Red Dragon
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I know that I am still an unknown on this site but I wanted to get the opinions of anyone who can offer them. I know many of you are probably familiar with Mike "Nightcrawler"s story. I have been working on writing a spin-off story telling Corwin's story. Sort of telling about what kind of stuff Corwin does after he has returned to the Detroit area.I wanted to show you guys a few paragraphs from what I have so far and get your feedback. Good or bad, I'll take what I can get.
Here it is:
It has been almost 3 months since I helped my friend with his "incedent" with the triad. I have since returned to my base of operations here in the Detroit area. Things had been pretty quiet until about a week ago. It was then that I recieved a call from one of my contacts. He told me that one of my old friends, Sam Denning, had decided to turn sides and sell information about me to some of my old "contracts". Mainly, he told the Russian mafia and a few of my friend's other competitors that I was the one responsible for destroying their shipments and retiring some of my fellow "Troubleshooters". Needless to say, this put me in an interesting position. Being a contract problem-solver already has a way of making one a little bit more cautious when moving in public. Now knowing that everybody and their brother is more than likely out to get me at the moment, you could almost say that I'm a little paranoid.
The first thing I had to do, was call up Mike and replenish my stock of weapons. Mike was always my go-to guy when it came to expanding on my collection. Having a best friend who deals in the underground firearms market comes in handy. For my birthday, he sent me a matching set of Ruger Mk II .22 pistols with integral silencers. Gotta love that. There's nothing like opening up a gift on your birthday and finding little beauties like those all tied up with a bow. I called him up and filled him in on my situation. He gave me a good deal on an HK G3 with a 18" heavy barrel and a scope and enough 20 round mags and ammo to keep me going for a good long time. He also had a good sale going on 9mm ammo. I knew that was gonna come in handy, so I could have enough ammo for my silenced Sig 226 or my Ruger P89 in case I was in a public place where a rifle would be a little too conspicuous. He then told me that he would have some of his people look into it and see if they could give him a little more intel than my people were getting.
Next, I had to see what I could do to find Sam and make sure he knew what he had gotten me into. I got my remaining contacts looking for him, each one of them carrying a lone 9mm bullet with "SAM" engraved on the casing. It was my subtle little way of letting him know, when they found him, that turning on a contract killer was not the best business decision he could have made. Can't exactly let people walk all over you, ya know. Its bad for business. My main concern, though, was that I had to compile a list of all of the contracts that were now out for revenge and see what I was up against.
I gathered as much intelligence as I could on the contracts and as it turned out, they all had decided to join forces for this particular shindig. Must be that whole "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" thing. That made things a little bit more difficult for me. I was counting on a little bit of chaos between them, but having them all work together meant that it would, more than likely, be a much more organized action. It looked like they all went with the best they could offer as far as a counter-hit squad. The russian mafia decided to go with 3 of their best. Yuri Sharapova, aka "Viper", Sergei Zerebko, aka "Quickdraw", and Pavel Fetislov, aka "Undertaker". These guys alone were bad enough but they were just the beginning. The Cortez weapons cartel sent Jose Gomez, aka " Diablo" and last but not least, the Rico drug cartel sent their best, an old aquaintance of mine actually, a man by the name of Bill Taylor, no aka for him, just plain Bill. He was one of my basic training buddies and we had some "special training" together as well. He and I were working together until he got greedy and started doing hits on federal agents and public officials. I may be a hitman but I still have morals. These guys were the dream team of contract killers so, in an odd sort of way, I'm kinda flattered. I didn't realize that they looked at me as that much of a threat.
Here it is:
It has been almost 3 months since I helped my friend with his "incedent" with the triad. I have since returned to my base of operations here in the Detroit area. Things had been pretty quiet until about a week ago. It was then that I recieved a call from one of my contacts. He told me that one of my old friends, Sam Denning, had decided to turn sides and sell information about me to some of my old "contracts". Mainly, he told the Russian mafia and a few of my friend's other competitors that I was the one responsible for destroying their shipments and retiring some of my fellow "Troubleshooters". Needless to say, this put me in an interesting position. Being a contract problem-solver already has a way of making one a little bit more cautious when moving in public. Now knowing that everybody and their brother is more than likely out to get me at the moment, you could almost say that I'm a little paranoid.
The first thing I had to do, was call up Mike and replenish my stock of weapons. Mike was always my go-to guy when it came to expanding on my collection. Having a best friend who deals in the underground firearms market comes in handy. For my birthday, he sent me a matching set of Ruger Mk II .22 pistols with integral silencers. Gotta love that. There's nothing like opening up a gift on your birthday and finding little beauties like those all tied up with a bow. I called him up and filled him in on my situation. He gave me a good deal on an HK G3 with a 18" heavy barrel and a scope and enough 20 round mags and ammo to keep me going for a good long time. He also had a good sale going on 9mm ammo. I knew that was gonna come in handy, so I could have enough ammo for my silenced Sig 226 or my Ruger P89 in case I was in a public place where a rifle would be a little too conspicuous. He then told me that he would have some of his people look into it and see if they could give him a little more intel than my people were getting.
Next, I had to see what I could do to find Sam and make sure he knew what he had gotten me into. I got my remaining contacts looking for him, each one of them carrying a lone 9mm bullet with "SAM" engraved on the casing. It was my subtle little way of letting him know, when they found him, that turning on a contract killer was not the best business decision he could have made. Can't exactly let people walk all over you, ya know. Its bad for business. My main concern, though, was that I had to compile a list of all of the contracts that were now out for revenge and see what I was up against.
I gathered as much intelligence as I could on the contracts and as it turned out, they all had decided to join forces for this particular shindig. Must be that whole "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" thing. That made things a little bit more difficult for me. I was counting on a little bit of chaos between them, but having them all work together meant that it would, more than likely, be a much more organized action. It looked like they all went with the best they could offer as far as a counter-hit squad. The russian mafia decided to go with 3 of their best. Yuri Sharapova, aka "Viper", Sergei Zerebko, aka "Quickdraw", and Pavel Fetislov, aka "Undertaker". These guys alone were bad enough but they were just the beginning. The Cortez weapons cartel sent Jose Gomez, aka " Diablo" and last but not least, the Rico drug cartel sent their best, an old aquaintance of mine actually, a man by the name of Bill Taylor, no aka for him, just plain Bill. He was one of my basic training buddies and we had some "special training" together as well. He and I were working together until he got greedy and started doing hits on federal agents and public officials. I may be a hitman but I still have morals. These guys were the dream team of contract killers so, in an odd sort of way, I'm kinda flattered. I didn't realize that they looked at me as that much of a threat.
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