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[CrazyGirl17]

As she was settling down with a cup of coffee, Chloe heard one of the other applicants, and older woman with some kind of foreign accent, say, "Dis is recruitment place? Looks more like daycare center. Kids waiting while mommies and daddies talk?"

Chloe turned towards her, frowning. "Hey, some of of us were invited here!" She said crossly.

She could tell that this woman was clearly better off then her and probably could have her killed easily... but she wasn't thinking about that. As carefree and fun-loving as she was, that didn't mean that Chloe couldn't get defensive about things.

"I don't know why you're here, you seem to be doing well for yourself." she added as an afterthought.

 

[blaze96]

David chose to ignore the fight that was brewing in favor of sticking to the more important conversation at hand.

"Ok Granny, so I'm guessing you wouldn't have called us in unless you had some targets in mind. Who exactly are we putting over your knee? I imagine you picked some big fish considering you want us to do it personally as compared to having me go to a few meetings and set them up for a fall. Also, I never asked, what made you decide to step out of the shadows now anyway?"

 

[NeoAC]

"Some of us don't have mommies or daddies, that's why we're here, comrade."

If the guy didn't tack on the slanderous comrade at the end, Daryna might have full on laughed at that sentence of his. As it was, it got a forced chuckle. It was strange to laugh at the circumstances now, but as the time piled up in the rear-view mirror it got to that point. The man was still forever on her shit list though. "Some of us still do. Dat's why I'm here," she flatly told the scarred man who shot back at here. "Comrrrrade."

"I don't know why you're here, you seem to be doing well for yourself."

One of the girls, one of the ones who actually looked the same age as Daryna...and a little more given the sheer amount of hardware she was sporting, asked of her intentions. That had to take while to do.

"Hmmmpf, you should know, some things money can not buy."

She was going to ask who was leading this little shindig when one of the other men asked similar questions to her own of the elderly black woman standing in the back. She was almost unnoticeable given her size among this group of young turks. "I too am interested in plans. If we align, I think this could be of great interest to me."

 

[booksv2]

Looking around silently as he finish's his cornbread infused chili and push's it back to take a mouthful of mnt dew Magic's eyes flick from one newcomer to the next. The little verbal fights popping up here and there drawing his eyes and he shakes his head.
People and their need to show their dominance.

Smiling at the girl friendly as she takes his bowl away and the small plate he nurses his mnt dew as he sits at the counter between the man and woman on one side kinda talking and the Russian and the person she is fighting with on the other.

Ok Granny, so I'm guessing you wouldn't have called us in unless you had some targets in mind. Who exactly are we putting over your knee? I imagine you picked some big fish considering you want us to do it personally as compared to having me go to a few meetings and set them up for a fall. Also, I never asked, what made you decide to step out of the shadows now anyway?

Looking up and staring at the little old woman Magic wonders if its true she is in charge, but with how several of the people had walked in and said he had to assume she was, and she must have been a terror in her younger years. Asking for and receiving a refill for his soda Magic stays where he is and says just loud enough to make it over the conversations all around him.

"I'm curious about why we are here and what we are to do also. It looks like its going to be about the bombings and killings and other criminal activity that has been going on all over town."

 

[Pm0n3y]

"Who exactly are we putting over your knee?" Granny scoffed. "Ultimately? Everyone. The Pyros. The Royals. The Russians. The Conquistadors. The Triad. The Yakuza. I want to clean out the whole goddamn city. We're gonna target the Conquistadors first. They're the ones that got me back in the game, so to speak. They blew into a store two houses down. Smack dab in the middle of my territory. It was most likely due some sort of protection debts, but I still took it personally. Like they got something to say, but won't say it to my face. And i'll be damned if I...HEY!" The bickering outside the kitchen grew to a level that finally got Granny's attention. Storming back into the dining room, she took off her belt, and slammed the leather against the counter, producing a loud enough SMACK! to drown of the loud conversation. Deegan visibly jumped at the sound, and quickly took a seat, motioning for Monica to do the same.

"Nuh uh! I ain't havin' any of that in here! Imma nip that in the bud right now! If you gotta disagreement, you keep it to yourself, or you take it outside! Otherwise, I don't wanna hear it! Y'all obviously anxious, so imma get right to it. Sit down, and shut up. Sonia, we're closed." The youngest daughter nodded, moving from her position behind the counter, to the front entrance, where she locked the door and closed the venetian blinds over the showcase windows. "I'm cleaning up Billboardsville. And you're all gonna be my helps." Granny firmly stated as the room dimmed. Then Deegan piped up. "So, what, we're gonna like, clean up graffiti? Pick up trash?" He asked.

