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Demon flexed his muscles and stayed silent as he waited for the clock to hit eight fifteen He gave the orders to blow the gun warehouse at eight The row of cars lined up behind him a few blocks over from the club would roll out behind him Vested and dressed in all black, they looked like a teaun in his hand, ready to lead the charge His watched beeped

Go time

“Alright, Lefty, punch it”

His right hand h the fence like it was butter in the uard Answering fire followed The door opened and men rushed them The cars behind theround

De his bullets for Louis The an to run back inside when they realized they were basically huets and Lefty floored it The smash of flesh on the roof and the crack of bonea drift an to rush the door Bullets fleith cries of pain and warrior anthems of bravery

The thwack of bullets hitting their ainst Kevlar made his ears ache Gunpowder tickled at the back of his throat and he coughed His gaze darted back and forth, as he un raised and sweeping the air The call head with the snake coiled around it bobbed as Louis ran toward the back He aimed

A body slaround

“Son of a bitch” He wrestled with his assailant, sla, oily brown hair until it yielded blood and the man went motionless “Fat fucker” De in the chaos around hiround, dead and wounded in piles of blood Others were being lined up Demon scrambled to his feet and ran for the back A bullet sla him off course

“I’ you to hell with ed and his eyes held nothing but pure hatred as he unloaded his clip

Deer twitched

Louis howled…A red stain appeared on his shoulder and spread down his white shirt

De

Louis toppled like an imbalanced tower

Deun from his hand “You’reMC” He pressed his boot to Louis’s neck “How does it feel knowing I hold your life in my hands, you son of a bitch You came here to start shit, try to take over h, why the fuck did you think you would be?”

“This club ruinedever compared You think I’ Demon’s boots “I welcome that shit”