Posted at 4:05 am on Jan 2, 2011 by:
Deadblood
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Wang was in his apartment watching his recently purchased TV and eating some food he brought home from the Chinese restaurant he worked for when there was a knock at his door. Letting out a sigh over the interruption, he set his carton of food down and stood up. He then walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. It was that bastard Deadblood, no doubt stopping by to question Wang about any sales he might've made recently. He considered just pretending that he wasn't home and maybe DB would leave eventually, but that had never worked before. DB seemed to always know when Wang was home.
Hesitantly, he unlocked the door and turn the knob to open it, but as soon as he turned it, the door was kicked from the other side, knocking Wang backwards onto the floor. When he looked up from his new position, he saw DB step inside and slam the door shut behind him.
Wang: "Hey, man. Err...what brings you here?"
Climbing to his feet as he waited for DB to answer, he hoped, prayed, that it wasn't about the sales. He hated this shit and the only reason DB got away with it was because he frequently threatened Wang with imprisonment, deportation, or even death if he didn't cooperate. He had no idea if DB was serious or not with those threats. He didn't even know if DB worked for or with someone or if he was just working on his own.
DB: "You know why I'm here, so why ask such a stupid question?"
Wang: "Yeah, sorry. Umm...I sold some guns, just a few pistols and a couple shotguns. And a police scanner..."
DB: "A police scanner? Who'd you sell that to?"
Wang: "I don't remember. Sorry..."
DB: "Bullshit."
DB suddenly pulled out a pistol with a silencer attached to it, pointing it right at Wang's heart. Wang immediately started backing away into the living room.
Wang: "Please, man! Don't kill me!"
DB squeezed the trigger, but not at Wang, yet. Instead, he placed three bullets in the screen of Wang's TV. Wang almost cried out in protest, but decided against it.
DB: "Give me a name or the next bullets WILL hit you."
Wang: "Okay, okay! ...Red Spyder."
DB: "Did he tell you what he wanted it for?"
Wang: "Of course not!"
Satisfied, DB put away his pistol.
DB: "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Without warning, DB then proceeded to punch Wang in the gut, knocking him back down to the floor.
DB: "See you next time."
Turning around, DB calmly walked away, reopening the door and leaving it open behind him. After cringing in pain on the floor for a couple minutes, Wang finally struggled to his feet.
Wang: "Asshole..."
Deadblood was very familiar with the man known as Red Spyder. He'd already tried to eliminate Red several times before, somehow failing to kill him each time, no matter what he did. DB was starting to wonder if it was even possible to kill him at all.
It wasn't that a man like Red owning a police scanner was odd or suspicious. DB was actually surprised that he didn't have one before now. Or maybe he did have one and it got broken somehow. That really didn't matter. What did matter was that Red was once again under DB's radar and this time, he was determined to succeed in eliminating him.
Exiting the apartment building, DB took out a cell phone and dialed in a number. After several rings, it was answered.
DB: "We need to talk."
About an hour later, Deadblood was sitting in the living of the chief of police's house, this chief of police's wife bringing her husband and DB the drinks they requested before leaving them to their discussion.
DB: "I need to borrow some of your men."
The chief wasted no time in providing an answer to that.
Chief: "No. You know I can't let you do that."
DB: "You're not even going to ask me 'why'?"
Chief: "I doubt it'll change my answer, but okay then: why?"
DB: "You know the big, bad 'Chainsaw Killer' or whatever it is they call him these days? I can get rid of him for you, if I just have some assisstance."
Chief: "You know the identity of the Chainsaw Killer?"
DB: "Yes."
Chief: "Who?"
DB: "I'll tell you if you agree to give me what I want."
Chief: "As much as I'd like for you to just get rid of him, with a high profile criminal like him, IA would be all over my ass if any word of the operation got leaked. It's too much of a risk for everyone who'd be involved. I still say 'no'. I highly advise that you tell me who he really is though."
DB: "God damn you, you senile old bastard! I'm offering you this great opportunity and you're just flushing it down the toilet!
At that, DB got to his feet and stormed out of the house. Outside, he hopped onto his motorcycle and sped away, already thinking of how he might be able to do what he wanted without the chief of police's assistance.