"Vigilantism. We're cleaning the streets of the scum mucking up the place." She answered. "Metaphorical scum." Deegan interjected. "Boy you interrupt me again, imma pop you." Deegan piped down. "The gangs of our city are slowly killing it from the inside out, and they don't even care. So imma make 'em care. The Conquistadors first. Roberto Hernandez's crew has gotten too cocky for my tastes, and someone needs to put them in their place, permanently." She looked about the crowd. "Oh, don't worry. Y'all won't go unpaid. Whatever y'all could want, I will have. I may have been out of the game since the nineties, but I still have all my connections. Speaking of which, unless anyone objects, we'll go into the basement, where I keep all my goodies." She smirked a bit. "And I hope no one objects."

 

[booksv2]

Jumping when the old woman brought her belt down on the counter surprisingly hard Magic had to cough some as some soda went down the wrong pipe.

Nuh uh! I ain't havin' any of that in here! Imma nip that in the bud right now! If you gotta disagreement, you keep it to yourself, or you take it outside! Otherwise, I don't wanna hear it! Y'all obviously anxious, so imma get right to it. Sit down, and shut up. Sonia, we're closed."

Looking side to side at the people who had been bickering Magic smiles as he takes another mouthful of mnt dew. Sliding off the stool and stepping away to let them have as much space to get hit if they kept going. As well as not wanting a missed swing to hit him, but the old woman looked accurate.

Vigilantism. We're cleaning the streets of the scum mucking up the place. Boy you interrupt me again, imma pop you. The gangs of our city are slowly killing it from the inside out, and they don't even care. So imma make 'em care. The Conquistadors first. Roberto Hernandez's crew has gotten too cocky for my tastes, and someone needs to put them in their place, permanently. Oh, don't worry. Y'all won't go unpaid. Whatever y'all could want, I will have. I may have been out of the game since the nineties, but I still have all my connections. Speaking of which, unless anyone objects, we'll go into the basement, where I keep all my goodies. And I hope no one objects."


Looking around for a doorway down Magic speaks up.
"Not objecting, but if your already in the game shouldn't you have people of your own to take care of this? Why would you need outsiders and kids to take care of them?"

 

[figment of mind]

Monica waited for the red head to respond, waiting for her to say something else sarcastically...until a terrifying SMACK! quickly brought her to attention. At Deegan's (visual) instruction, she sat down and listened to Granny, fearful if being on the wrong side of that belt. She had already experienced that from her aunt a handful if times but her aunt didn't hit anywhere near hard enough to drown out voices.

When Granny got down to explaining the situation and their jobs though...well, Monica's terror was replaced with enthusiasm. She was happy that her classmate hadn't told her false info, and that she would actually be able to help get rid of these gangs. Of course, she didn't know how they would do that exactly, save for the fact that it would probably get physical...but at least she wouldn't have to worry about making those plans. She also briefly wondered what her brother would think about her involvement in this...well, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Speaking of which, unless anyone objects, we'll go into the basement, where I keep all my goodies. And I hope no one objects."

When thaf question came up, she chimed in real quick, "Well, i certainly don't."

 

[NeoAC]

Daryna liked the sound of this old woman. She meant business and while she vowed to take out the Spaniards first of all, her list had everyone on it, including the Russians. Plus, her methods of doing so spoke to Daryna's desire to dish out the vengeance to the Russian mob personally.

The kid who looked like he'd be more comfortable at home on a Halo server asked a question, but Daryna did not want to hear the answer. "If she is prowiding means for which to wi-gi-lante, then I not complain. Baba can lead way."

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Chloe practically jumped when the old lady shouted at them. Shew knew Granny was a tough old bird, so it wasn't wise to cross her. Granny went on talking about their game plan, namely striking back against the other gangs and crime syndicates.

A wicked smile spread over Chloe's face as she listened. Already, she'd had some good times working with Granny's syndicate. But this? This sounded like fun. And if she happened to come across her ex-boyfriend along the way, well...

"I'm in," she said cheerfully, "Where do we start?"

 

[Athol]

"Haha, funny. Anything else you want to add?"

"Nah..." Milli said with a smile. "I'm good." Tuning everybody else out, she went back to her coffee, while she waited for Granny to kick things off. Eventually things quieted...a bit...and Granny laid out what she had in mind.

