CHAPTER #006 ~ UNKNOWN

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In a heavy daze Daniel lifts an eyelid, the spinning of the rest of the world throws of his balance as he tries to get up. his daughter is still laying there, lifeless. 

"I will come back for you" He promises her as he traipses his way out of the room.

Whilst walking through the corridor he notices a black and white striped Shuriken lodged into one of the oak beams of the house, there is a notable engraving on the backside, it reads

"You are next.", Daniel knew instantaneously this was the symbol of The Ronin, a Japanese criminal organisation that ran half the city. Confusion and anger took over his thoughts.

This sudden rush of emotions empowered him and gave him energy, he turned on his heel and walked hastily towards his garage. On the wall hung a sledgehammer, an old wooden handle and heavy metal head used in the past for breaking apart secret vaults, would be put to use one last time. Daniel wielded it in his hand and aligned himself with the adjacent wall.

He swung his, and the hammer's weight into the wall cracking it apart, he repeated, slowing down after time and eventually a metal box was visible behind the brick wall.

Daniel lay down the sledgehammer and reached in for the box, it looked almost brand new, the metal was shiny and the engravings of the manufacturer still easily legible. There was an electronic keypad on the front, onto which Daniel inputted the 4 numbers "3325". There was an audible clicking noise from within and the front panel fell to the floor revealing a pair of silver barreled silenced pistols with red satin grips and 24 round magazines, along with four extra magazines. 

He sheathed the pistols in holders that he strapped to his left and right leg.

Parked behind him was his matte black Chevrolet Camaro, he pulled the keys of the hook and got in.

His destination was already decided and he pulled out the garage with a step on the pedal, the garage door just moving up in time to allow him out.

He accelerated quickly down the road on his way to his old warehouse.

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