Post by Trei "Eros" Sanz on Jul 3, 2014 3:50:53 GMT -6
He had laid there and fallen asleep for the first time in years in a real bed, but more so with someone curled up next to him. Some things just never died though as he woke up early while she had drifted off. Slipping out of the bed he looked down at Brook while she slept curled up in his bed. Leaning down he kissed her softly while thinking about the day he had a head of him. Yea, there had been orders given to find an address but it was beyond that point.
Grabbing a pair of black cargos he slipped them on with several things running through his head but the man wasn't planning guns blazing. Making his way over to his closet he reached in pulling out the kevlar vest that had been custom fit for him. Pulling it on he started to fasten it up, his eyes closed for a moment while he shook his hand a few times to try and get some thoughts out of his head. He started to rumage through his drawers looking for something that was more neutral finding a black t-shirt slipped into to conceal the kevlar. Lastly was that yellow bandana pulled out as he started to tie fasten it in a band over his forehead.
Once everything was done, his kutte was placed neatly folded on the bed where he had been laying. Cell phone left on the toolbox that made a nightstand as he looked around the room one more time. Grabbing a messenger bag that was tucked under his bed, he slung it over his shoulder while tucking his 9 mm into his waistband at the small of his back.
Footsteps carried him out and while the club was silent he went out to where his bike had been left. The needle that Dawn had found at Cats now with him while the bike started up and he pulled off. Riding in the dark he really should have thought about putting on his helmet but needed to keep the illusion right. The air blowing around him as he sped down the streets towards a few locations he had known waiting to see if anything would happen. The morning slipped past and moved into the day while still he was off the grid. Yea he would get shit for that as well, while the sun started to set he finally decided to give up when finally something started to stir. Sure as hell there it was someone pulled up to where he had been watching and someone made their way to the car. The deal was made, as he was hunched down watching he saw the car pull away.
He slipped off the bike making his way over starting to tail the man before finally catching up and throwing him into an alley. The man reached for a gun before him and unloaded a shot into Trei's chest. Being dropped to a knee he managed to get his hand behind him and draw the 9 around unloading a shot into the dealers knee. Instantly the man dropped the gun and started to cry out rather rapidly.
"Take it all man, I wasn't trying to get in the Kings territory. Shit... man please."
"Who are you peddling for!? Give me a name!"
Shit his ribs where on fire but he was alive that is what mattered. Reaching down and grabbing the mans throat he lowered the gun to his head. The hammer pulled back to get his point further across to the man.
"I will spread your brains across the pavement homez. Who the fuck you peddling for?"
"Oh shit... shit.. Fuck they are going to kill me..."
"I will fucking kill you right here right now."
He removed the gun from his head and fired it into the ground right next to his head. The explosion of the gunfire making the mans eardrum burst from the close proximity of the shot. The gun was then put back to his head with those wild eyes looking into the scumbags. Instantly the man gripped at his hear.
"Alright, I don't know his name I just have an address of where to pick it up. Thats all i got."
He reached into his satchel pulling a pen and paper out tossing it at the man. His throat released he removed the gun from his head as he picked up the mans gun. Quickly the man went to writing down the address as Trei took it looking it over before tucking it into his pocket. Putting his own gun back in place at the small of his back he picked up the casings from the two shots.
"The shot to your leg was for dealing in Anarchy territory, not the Kings you dumb shit."
He then lifted the mans gun taking aim at his head.
"This is for being a fucking Rat."
Three shots echoed through that alley one in each lung and the last into his stomach. Once it was done he reached down grabbing the casings from all four shots fired from that gun. Quickly he ran back to his bike and hauled ass out of there. Shit, he had to ride to Little Tokyo this Japs where manufacturing. There couldn't be a fucking coincidence in the fact that this Marcus Grant got some to Cat, and now there was a little Peckerwood dealing in Anarchy territory.
Pulling up some distance away he killed the engine watching for some time, yea by now sure as fuck his phone was blown up. Coming out of a little restraunt that was indicated where several people oddly rather late at night to be getting food now wasn't it? He darted across the street and around the back of the building. From with he heard voices talking just as the clicking sound of a gun at the back of his head was heard.
"Get inside."
Lifting his hands slowly nothing was said as he followed what was ordered of him going in that back door. Standing there where nine people already there. Amoungst them was one guy that just didn't seem to fit in. A discussion was going on in hushed tones now as five started to make their way after a handshake was made. A diminitive height woman made her way towards him and the man with the gun at the back of his head before she spoke softly.