"The gangs of our city are slowly killing it from the inside out, and they don't even care. So imma make 'em care. The Conquistadors first. Roberto Hernandez's crew has gotten too cocky for my tastes, and someone needs to put them in their place, permanently. Oh, don't worry. Y'all won't go unpaid. Whatever y'all could want, I will have. I may have been out of the game since the nineties, but I still have all my connections. Speaking of which, unless anyone objects, we'll go into the basement, where I keep all my goodies, and I hope no one objects."

That got a fully fledged grin out of Milli; she?d helped her father plenty in his dealings...including stockpiling gear for the Sinclaire's, so she had a pretty good idea of what was there. "Oh Granny," She said, eyes glinting with mischief. "You do now how to make a little girl feel loved."

"Not objecting, but if you?re already in the game shouldn't you have people of your own to take care of this? Why would you need outsiders and kids to take care of them?"

"Who says we're all outsiders?" She asked, setting down her empty coffee. "Anyways, the best part of using outside help, is that if a few of you meat heads get popped, nobody will care."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"The gangs of our city are slowly killing it from the inside out, and they don't even care. So imma make 'em care. The Conquistadors first. Roberto Hernandez's crew has gotten too cocky for my tastes, and someone needs to put them in their place, permanently. Oh, don't worry. Y'all won't go unpaid. Whatever y'all could want, I will have. I may have been out of the game since the nineties, but I still have all my connections. Speaking of which, unless anyone objects, we'll go into the basement, where I keep all my goodies, and I hope no one objects."

"I don't." Drifter said. He just wanted to be done with the whole endeavor and get back on the road but a man's gotta make money somehow and if that calls for vigilantism them Drifter certainly didn't mind. That would make him on both sides of the law now with his past wheelman jobs and what not. At least with this one he can feel remotely good about it and get paid. "Let's get going."

 

[Ruedyn]

'These people couldn't kill a bee...' Raul sighed, there didn't seem to be much actual muscle around here. He hoped he wouldn't be the heavy hitter here, though he was at least quick enough on his feet. Maybe they liked guns? Listening to rata-tat-tat all day might explain why they were all so loud...

Raul barely paid attention to the speech, he didn't know many of the gang names and really didn't care. Yakuza and Triad he always thought were the same thing, though, so at least he learned something new. The basement, however, intrigued him in a way that'd disappoint his mother. Who knew it was that easy to get teenagers into your basement?

"Anyways, the best part of using outside help, is that if a few of you meat heads get popped, nobody will care."

"If it means less hearing your arguing? I'll take two bullets." Raul spoke in a monotone voice that made it hard to tell if he was joking or not. Raul undid the clasp on his briefcase, pulling out Ole Reliable, twirling the aluminum bat before resting it on his broad shoulder. "Got anything like this? I don't like guns so much."

 

[blaze96]

"While I agree not all of us are outsiders, I'd prefer to think some of you are outsiders because Granny wanted people who weren't overly connected to the other gangs and still had the ability to get the job done. It doesn't do to have conflicting loyalties while playing the game as it were." He hadn't reacted at all when Granny had used her belt, used to having her bust it out. Though usually he was smart enough to not have it turned on him.

"I don't think any of us are about to turn down the offer to take the city, though is it really vigilantism if a crime family that got out of the game for the most part comes back and takes over the city? I don't mean to try and get smart, just trying to figure out if once you have the city you go back out of the game again or if you plan on staying in after this."

 

[booksv2]

"Anyways, the best part of using outside help, is that if a few of you meat heads get popped, nobody will care."

"While I agree not all of us are outsiders, I'd prefer to think some of you are outsiders because Granny wanted people who weren't overly connected to the other gangs and still had the ability to get the job done. It doesn't do to have conflicting loyalties while playing the game as it were. I don't think any of us are about to turn down the offer to take the city, though is it really vigilantism if a crime family that got out of the game for the most part comes back and takes over the city? I don't mean to try and get smart, just trying to figure out if once you have the city you go back out of the game again or if you plan on staying in after this."

Looking at everyone talking and the person pulling a bat from him Magic sips his soda and shrugs.
"They all sound like good reasons, though i don't want to take a bullet anywhere. While fighting is dangerous overall and i know its not a game and if we do take a bullet or knife we are going to be in a good bit of pain. And your right, its not vigilantism if a crime family is taking over the city, its business as usual really. The people making a mess of the city, are they everyone from top to bottom like that or just some of the lower level thugs?"

Looking around at everyone and holding his soda at his side Magic looks at the old woman.
"I'm not against helping you. Plus getting payed for it sounds like a great deal."

