed it towards the gang. Beside him, another chair swivelled, containing his kid brother Gus. "Good to see you Jacob, you cunt."

A year prior Jacob had eaten the child's arm in a violent show of power. The kid motioned at the collective with his stump.

"We're gonna kill the lot of you and rape your corpses, for our own pleasure, the boss just wants you dead."

Jacob grew tired of this shit. "Shut the fuck up you little pre-pubescent motherfucker, god damn troglodyte looking son of a whore!" he roared. Tom frowned.

"That's not very nice." he said, and opened fire. The gang dove behind the various pieces of furniture for cover. Tom stalked around the room.

"Come out piggies, or Gus burns this place down." The brother revealed a box of highly volatile fire bombs.

Tyson tried to go ninja on the kid and jumped out of the shadows, grabbing him by the ass. "Put down the gun Tom! You won't shoot your brother!"

Tom raised an eyebrow and began emptying the magazine into his brother's body. The combined flesh of both Gus and Tyson meant the ginger left the encounter unscathed, but Gus fell to the floor and screamed. Tom stomped over and shoved the barrel of his gun into the mouth of his screaming brother.

"Would you shut the fuck up?" he said, and fired. Click, went the rifle.

"What the- oh fuck!" Tom cursed as he scrambled for a fresh magazine.

Lucas took to opportunity to burst out of the couch he had been hiding in and grabbed Tom by the neck. Tyson sprinted forward and grabbed the rifle, pointing it at the hostage's dick.

"That's still empty you cunt!" Tom yelled before Tyson rifle butted him the gabba, silencing him.

Hodge looked around aimlessly.

"Well, I guess we know who we're interrogating!"