"What do we have here?"
"I found her listening in at the back door."
Still not saying a single thing as she reached up taking the bandana from around Trei's head. Looking it over for a few moments she then spoke clearly before making her way out throwing the bandana down outside on the street.
"He's a King, this doesn't change anything kill him then dump his body in China Town. Let them kill each other off and we profit from the losses."
"Yes Ma'am."
She then made her way out with another woman and three men before he heard car doors close then drive away. Shit he should have known better, once the man who seemed off came closer Trei took a deep breath. It was the man that used to work at the Studio, the fucker that Levi sent out to get the info about. Lowering his head so his hair fell over his face to conceal it he didn't say a thing.
"You get on your knees."
Slowly doing as he was told he counted in his head, had to stay calm otherwise this shit was going to be guaranteed a shit storm for him. Just as soon as his knees touched the tile of the floor he quikly spun around driving an elbow into the Japs abdomen. Drawing his own gun he fired into the mans skull dropping him on the spot but two other explosions tore through the night. One slamming him hard in the shoulder and the other in the thigh as he dropped. He managed to squeeze off three more shots taking out the last of the Japs, as the man was high tailing it off. Rolling over onto his stomach Trei fired one more shot that caught the guy they where looking for in the ass cheek.
"Fucking move and the next one won't be a warning shot."
"You know who you are fucking with?"
"Better question is who the fuck you where dealing to recently. Anarchy don't take to kindly to it."
A look of realization crossed the mans face while Trei drug himself to a table and pulled himself up. There was no fucking way he would be able to ride like this. He reached down into one of the Japs pockets and pulled out a phone before making his way hoping out the door. Turning around he fired several fast shots into the kitchen to hit one of the gas lines causing a vibrant explosion while he looked at the man.
"Where is your damned car?"
The man pointed just down the street while Trei spotted it he leaned down scooping the man over his shoulder. The next five minutes getting to the car was like eternity. Reaching under the dash he grabbed a few wires starting to tap them together till the engine flared to life. A large knife was pulled from at his side and stuck through the column to release the wheel. With the asshole in the seat next to him he drove off and around the corner just as the emergency vehicles arrived. Flicking open the phone he comondered he made a call.
"Dawn... Its Trei. I need a favor, send one of the boys to pick up my bike. The address is...."
Grabbing a pair of black cargos he slipped them on with several things running through his head but the man wasn't planning guns blazing. Making his way over to his closet he reached in pulling out the kevlar vest that had been custom fit for him. Pulling it on he started to fasten it up, his eyes closed for a moment while he shook his hand a few times to try and get some thoughts out of his head. He started to rumage through his drawers looking for something that was more neutral finding a black t-shirt slipped into to conceal the kevlar. Lastly was that yellow bandana pulled out as he started to tie fasten it in a band over his forehead.
Once everything was done, his kutte was placed neatly folded on the bed where he had been laying. Cell phone left on the toolbox that made a nightstand as he looked around the room one more time. Grabbing a messenger bag that was tucked under his bed, he slung it over his shoulder while tucking his 9 mm into his waistband at the small of his back.
Footsteps carried him out and while the club was silent he went out to where his bike had been left. The needle that Dawn had found at Cats now with him while the bike started up and he pulled off. Riding in the dark he really should have thought about putting on his helmet but needed to keep the illusion right. The air blowing around him as he sped down the streets towards a few locations he had known waiting to see if anything would happen. The morning slipped past and moved into the day while still he was off the grid. Yea he would get shit for that as well, while the sun started to set he finally decided to give up when finally something started to stir. Sure as hell there it was someone pulled up to where he had been watching and someone made their way to the car. The deal was made, as he was hunched down watching he saw the car pull away.
He slipped off the bike making his way over starting to tail the man before finally catching up and throwing him into an alley. The man reached for a gun before him and unloaded a shot into Trei's chest. Being dropped to a knee he managed to get his hand behind him and draw the 9 around unloading a shot into the dealers knee. Instantly the man dropped the gun and started to cry out rather rapidly.
"Take it all man, I wasn't trying to get in the Kings territory. Shit... man please."
"Who are you peddling for!? Give me a name!"
Shit his ribs where on fire but he was alive that is what mattered. Reaching down and grabbing the mans throat he lowered the gun to his head. The hammer pulled back to get his point further across to the man.
