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| Vinnie's Past Pt.1 | |
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| Topic Started: Saturday, 18. August 2012, 15:01 (174 Views) | |
| Vincent Tadeu | Saturday, 18. August 2012, 15:01 Post #1 |
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1982 "Look you fuckin' prick, I don't give a shit about you. The only reason your here is because I owe your fuckin' dad one right? Now shut the fuck up and follow me. Don't do anything unless I fuckin' tell you and keep your fuckin' gob shut! Got it?" Jimmy 'Runner' Hamil was a foul mouth bruiser working for Vinnie's dad's boss Andy Oldham, the guy was little more than a hood but he was higher up the chain than Vinnie - plus he owed his dad so it was a free job. Runner needed muscle for a stickup job on the ticket office in the station - simple enough - basically all Vinnie need to do was point some peashooter around menacingly and shoot at any trouble. Apparently though Runner didn't much like Vinnie or his dad, this was a problem, Runner wasn't in a position not to like the old man and it grated on Vinnie's nerves. So this would be his first hit, they'd walk into the ticket office, Runner would start the stickup and Vinnie would cap him three times into the back - if the poor sod died then all the better he was out of the way - but even if he lived it'd still serve as an example to anyone else wanting to show Oldham's boys cheek. "You got the gun? Good, now come the fuck on we ain't got all day; I'd rather get this over and done with, get paid and get the fuck away from you." Fine by Vincent, Runner was a dick anyway and Vinnie honestly couldn't see why he didn't just pop the bastard now. He was running his mouth and disrespecting one of Oldham's own and worse he was insulting Vinnie and that pissed him off more and more. But Vinnie managed to keep his temper, now wasn't the time to explode and possibly blow the whole job; Andy had been very clear, follow Runner's instructions, keep quiet walk into the ticket office then shoot him. He didn't much like Andy but he was smart enough to know that you didn't go against the old man's orders and you certainly didn't fuck up; so Vinnie just nodded and pulled the balaclava down over his face before drawing the little snub nosed revolver he'd been given for the job. Runner nodded back and spat on the ground before climbing out of the car, Runner's mate 'Bags' was at the wheel a fat annoying idiot for whom Vinnie had no respect - Oldham said he was expendable but little else. Bags looked at Vinnie and drummed his hands against the wheel - he was to be the getaway driver, of course he had no clue that this meant to be Vinnie's getaway after Runner bit the dust. "Alright man, I'm with you." called out Vincent as he climbed from the car, keeping the revolver hidden in his jacket pocket. Runner was already heading for the station though, cocky little shit - that was it, the last straw. Vinnie spat on the ground and opened fire BANG, BANG, BANG! Three shots hit Runner in quick succession and he fell like a sack of spuds and hit the deck. Bags was already having a double take, fumbling to get out of the car and make a run for it but Vinnie was too quick BANG, BANG! Two more shots, this time spraying Bags' brains against the passenger side window of the old estate. People were already panicking and running about in confusion, Vinnie fired the last shot in the pistol into the air before dropping it and making a run for it. Bags sat leaning his head against the wheel of the car, over the horn causing it to blare out into the street; blood and viscera dripping from the large exit wounds in the left side of his head. Blood, bone and brain matter gently slid down the glass of the window opposite and a bright spray of loose blood droplets clung to the inside of the windshield. The cigarette he'd just lit had already caught on the floor mats and the fire was starting to spread up onto the seat itself. Runner meanwhile lay in a pool of his own blood, a traumatized parking attendant covered in his blood stood shivering from fear as he looked down at the corpse before him even as the blood spread in a steadily expanding puddle. Anthony Alexander was a wealthy man of contradictory pleasures. Even has his instincts screamed at him against the little flares and sparks at the end of his cigarette; and the flames rose from the drivers seat of the nearby cars he inhaled deeply, savouring the flavour of the smoke - a heady mix of tobacco and burning flesh. You just coulding't find this sort of quality very often anymore. Lowering the nearly burnt out cigarette from his mouth he flicked it into the pool of blood that extended from his mole in Oldham's organisation. Hamil hadn't been that bright and even Anthony hadn't liked but all the same it was an annoyance that he was dead. Stepping forward he crushed the cigarette end into the ground beneath the blood with his heel and stepped over the corpse to where the parking attendant knelt blubbering. What a pain, but that boy, that boy with the gun was the kind of kid he could work with. |
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