Post by Miami on Nov 25, 2013 2:53:16 GMT -5
Jacket wakes up in his apartment once more,the date is the 8th of April, 1989. He goes through his normal routine, since the 3rd, life has been slowly getting more normal. In his bedroom, there is a new mask, an Owl with the name Rasmus beside it. He dismissed it, preferring Richard. In Jacket's kitchen, there was an article cutout of his massacre at the Metro, alongside it were stack of papers on the table, reading,
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The rest of the sheets where just articles about how great America is, essential xenophobic propaganda. A familiar beeping was in the air, his answering machine. He walked to his lounge-room and listened to the recorded message, "Hello, it's 'Linda'... I need a babysitter right away. Got a few kids that need to be disciplined here. I'm at East 7th Street. Make sure you have a long talk with them, I really need someone to get through to these rascals, and like last time... Please be discrete!"
Same as the 3rd, Jacket headed downstairs, to his car. It was in pristine condition, as always. He opened the gull-wing door, and sat down in the driver seat, turning on the ignition. The radio was playing "Inside the Electric Circus" by W.A.S.P.
There it was, East 7th Street, like the rest of Miami. Discreet, hidden in plain sight. Jacket pulled on Richard, before opening the front door and walking inside. The building was set so that another building would be underneath it, and a separate apartment on the top. He took a few breaths and walked upstairs, prepared to "work."
Almost the moment he entered the room, a Russian spotted him, and swung. Luckily,after his training on how to kill people, he was able to survive, and kill the man himself. He walked into a room to his left, where a man was sitting on a couch, he saw a pistol beside him and took it, firing it at the man. Three more mobsters came towards Jacket, wielding melee weapons, he fired the three shots, and kept moving through.
The final room had two men in it, one on a couch, and one pacing with his AK-47. The man sitting was wearing a mint shirt, it seemed that he was the man Jacket had to kill. Jacket sneaked into the room, and grabbed the man with the AK around the neck, slowly choking him unconscious. He took the rifle, and turned the corner, within seconds, the man in the mint shirt was riddled with bullets. As Jacket walked out, he stomped his foot onto the unconscious man's head, killing him.
Tonight was pizza night, so Jacket made his way to to Pizza Hut near his apartment, where Beard also worked. He took off Richard, and then made his way to Beard, who was cheery as always. "Hi there, welcome! Oh, you don't need to order, your pizza's already done. Had a feelin' you were on you way here, heh... Well, let's just leave it at that for now, shall we? Don't worry about paying, it's on the house!"
Jacket smiled at Beard, taking the boxed Mexican pizza and going back to his DeLorean and heading back to his apartment. Maybe more days between jobs will be better.
Thank you for subscribing to our newsletter! We appreciate your interest in our cause. America is a tune, it must be sung together. - 50 Blessings
The rest of the sheets where just articles about how great America is, essential xenophobic propaganda. A familiar beeping was in the air, his answering machine. He walked to his lounge-room and listened to the recorded message, "Hello, it's 'Linda'... I need a babysitter right away. Got a few kids that need to be disciplined here. I'm at East 7th Street. Make sure you have a long talk with them, I really need someone to get through to these rascals, and like last time... Please be discrete!"
Same as the 3rd, Jacket headed downstairs, to his car. It was in pristine condition, as always. He opened the gull-wing door, and sat down in the driver seat, turning on the ignition. The radio was playing "Inside the Electric Circus" by W.A.S.P.
There it was, East 7th Street, like the rest of Miami. Discreet, hidden in plain sight. Jacket pulled on Richard, before opening the front door and walking inside. The building was set so that another building would be underneath it, and a separate apartment on the top. He took a few breaths and walked upstairs, prepared to "work."
Almost the moment he entered the room, a Russian spotted him, and swung. Luckily,after his training on how to kill people, he was able to survive, and kill the man himself. He walked into a room to his left, where a man was sitting on a couch, he saw a pistol beside him and took it, firing it at the man. Three more mobsters came towards Jacket, wielding melee weapons, he fired the three shots, and kept moving through.
The final room had two men in it, one on a couch, and one pacing with his AK-47. The man sitting was wearing a mint shirt, it seemed that he was the man Jacket had to kill. Jacket sneaked into the room, and grabbed the man with the AK around the neck, slowly choking him unconscious. He took the rifle, and turned the corner, within seconds, the man in the mint shirt was riddled with bullets. As Jacket walked out, he stomped his foot onto the unconscious man's head, killing him.
Tonight was pizza night, so Jacket made his way to to Pizza Hut near his apartment, where Beard also worked. He took off Richard, and then made his way to Beard, who was cheery as always. "Hi there, welcome! Oh, you don't need to order, your pizza's already done. Had a feelin' you were on you way here, heh... Well, let's just leave it at that for now, shall we? Don't worry about paying, it's on the house!"
Jacket smiled at Beard, taking the boxed Mexican pizza and going back to his DeLorean and heading back to his apartment. Maybe more days between jobs will be better.