Prologue
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"Hey, do you think the boss wants the supply here or over here?"
"Kid, does it look like I give a shit?"
Eric rolled his eyes and lifted the heavy box across the warehouse, placing it next to the other similar looking boxes. He looked around at everything and nodded. "Shit, I need a break." he said, wiping his forehead.
"You need to stop talking and get back to work. Boss will be here any minute." The henchman grumbled as he shifted in his chair as he watched Eric.
"Well, I sure don't see you lending a hand." Eric mumbled under his breath as he picked up another box.
"Ayo Freight Train, boss is here." A gruff voice crackled over the walkie-talkie that was on a small table. The henchman grabbed it and spoke into it.
"Thanks, we'll be there." Freight Train replied and set the walkie-talkie down.
"Boss finally here?" Eric asked.
"Yeah, let's go, kid." Freight Train replied as he stood up and walked to the exit, with Eric trailing behind him. They walked through several corridors until they reached a big iron door. Freight Train took a key from his pocket and unlocked it, opening it to reveal the rest of the boss' henchmen standing around a desk with a chair turned away from them. When the door closed and Freight Train and Eric were with everyone else, the chair turned around slowly and stopped, revealing the boss.
"Splendid, you're all here." Michael said as he looked at each and every person in the room, with his eyes landing on Eric. "So glad you could join us." he added, to which Eric bowed his head.
"I've called you all here today to let you know that these past couple of months have been very fruitful. Trading and guns we've been getting are at an all-time high, and our clients have been very good to us." Michael spoke with authority, standing up and getting behind his chair. "With that, I say, a big thank you."
"Thanks, boss." everyone said in unison.
"Now, with that out of the way, can anyone explain to me why you, Bullethead, decided to sneak a couple AK-47s out back?" Michael asked as he stared down one of the henchmen.
Bullethead started to sweat a little as Michael's eyes became dark, seemingly drilling holes into the man's head. "Boss, it's nothing malicious, I swear." he said.
"Really? Cuz that was what you said the last time your punk ass stole from me!" Michael raised his voice and slammed his hands on the desk, causing everyone to jump slightly.
"Boss, come on, I was only joking!" Bullethead pleaded, ducking his head when he saw Michael reach under his desk and pull out a Glock 19, cocking it and aiming it at him. "I needed the money!"
"You were getting paid handsomely already. What do you mean you needed the money?!" Michael exclaimed as he put his finger on the trigger.
"Cmon Boss, this is crazy!" The henchman soon broke down, blubbering like a baby as he got on his knees.
"Disgraceful." Michael shook his head. "Here I was thinking you were so big and strong, but really, you're just a big ol' sissy." He set the gun down on the desk. "You're fired!"
Bullethead got up and sniffed, wiping his face with his arm and turning around, walking towards the door. He didn't look to see Michael grab the gun again, aimed it and fired a single shot right through the back of his head. Everyone (except Michael) flinched hearing the gun go off and could see the blood starting to form in a puddle on the floor next to his head.
"Anyone else wanna join him in hell?" Michael's eyes scanned every man's face while they were all silent. "That's what I thought. Back to work, all of ya." he said, and everyone started to file out of the office, stepping over Bullethead's lifeless body. "And can someone clean this white boy up? He's gonna spoil my good floor." he shouted towards them.
"Yes sir!" said a random henchman, while he and another one grabbed the body and carried it out.
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