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[b][color=black][u]Three Days Later; Afternoon
Outside a drug den; Fredericksburg, Texas[/u][/color][/b][/center]
The wooden door burst into splinters as my boot collided with it. I rolled through the doorway, coming to a halt in a kneel and firing off my Glocks at the three crooks before me. Their bodies spasmed violently with each round that hit them. A few shots went off behind me; I twisted around and fired off some of my own, before throwing myself behind a counter for cover. Bullets embedded themselves into the wood, my cover being torn to shreds with every passing second.

Just another Tuesday afternoon I suppose.

I jumped up onto the counter, rolling off of it and gunning down the thugs as I did so. Most of them were dead before they hit the floor; those that weren't were cut down with another shot. I heard footsteps coming from another room behind me. Leaping into the air, I twisted around as the door opened and fired as I fell to the ground. The crooks inside were mowed down in seconds.

I laid there on the floor for a minute longer. After I was sure no one was left, I picked myself up and reloaded my Glocks. Holstering them, I pulled out my M12 trench gun, keeping it at the ready as I did a sweep of the building. I was nearly finished in a few minutes, and pressed myself up against the wall of the last door. Taking in a deep breath, I shot the handle off and kicked the door open, aiming my shotgun around the room.

There was one last guy left, cowering the corner and raising his hands. [b]"D-don't shoot, holmes! I ain't armed!"[/b] He wasn't dressed like the rest of them. He was naked save for an apron to cover his modesty and latex gloves slicked with sweat on his hands. Looks like I had found the cook.

[color=black][b]"I'm gonna ask you some questions. Give me some answers I like, and I might let you off easy."[/b][/color] He nodded his head eagerly. [color=black][b]"This operation. Is this it, or is it bigger?"[/b][/color]

[b]"It's..."[/b] He hesitated for a moment before continuing. [b]"This is it. Nothing else."[/b]

[color=black][b]"Compadre, you got a pissed off vigilante aiming a scattergun at your head. You don't wanna lie to me."[/b][/color] To emphasize, I got a bit closer, pressing the barrel against his forehead.

He whimpered slightly. [b]"It's... I-it's bigger. We're run by a guy in LA. We've been expanding, this is the furthest out we are."[/b]

[color=black][b]"This guy. He got a name?"[/b][/color]

[b]"R-Raul. Raul Garcia."[/b]

[color=black][b]"Thanks for the info. Now. I'm gonna be heading to LA to deal with this and then I'll be heading back around. When I do, I'll run through here. I want you to get an honest job by the time I'm back. If you haven't?"[/b][/color] I leveled the shotgun at his knee. [color=black][b]"Bang. You got that?"[/b][/color]

He gulped. [b]"Si."[/b]

I propped the gun against my shoulder. [color=black][b]"Good. Now get your clothes on and get out of here."[/b][/color] He nodded, throwing off the apron and gathering up a pile of clothes, before running out the door. I cast a glance at the bench which was set up with a top of the line chemistry set. These weren't just unfortunates looking to make enough money to put food on the table. No, these guys were well financed.

I took a few grenades from my vest and stuck it onto the bench, before heading back into the kitchen and looking at the gas powered stove. I pulled it out into the open, grabbing the gas line and yanking it out the back. Gas began to flood into the room. I went outside, pulled a cigarette out of my pack and lit it with my lighter as I headed back to my van. After a few drags, I tossed it into an open window, waiting for what was to come...

[b][i]*KRA-KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*[/i][/b]

The drug den was engulfed in a ball of flames. I hopped into my van, started it up, and began to drive away.

Next stop? The City of Angels.
[center][hr][b][h3][color=black]ISSUE #16[/color]
WAR PIGS
[color=black]PART ONE[/color][/h3][/b][/center]