"I will spread your brains across the pavement homez. Who the fuck you peddling for?"
"Oh shit... shit.. Fuck they are going to kill me..."
"I will fucking kill you right here right now."
He removed the gun from his head and fired it into the ground right next to his head. The explosion of the gunfire making the mans eardrum burst from the close proximity of the shot. The gun was then put back to his head with those wild eyes looking into the scumbags. Instantly the man gripped at his hear.
"Alright, I don't know his name I just have an address of where to pick it up. Thats all i got."
He reached into his satchel pulling a pen and paper out tossing it at the man. His throat released he removed the gun from his head as he picked up the mans gun. Quickly the man went to writing down the address as Trei took it looking it over before tucking it into his pocket. Putting his own gun back in place at the small of his back he picked up the casings from the two shots.
"The shot to your leg was for dealing in Anarchy territory, not the Kings you dumb shit."
He then lifted the mans gun taking aim at his head.
"This is for being a fucking Rat."
Three shots echoed through that alley one in each lung and the last into his stomach. Once it was done he reached down grabbing the casings from all four shots fired from that gun. Quickly he ran back to his bike and hauled ass out of there. Shit, he had to ride to Little Tokyo this Japs where manufacturing. There couldn't be a fucking coincidence in the fact that this Marcus Grant got some to Cat, and now there was a little Peckerwood dealing in Anarchy territory.
Pulling up some distance away he killed the engine watching for some time, yea by now sure as fuck his phone was blown up. Coming out of a little restraunt that was indicated where several people oddly rather late at night to be getting food now wasn't it? He darted across the street and around the back of the building. From with he heard voices talking just as the clicking sound of a gun at the back of his head was heard.
"Get inside."
Lifting his hands slowly nothing was said as he followed what was ordered of him going in that back door. Standing there where nine people already there. Amoungst them was one guy that just didn't seem to fit in. A discussion was going on in hushed tones now as five started to make their way after a handshake was made. A diminitive height woman made her way towards him and the man with the gun at the back of his head before she spoke softly.
"What do we have here?"
"I found her listening in at the back door."
Still not saying a single thing as she reached up taking the bandana from around Trei's head. Looking it over for a few moments she then spoke clearly before making her way out throwing the bandana down outside on the street.
"He's a King, this doesn't change anything kill him then dump his body in China Town. Let them kill each other off and we profit from the losses."
"Yes Ma'am."
She then made her way out with another woman and three men before he heard car doors close then drive away. Shit he should have known better, once the man who seemed off came closer Trei took a deep breath. It was the man that used to work at the Studio, the fucker that Levi sent out to get the info about. Lowering his head so his hair fell over his face to conceal it he didn't say a thing.
"You get on your knees."
Slowly doing as he was told he counted in his head, had to stay calm otherwise this shit was going to be guaranteed a shit storm for him. Just as soon as his knees touched the tile of the floor he quikly spun around driving an elbow into the Japs abdomen. Drawing his own gun he fired into the mans skull dropping him on the spot but two other explosions tore through the night. One slamming him hard in the shoulder and the other in the thigh as he dropped. He managed to squeeze off three more shots taking out the last of the Japs, as the man was high tailing it off. Rolling over onto his stomach Trei fired one more shot that caught the guy they where looking for in the ass cheek.
"Fucking move and the next one won't be a warning shot."
"You know who you are fucking with?"
"Better question is who the fuck you where dealing to recently. Anarchy don't take to kindly to it."
A look of realization crossed the mans face while Trei drug himself to a table and pulled himself up. There was no fucking way he would be able to ride like this. He reached down into one of the Japs pockets and pulled out a phone before making his way hoping out the door. Turning around he fired several fast shots into the kitchen to hit one of the gas lines causing a vibrant explosion while he looked at the man.
"Where is your damned car?"
The man pointed just down the street while Trei spotted it he leaned down scooping the man over his shoulder. The next five minutes getting to the car was like eternity. Reaching under the dash he grabbed a few wires starting to tap them together till the engine flared to life. A large knife was pulled from at his side and stuck through the column to release the wheel. With the asshole in the seat next to him he drove off and around the corner just as the emergency vehicles arrived. Flicking open the phone he comondered he made a call.
"Dawn... Its Trei. I need a favor, send one of the boys to pick up my bike. The address is...."
