J. Cross, Manager
"I say we just take all this shit here, and go fuck everyone at that mansion with some lead!"
"But what about your co-workers?" asks Garcia.
"Well, we'll jsut have to be really careful not to shoot them while we're kicking major ass."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Do you know who I fucking am?!" you shout, "I did this every goddamn day of my life, now shut the fuck up, strap yourself with as many guns as you can carry, adn then throw the rest in the bed of the truck!"
Along with Lopez and Garcia's help, you manage to barricade yourselves with at least seven weapons each and your clothes feel a bit heavy, but the adrenaline for killing has set in. You've never thought this irrationally in your life. You knew this was a stupid idea, but you thought that maybe, it would work.
Lopez helps you load the rest of the weapons i nthe truck which you then place a brown, slick, tarp over to not notify any police of your cargo.
The garage seems empty now, adn the back end of the truck is almost touchign the ground from all the weight in the bed. This was all or nothing. No fooling around with plans or recon or anything, just one straight run up to the mansion, kill everything, get the co-workers back.
At least, it seems like it will work...
"But what about your co-workers?" asks Garcia.
"Well, we'll jsut have to be really careful not to shoot them while we're kicking major ass."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Do you know who I fucking am?!" you shout, "I did this every goddamn day of my life, now shut the fuck up, strap yourself with as many guns as you can carry, adn then throw the rest in the bed of the truck!"
Along with Lopez and Garcia's help, you manage to barricade yourselves with at least seven weapons each and your clothes feel a bit heavy, but the adrenaline for killing has set in. You've never thought this irrationally in your life. You knew this was a stupid idea, but you thought that maybe, it would work.
Lopez helps you load the rest of the weapons i nthe truck which you then place a brown, slick, tarp over to not notify any police of your cargo.
The garage seems empty now, adn the back end of the truck is almost touchign the ground from all the weight in the bed. This was all or nothing. No fooling around with plans or recon or anything, just one straight run up to the mansion, kill everything, get the co-workers back.
At least, it seems like it will work...