 

[Pm0n3y]

Raul pulled out a bat, his bat. "Got anything like this? I don't like guns so much." He asked. Deegan piped up as well. "Uh, what he said. I wanna bat too." And it didn't seem like anyone was objecting. "Alright then. Follow me." Granny led the group into the back, stopping at a heavy metal door adjacent to her office. She brought forth a set of keys, needed to unlock a series of different locks. At least three separate bolt locks, and two other padlocks. As the door trudged open, Granny proceeded down a flight of stairs.

"Sonia, lights please." She complied, flicking on a few light switches. The inclusion of light revealed a massive space, what looked to be longer and wider than the space inhabiting the upper three floors. And was filled to the brim with weapons both melee and projectile based. Guns of all classifications ranging through every time period and caliber size lined the walls.

"To answer your question David, it may not be entirely vigilantism, but the way I see it, after everything's all said and done, we will be making the city safer for all the folk that don't have gang ties. Hell, if we're lucky we could see an uprising amongst the citizens. Maybe some might see what we're doing and decide to contribute to the resistance." Granny, shuffled towards the center of the room as she talked.

"To everyone else, this is my basement. A weapons cache that spans generations of work in the field. I've had my share of encounters, much of which have brought forth many classes of weapons, including some of the more...unorthodox ones." She eyed a overly ornate blunderbuss housed on a far wall when she said that. "Find what you want, and make sure you fit yourself with the proper holsters or sheath for said weapon. If you feel that a particular pistol or sword isn't enough protection, I also have enough body armor for everyone in a canister at the far right corner of the room. Kevlar, ceramic, whichever you prefer. It's optional, but take some if you must." She paused a bit, just letting the reveal of the room sink in.

"Millicent? Next time you see ya daddy, tell him I said thank you." She added with a smile. Deegan couldn't seem to contain his grin as he floated around the room. He also couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself as he touched nearly every damn thing he came across. Including a rack of halberds, all styled in different fashion. Then he skipped over to a wall of katana and shuriken. "Geez Gram-gram, you got everything!" He called out, putting his hands on a pair of sai.

"Deegan, stop touching every-damn-thing and pick something!" Then, he spotted it. Past the rapiers, past the bazookas, he spotted the slick, smooth sheen of a wooden bat. It was one of many, as there was a whole rack of the fan favorite, knee-knocking weapon. "Oh, that is so mine." He almost seemed to prance towards it. "Yesssssssss." He almost seemed to hiss as he picked it up. It was about a weighty as he expected. "Okay, that's one thing picked out. What else should I get...?" He muttered as he scanned the room once more. He eyed the wall of pistols, giving a little confirmatory nod before heading over to it.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Uh, what he said. I wanna bat too."

Raul turned and smiled politely, he didn't mind people with the same fighting style as him, buuuuut if he took a nice bat Raul would be disappointed. He followed the old woman into the basement, feeling giddy at getting new weapons. Wasn't expecting much but...

'Well. Shit.' Raul's jaw dropped as he scanned around the room, walking instinctively to the melee side. So. Many. Things. Things he'd never seen or heard about before, but he was getting ahead of himself. Armor first, then he could load up with weapons. Had to see what he could swing after all. Raul dashed over to the armor, taking off his jacket to test fits. He picked out a suit of kevlar bullshit that looked like what the government would make for Batman, with a couple of dull metal knee pads that'd be good for kneeing/sliding around. A gauntlet and vambrace, too, just for cool points.

After putting it all on quickly, he turned around and his smile wilted.

"Okay, that's one thing picked out. What else should I get...?"

"Nooo..." Saintly's shoulders slumped. It was a cool looking bat too. He wandered back over to the melee weapons, looking around at what he could take. Sledgehammer was first, obviously. He was even familiar with the weapons, they were good at smashing through doors if picking the locks took too long. Second up, some strange, old looking weapon. Label said "MAcuahuitl," it was a bad with smalls blades sticking out the sides. No real gaps, looked like a heavy as shit sword you clubbed people with. Raul took it without a second thought.

'Two more weapons,' Raul told himself, looking around. He remembered that Yakuza were sword guys, katanas to be specific. Not that he noticed much cool about them, but hey, their choice. He found something that looked like one, but solid iron and blunt. Fit his MO. His bat would probably stay home, since he found a crowbar that'd hold more use. Plus someone else took a potentially better bat. Not that he was pouting or anything... He shoved his back into his briefcase, adjusted the sheaths/holsters/doohickeys-to-keep-weapons-on-him, and strolled over to the gun side for half hearted looking.

