It had been a long time, since he had breathed the perplex air. A long time since he had stepped foot into the United States. People from all different ethnicities, filled the airport. Preparing them for a nice long voyage. It felt good to have reached his destination. An eighteen-hour flight from Pakistan was no joke. A medium sized hefty carrying bag was strapped over his shoulder. This had been the first day in a long time, he had been without a single piece of artillery. He had to be careful. He was a wanted man, which was why he had left the U.S. in the first place. He was a felon, and if they caught him the amount of charges would lead to life in prison. Arson, assault, domestic violence, fraud, homicide, kidnapping, robbery, theft, trespassing and etc.
The question was, why would he come here and risk being arrested? Well there is a lot of very important people, with very bad tempers. And people with bad tempers, pay good money. Honestly though, that hadn’t been the only reason he had returned to this shit hole. He did have a few personal motives, such as aiding his old allies Risky and Ruin Cross. But that would have to wait. He needed to find out what had caused so many traumas between the crime lords. He knew whatever was occurring, was serious. The Delarocca and The Gordetzky, families didn’t leave their homes for nothing.
It was unfortunate that his ties with the FBI had been cut, due to his felony charges. The only associates he could possible come in contact was the Delarrocca. Mario, also known as “The Rock”, was the man some people like to call the godfather. Being head of the Italian mafia, Mario, was probably untouchable. At one point of time AJ had been hired to gun down Mario but the job was incomplete. It was impossible, that’s all he could get out of that. However this Gordetzky family that he had heard of was yet to hire him. He knew why. He had murdered several of their associates.
From the airport to the motel room, AJ had learned much. Somebody had murdered the youngest members of these families. That was a big mistake. It was bad enough the bounty that AJ had on his head for murdering the associates of the mob, but to take out one who shared the very same blood. Now that was suicide. Now why would someone want to kill two very important people of two very important groups? He knew exactly why. If this murderer, thought the same way AJ did, then his plan was simple. If both families assassinate each other, then who stands in the way of one of the triumphing gangs to take over? That’s right, nobody.
His trip to the motel room had not been simple. Some low life ass criminals, tried to hi-jack the taxi driver. Not knowing, that there was a living weapon in the backseat that could rip their heads from their shoulders with several swift actions of his hands. He had dislodge their spinal cords in several places, then he had left them with none or very little teeth. The taxi drive had been so grateful that he had offered him to keep his money from the ride. After dropping off his bag of clothes and dressing in jeans and a button up shirt, Ajnin was ready to go order some big guns.
Passing through the busy streets, and a numerous amount of stores he had collided into many old faces. None of them were happy to see him. It was very precarious to walk around without a disguise but he did not want to bring any suspicion to himself. Entering a shop called “Bullet for My Valentine”, the hired gun looked for anything that would come in handy. The first item he bought was a large brief case, in which he stored all the weapons he paid for. It was filled with disassembled pieces of an AK, a shotgun, rifle, and many small handguns. And then he was it. His weapon of choice. A navy seals combat knife. He purchased it and it’s sheathe. Unlike the other weapons, which were hidden in the briefcase, he immediately attached it to his belt.
He proceeded to find the closest hardware store. But unfortunately a Latino gang, thought they were going to mug him because of his casual and unthreatening clothing. That was very bad for them. He could see that the power of gangs had improved since he had left the U.S. He couldn’t help but wonder why he was hiding his weapons, if these thugs were walking around with machetes like they were business cards. It was maybe seven of them, clad in green bandannas. He equipped his blade and prepared for combat. His stance and posture for battle, to them, was funny. Apparently they had never dealt with anyone with skill such as his. He only smiled at them, like children. After all this was going to be like taking candy from a baby.
He swooped down, sweeping them off their feet. And before their bodies had a chance to land, he had already commenced into a spin and slit their throats. Some people screamed, others only ignored it. It’s not that they didn’t care, they simply became numb to death. Anybody would after having to watch it for a century. He quickly left he crime scene, and proceeded into a dark alley. He could hear sirens blare in the distance, motivate him to move even farther away from his massacre. Down in the alley he heard the roar of a motor, as it began to quiet itself. A biker, had left his bike to urinate beside the dumpster. Without hesitation, AJ leapt onto the trash can and flipped off onto the bike. He roared the egine and hit the gas “Asta La Vista Baby”
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