J. Cross, Manager
Richard is already behind you, he saw waht happened too and he tells you you should take hsi truck, the two of you head to Richard's truck that was parked out back and Richard slams the key into the ignition adn fires up the truck, the two of you follow very secretly behind the mysterious car and van until it leads you out to a strange back road that snakes out of the city. You follow further behind until you see the van branch up a hill towards a large house; the car continues on and makes an abrupt U-turn.
Richard manages to get his truck turned around, but as soon as you do, the car is nowhere to be seen.
"Shit, they knew we were following them."
"No matter," says Richard," We know where they are now, let's go get prepared for this shit"
"What?"
"I know a guy who'll help us with this"
You realize that ex-convicts always have friends who own weapons. So here it was. You and Richard, whom from reviewing his application a month ago, it is evident that he just got out of prison about a month ago. So it's you and an Ex-Convict. A strange team.
You weren't sure if you were ready for coming out of retirement, but innocent people's lives were at stake.
"Let's do it!" you shout
"Alright," Richard exclaims
He throws the truck into reverse, does a quick turn and the two of you are cruising back towards the city.
After a short while, you come upon a garage. Richard makes a call on his phone, and the garage opens. He rolls the truck inside, then shuts off the engine. The garage door closes, and it becomes very dark. Suddenly, the lights inside the garage flicker to life, and you realize that the garage is much bigger than it looks and you look around to see what appears to be thousands of guns, knives and ammo laying on tables and clipped to the walls, along with tool boxes and the like.
"Here we are" says Richard. "And by the way, from now on, just call me Garcia, that's what they called me in the slammer, and I sort of like it."
"okay Garcia"
At that moment, a man stepped out from a doorway and walked over towards the truck as you and Garcia got out.
"Welcome, Velcoma," the stranger said
"Thanks for all this" Garcia said.
The man introduces himself to you and states that his name is Emanuel Lopez, and from what you understand from his poor broken English, he sells guns on the black market, and apparently, that's close to the same charges Garcia got busted for. He either said that or that he "sells cars in a toilet." He is very hard to understand.
He also mentions he is an illegal immigrant bent on destroying the American economy. Well, he left that last part out, but you were sure he was... oh well.
As far as you're concerned, it doesn't matter who is helping you. These men you were after to save your employees were heavily armed. You're sure of it. Right now you didn't care what kind of help you had, as long as you had it. It was very clear that all of these weapons in this room were up for grabs as a personal favor to Garcia. IT was also clear that Lopez wasn't going anywhere with you two. HE was just going to supply.
"we have three options as far as I can see," says Lopez "First, we do bit spy... find who people is... come back... plan, then set up. Segundo, we throw many guns into truck... go in... And fuckin' kill ebreybodey. Third, we make battle plan... then move in."
You guess that's about all you can do. That's about right.
"What do you think?" Garcia asks you.
Richard manages to get his truck turned around, but as soon as you do, the car is nowhere to be seen.
"Shit, they knew we were following them."
"No matter," says Richard," We know where they are now, let's go get prepared for this shit"
"What?"
"I know a guy who'll help us with this"
You realize that ex-convicts always have friends who own weapons. So here it was. You and Richard, whom from reviewing his application a month ago, it is evident that he just got out of prison about a month ago. So it's you and an Ex-Convict. A strange team.
You weren't sure if you were ready for coming out of retirement, but innocent people's lives were at stake.
"Let's do it!" you shout
"Alright," Richard exclaims
He throws the truck into reverse, does a quick turn and the two of you are cruising back towards the city.
After a short while, you come upon a garage. Richard makes a call on his phone, and the garage opens. He rolls the truck inside, then shuts off the engine. The garage door closes, and it becomes very dark. Suddenly, the lights inside the garage flicker to life, and you realize that the garage is much bigger than it looks and you look around to see what appears to be thousands of guns, knives and ammo laying on tables and clipped to the walls, along with tool boxes and the like.
"Here we are" says Richard. "And by the way, from now on, just call me Garcia, that's what they called me in the slammer, and I sort of like it."
"okay Garcia"
At that moment, a man stepped out from a doorway and walked over towards the truck as you and Garcia got out.
"Welcome, Velcoma," the stranger said
"Thanks for all this" Garcia said.
The man introduces himself to you and states that his name is Emanuel Lopez, and from what you understand from his poor broken English, he sells guns on the black market, and apparently, that's close to the same charges Garcia got busted for. He either said that or that he "sells cars in a toilet." He is very hard to understand.
He also mentions he is an illegal immigrant bent on destroying the American economy. Well, he left that last part out, but you were sure he was... oh well.
As far as you're concerned, it doesn't matter who is helping you. These men you were after to save your employees were heavily armed. You're sure of it. Right now you didn't care what kind of help you had, as long as you had it. It was very clear that all of these weapons in this room were up for grabs as a personal favor to Garcia. IT was also clear that Lopez wasn't going anywhere with you two. HE was just going to supply.
"we have three options as far as I can see," says Lopez "First, we do bit spy... find who people is... come back... plan, then set up. Segundo, we throw many guns into truck... go in... And fuckin' kill ebreybodey. Third, we make battle plan... then move in."
You guess that's about all you can do. That's about right.
"What do you think?" Garcia asks you.