originally posted in:The New Dojo
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Dojoville streets
1:00 pm[/u][/b]
[i]The streets of dojoville became more and more populated as the days got warmer, slowly but surely warmer. People went out to shops and restaurants, and kids went out playing with their friends. This was a common sight for people to go out and meet others, yet others wished for the opposite.
One house in particular stood out because of this. On one of the suburban streets, many people knew each other, but one house always stayed locked up. Someone lived there, but they were never seen during the day. Whoever lived in it, was trying to stay as hidden as possible.
Most people would disregard it as nothing, but certain people preyed on the hidden. The one who did the most was Matthew Sandello. He did nothing but give protection to them, and in return, he made money. This particular inhabitant of the quiet house was quite the high payer, but soon that flow of cash came to a stop.
Like an unpaid loan or debt, Sandello would not simply let this go. After numerous warnings, he was over it. On this warm day, 4 men dressed in suits walked down the block, body armor noticeable under their clothes. They walked together and approached the house, knocking somewhat aggressively.
The door cracked open only leaving part of the man's face visible inside.[/i]
"I thought I told people to stop bothering m-"
"Mr. Edward, you have failed on many occasions to pay our organization, this will not go unpunished."
[i]While the man in the middle spoke, two went around the house, and for a good reason. The man slammed the door shut and darted for the back. He ran outside, wearing a baggy shirt and shorts. He sprinted across his yard and into the street, not stopping. The gangsters followed him in a dash and each pulled out M3 grease guns, lighting him up as he ran. His body flinched at each hit and then hit the ground. Blood poured out into the street and people ran in terror. The men stood over it for a minute, then began to walk away, the leader of them said,[/i] "Let this be a message to those who don't pay."
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English
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Several loud bangs could be heard as the Unnamed Spartan in Anubis-Set armor jumped over a small wall, firing off shots of a DMR. He wasn't aiming to kill them yet, so the shots were warning shots, aimed for their legs or arms. If they missed itd be no surprise, as he was jumping a wall.
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[b]The gang members saw him and all started firing back with the M3's keeping a rain of bullets going.[/b]
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He slid once he had momentum, taking cover behind a dumpster while his shields recharaced. He had a flashbang in hand and was readying to use it.
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[b]The gang members reloaded and split up, each walking around from a different angle. When they reached around, two began firing while the other two stayed by the corners of the dumpster.[/b]
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He unholstered two ONI magnums and returned fire from the two on the side, just barely missing them.
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[b]They moved back, keeping the fire on, to take cover.[/b]
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[b]A jeep pulled to a halt, and four Frontier Militia Rifleman men exited, observing the seen [/b] "The hell happened here?" [b]The man that spoke seemed advanced, a pilot most likely [/b]
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[b]The leader stepped forward.[/b] "We offered this man protection for payment and he refused to pay on more than one occasion. So we made him pay."
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"And who are you guys? Some kind of, Mafia?"
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"Precisely. And we offer many services in return for payment."
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"Ah of course..." [b]The man eased up slightly [/b] "Well, good day to you"
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"And to you as well." [b]The gang members began walking back through the yard and up the street to where they came from.[/b]
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[b]The Rifleman entered the Jeep and backed out of the street, driving away [/b]