 

[Athol]

"Millicent? Next time you see ya daddy, tell him I said thank you."

"Yes ma'am." Milli replied, beginning to take stock of the arsenal. "Good God...it?s beautiful." Walking amongst the weapons, she spotted a case with some familiar Cyrillic writing on it. "Ohhh this can't be....can it?" Opening the case, her face lit up like a small child's on Christmas, when they discovered they'd gotten a puppy. Inside the case was an AKS-74U-UBN and BS-1 30mm grenade launcher. [http://world.guns.ru/userfiles/images/assault/as03/aks74u-ts.jpg] A little more exploring turned up a bunch of grenades, and launcher cartridge's.

A little more rummaging around turned up a Mossberg 500 'Cruiser' with a folding stock. [http://www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/6/69/Moss500Persuader.jpg/500px-Moss500Persuader.jpg] "Hey Granny!" She called out. "I'll take these, and I'll give you my AK and Mossy in trade...you know how well I treat my tools." After a bit more poking about...and a lot of fantasizing, Milli was struck with a thought. "Say..." She said, walking over to Granny. "Just had a thought, and wanted your opinion. You wanna hit the spics first right? Well instead of 'us' hitting them...why don't we make it look like it was somebody else? Like the commies over on the west side? We let those two fuck stains beat each other to death, then come in and pop the prick that's still standing. What'd ya' think?"

 

[blaze96]

"Jesus, I get we're criminals, but do we have to be racists too?" David said as he walked by checking the racks upon racks of guns and ammo. He walked past the rows of converted weapons that could be found in any gun store but his eyes widened once he saw the military tech, guess she had kept some of his shipments after all.

He immediately grabbed the Interceptor body armor and a military standard helmet. Though what made him honestly want to kiss the woman were the guns and ammo she had. David had just found an M249 with an ACOG scope, bi-pod, heatshield, and the lovely attachment that meant he could fire 200 rounds between reloads. Right next to it sat enough AP ammunition that it would make even the most hardcore survivalist blush. A little further ways down the aisle he found an M3 and the associated HEAT rounds. He made sure to load up on all of this as much as possible before attaching an old-fashioned looking M1911 with hollow points to his hip and a combat knife. Any space that wasn't taken up with guns and ammo was immediately filled with as many grenades of various types and c-4 bricks as he could fit, of course not neglecting to bring the detonators. He silently thanked good for the time spent in the military as a ground trooper. He walked back fully dressed and armed.

"Granny, this has been the best early birthday and Christmas ever." He said only half-joking. Honestly this place was like being a kid in a candy store for him.

 

[booksv2]

Walking downstairs in the middle of the group Magic's eyes widen as what is hidden in the room comes into view. Looking left and right he puckers his lips to whistle soundless while the people ahead go forward quickly and start picking up things.

To everyone else, this is my basement. A weapons cache that spans generations of work in the field. I've had my share of encounters, much of which have brought forth many classes of weapons, including some of the more...unorthodox ones. Find what you want, and make sure you fit yourself with the proper holsters or sheath for said weapon. If you feel that a particular pistol or sword isn't enough protection, I also have enough body armor for everyone in a canister at the far right corner of the room. Kevlar, ceramic, whichever you prefer. It's optional, but take some if you must."

Looking at the old woman and going towards the canister first Micheal steps in after someone else grabbing some and starts shifting through whats there when something on the edge catch's his eyes. Grabbing a vest and jerking it into the open he stares at it for a few seconds, opening it and looking inside he looks at the old woman in astonishment.
"You have Dragon Skin [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragon_Skin#U.S._Army_bans_privately_purchased_body_armor] in here! Where did you find this? Level V isn't available to the general public."

Putting the vest over the edge of the canister and sliding his vest off his arms he drops it over the edge of a box close by he grabs the top of his shirt collar and pulls it off also, a thin very white torso coming into view. Taking the Dragon Skin he puts it on, turning back and forth and moving his arms before putting his shirt back on and his vest also. Mutter to himself.
"Thicker, but it'll stop enough that i don't really mind the extra weight. Who would think i would find it here."

Locking his fingers together and stretching his hands above his head he turns slowly in place looking the room over again. Looking at a rack of blades in all different shapes and sizes he walks over to look the over, reaching out to test this one or that with his fingers for sharpness and weight. Hooking his fingers inside some small inner curving blades with double holes on them. [http://www.coldsteel.com/Product/39FK/DOUBLE_AGENT_I.aspx] Looking them over closely and taking 2 to hold one in each hand he takes a few swings with them before reversing them and taking another few swings. Checking their sharpness with a finger he sucks the blood drop on his finger as he digs for sheath's, sheathing them for now and undoing his belt to slide both of them facing outwards on the back of his pants.

