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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by The WORLD1897:
2/23/2017 12:26:38 AM
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[i]The First Exchange.[/i]
[i][u]The Dojo, Entrance.[/u][/i]
[u]Midnight, Present Day.[/u]
A large cargo truck rolled up to the Dojo, the engine almost deafening. The driver, removed the keys from the ignition, the car settling down and going silent. The driver hopped out, and went to the back of his truck, opening up the storage compartment. He was met with a silenced nine millimeter round through his forehead in return.
Several pairs of hands picked up the body and dragged it into the truck before several of Pablo's sicarios hopped out, carrying kilo upon kilo of cheesecaine and even a few kilos of the real deal. The carried them to the entrance and placed them down, stacking them neatly.
A few hooded figures met the sicarios, and handed over sufficient cash. The sicarios nodded, placing it into a briefcase that was passed to a new truck driver. The sicarios hopped back into the cargo hold, as the hooded figures carried the kilos within the Dojo.
The truck revved up, the annoying motor back at it again. The truck backed out, and then began the long drive back to [i]La Catedral.[/i]
The figures closed the entrance doors and walked off in the darkness, their work done.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PtJ6yAGjsIs
[spoiler]Open, you cheeky -blam!-ers.[/spoiler]
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A lone assassin stood on the hill top, viewing the area. "Demon.." he said, " it's time.." a shadow demon then flew toward the entrance of the dojo, ready to kill...
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[b][i]The men carrying the substance entered a large building, the door slowly shutting behind them.[/i][/b]
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[b]The truck was being followed as it drove away by an older car, 1930's at least. It followed close behind for a while and flashed its lights at the truck. Whoever was inside wasn't relenting.[/b]
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The truck just kept driving, figuring they'd go away. They drove for hours, La Catedral still not in sight.
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[b]Soon enough, the car turned away and the truck was left alone for a moment before they hit something on the road and were met with a deflating tire. After that, the same old car appeared behind them and kept up.[/b]
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The truck rolled to a stop, waiting. "We got someone on our tail.." One of the men said.
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[b]The car stopped behind them and three men who were all well dressed stepped out. They cautiously walked closer to the truck, probably armed.[/b]
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The driver stepped out of the truck, along with a single sicario. The driver spoke, "Can I help you gentlemen?" He said, looking the men up and down. You saw that the sicario held a silenced 9mm pistol in his right hand.
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[b]The two men in front pulled back the ends of their jackets, revealing snub nose revolvers in each ones' belts. The man in the back stayed by the car.[/b] "We saw a little bit of shady business by the dojo. Gotta know what that was. The boss don't like people running jobs without his knowledge."
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[spoiler]Well, this is rètarded.[/spoiler] "Excuse me?" The driver asked, not intimidated.
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[b]The gang members stood still. They weren't letting off. The one in the back opened the door.[/b] "Just tell us what you were doing back there, and we'll let you off." [spoiler]What?[/spoiler]
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"Let us off? I hope you're joking." The sicario said, staring at the men, dryly laughing. [spoiler]You won't get anything out of them.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]How about the other guys?[/spoiler] "We don't joke about money." [b]The man in the back grabbed an M1928 Thompson and pointed it at them as he stepped forward.[/b]
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"Neither do we." He said, the sicarios climbing out of the truck, all holding Uzis. [spoiler]You do realize they answer to Pablo, who will kill them if they double cross. Just because your "boss" is a control freak doesn't mean they'll just give him up.[/spoiler]
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[b]The gang members in the front stepped back, but the other kept slowly moving forward, unafraid. He spoke up.[/b] "I'd advise you to not try anything dangerous with my friends here. We don't take kindly to resistance." [spoiler]It's because they want to know how Pablo is getting his money and if it interferes with them at all.[/spoiler]
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"Really, now? Then why don't you just leave and no one gets hurt?" The driver stepped back into the car, one of his men having fixed the tire while he distracted the mob people. The sicarios, their guns still aimed at the mob, slowly climbed into the back, the doors shutting. The truck drove off.
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[spoiler]Lame[/spoiler] [b]As the truck drove away, the leading man with the Thompson pulled out a revolver with enchanted bullets and shot the truck, marking it and everyone inside as enemies for the family.[/b] "Let's go boys." [b]They got in their car and went the opposite direction.[/b]
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[spoiler]End. Maybe, but no one got hurt and you didn't cause a gang war.[/spoiler]
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[i]little did they know they were being watched from the rooftop. A small little girl wearing a black dress was watching them. She didn't know who they were but didn't really care as she quietly followed them along the rooftops above.[/i]
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They entered a large building, the door slowly closing behind them.
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[i]the girl follows along roof and waits for them to come back out. She was very good about not being seen.[/i]
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The men never came back out. The large building was evidently their workplace or home.
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[i]the girl looked for a way inside to see what they were up. She would be good as long as she could sneak in unseen by them.[/i]
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There weren't any apparent entries, so the girl was gonna have to go in through the door if she wanted in, and that would be too dangerous.
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[spoiler]Bump because I'm a lonely shit.[/spoiler]
