There's a mystery guy named Brandon but also known as "Murky". He's silent to most and very unapproachable at his new school. When he's out of school he is a totally different person. No one knows that he's the best professional killer in the game...
After pulling off from Hani's home I headed back to my house to load up on my guns. I never drive with them in my car just in case I'm getting pulled over. I do carry one handgun for safety if someone tries to sneak on me. I had gun setups in almost every state, locked away and stashed in homes.
As soon as I got inside the house I went straight to my attic and looked under the wood floor for my guns and bullets. Along with other necessary safety to prepare me. I grabbed my sniper gun again for today and a box of bullets. I put on my bulletproof vest and a black long-sleeve shirt with some black jeans and socks. I made sure none of my skin was showing so I had to wear my black gloves and my all-black timberlands. My black ski mask was in the car already so I was all set. I wear all black for a reason whenever I do go on missions. It's less messy and hard to see me if it is dark. You wouldn't catch me with a white shirt for nothing unless I want to get caught. Anything with light colors gets easily stained with blood. Just a drip would get you caught the fuck up.
I transferred my gun to a hard guitar case along with the bullets. I put my handgun behind me on my waist. I also put my Benchmade 940 Osborne folding knife in my pocket. It was in case I lose my gun or I'm in close range with a person. There are two things about me, I'm good with my hands and I don't like wasting bullets. When it comes to killing someone I can kill them with anything close to me. I do make mistakes and that definitely caused me long or deep scars across my body all over. Of course, you wouldn't be able to see them unless I take my shirt or pants off. There were a few scars on my arms but they're not as bad as the ones on my back, chest, or thighs. Plus they're covered with many tattoos.
These scars show every close-up fight I've encountered. Each one earned me at least one or two scars but others none. I try to be as careful as possible more than ever now. I use to not care and not block myself giving people an easy opening to slash me up. Not before I got my turn on their body, making them bleed inside and out. I take precautions when people are shooting at me and do not let people shoot me. I only caught like two bullets out of my whole life but that was enough for me to say no more.
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Brandon is smoking and sitting in his car just act like he's wearing all black.
I grabbed my guitar case handles and put them on my back like a backpack. I grabbed my keys and locked up the house. The other day I bought a Chevy Cruze from the same person that sold the Camaro to me. They sent that to me the same day I asked. I told him I'd pay extra if he let me register it under a fake name. I didn't want to do my car dealer like that and chose a person that wasn't terrible and had a good driver's record. As you already know I had to get it all black with tinted windows and his car was already made like that.
I put my case inside the trunk and got in the car. Then I started looking for the location of Joel and he was on the freeway. I waited until he got to his destination to start following him. I started rolling a blunt and smoked it while scrolling through my phone on Instagram. To be honest, I don't have an Instagram because it's just not for me. People just be on there just to be nosey and comment on the weirdest shit. I didn't want my business out there at all. I also didn't want people to know what I looked like because, of course, I am Murky. I don't have any pictures of myself on the internet and not even with my brother, sadly. Though, I do have many pictures of him since this is his Instagram account I am using.