Buckling his belt again and drawing and sheathing both of then several times to make sure they draw easy he puts them away and turns around just to spin back, looking the rack over before moving to the next one covered in tomahawks. Brushing his fingers over a few of them he picks up one but puts it back after noticing how large the head of it was. Grabbing a slightly smaller but still with a head and a spike on the back. [http://www.coldsteel.com/Product/90PTH/TRENCH_HAWK.aspx] Putting the hinging sheath on it and carrying it for now Magic turns around again and looks at the room.

His eyes going from the large machine guns to the sniper rifles, wondering over the semi-automatic rifles and finally settling on the revolvers and pistols. Walking over to the revolvers he picks up a few and tries both the trigger and the breaking open action on a few on them. Putting back each after finding they aren't double action or their opening action is awkward or feels wrong, before finding one with a different way of opening. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MP412_REX] This one bending in half he looks at it and grabs a handful of rounds to load it, closing and spinning the cylinder before breaking it open again and smiling at how it push's the bullets up when it does. Grabbing the shoulder holster for it and biting his lower lip he fills the on holster bandolier with 12 rounds under where the right arm goes and 2 quickloaders on the left under where the gun holsters. Sliding the gun into it and closing the clasp he pulls his vest off to slide the shoulder holster on and rolls his shoulders around to settle it. Looking at the tomahawk he goes back and grabs a solid sheath and takes half the shoulder holster off to fix it to the back of it. Taking the bending sheath off the tomahawk he reach's back and slides the head into the solid sheath he hears the click of the magnets inside and the metal bumper at the bottom as well.

Putting the holster back on along with his vest Magic turns back and forth without moving his feet a few times and circles his arms around. Doing a small hop and looking down at himself he smiles happily at how little everything shows and it staying still when he moves. Looking at everyone else he moves over close to the older woman as from another edge of the room comes.

"Just had a thought, and wanted your opinion. You wanna hit the spics first right? Well instead of 'us' hitting them...why don't we make it look like it was somebody else? Like the commies over on the west side? We let those two fuck stains beat each other to death, then come in and pop the prick that's still standing. What'd ya' think?"

Looking over Magic comments.
"That's not a bad idea. But instead of doing it on who we are going on we should sent 2 other gangs against each other while we focus on the Spaniards. Then we have less to worry about them coming up and blind sighting us as well as when we turn their way they will be busy fighting a war. Nothing easier than taking someone who is glaring at someone else."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Drifter looked around, fascinated by what the old woman had in her basement. They had enough weaponry in here to overthrow a third-world country and here she was, giving them out like a lord of war. The others took to the firearms and the blades with enthusiasm but Drifter wasn't the shooting or slashing type. Still, with whoever they were facing, he would need something to defend himself while the others would do most of the fighting.

He needed something small to store in his glove compartment so he took a Skorpion [http://www.imfdb.org/images/d/dd/CZ_Vz.61.jpg] off of the shelf. He rummaged around a bit and found some incendiary grenades that he could store in there as well. He found a plastic bag he could put everything he needed until Drifter happened upon a crate beneath a case of grenades. It was a military-grade container with a handle so he could drag the heavy thing. He could barely pick it up but he opened the case and what inside made him grin.

"Cherry... you're gonna love this." He muttered as he looked at the beautiful gun. Inside the case was a pristine, tri-barreled Minigun [http://www.navweaps.com/Weapons/WNUS_50cal-GAU-19_MG_pic.jpg] with everything he needed to install it onto his car. It must have been meant to be mounted on an armored vehicle but somehow it ended up in this lady's basement. Drifter didn't want to know but right now, it was all he wanted that on Cherry. As he inspected the weapon, he overheard the others coming up with a plan.

"Just had a thought, and wanted your opinion. You wanna hit the spics first right? Well instead of 'us' hitting them...why don't we make it look like it was somebody else? Like the commies over on the west side? We let those two fuck stains beat each other to death, then come in and pop the prick that's still standing. What'd ya' think?"

"It's alright." Drifter said. "A few of us could cause a racket for the Russians while the other does the same to the Spaniards. We drive away and lead them into each other right on Main street. They crash into each other and we just clean up the mess. Just gotta steer clear of them once they come though."