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Burning Bridges

Burning Bridges Part One

Copyright © 2016 by Wolfen Saunderson

All Rights Reserved

Hyena Press

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Emma

 

“So, how are you doing on this whole ‘community cleanup’ gig?” My father in law, Flint Gisselbrecht inquired in his usual slightly overprotective way; which wasn’t really at all uncommon, considering he now worked as the recently promoted head chief of Philadelphia’s finest. It was a really damn good thing that practically from a pup all the way up, I had always had the innate reputation of being a damn near perfect liar of which I had now frequently converted into a regular tool of the trade; considering however my now widow father in law reacted every time he caught even so much as a whiff of the word “gang” in either one of our vocabulary around him. “Can’t talk too much on that now, daddy-o.” I replied promptly. “Got some pretty important bidness to handle and carry out right now. Catch ya later.” He bid me his usual farewell in return, and I abruptly ended the call as Donna smoothly pulled the car into our main destination of Chester Hill where our new and final target right before her majesty’s doorstep was located. We each exited the car one by one, and armed up with our always eclectic assortment of various military grade assault weapons and recently purchased combat armor before I took point and led us right up the front door of the rather sweet and classy looking old Victorian style mansion as Jenni brutally kicked it in. Almost in a swift instant, the two or three coyote guards posted in the main living room area all leapt up off the sofa in utter shock and surprise, and were just about to stupidly go for their guns as usual, only for us to quickly gain the upper hand and put them down hard with a near borage of bullets from my UMP .45 and all of our many other weapons straight into their torsos and craniums galore before inching forward into the next few corridors of the estate; searching high and low for even the slightest signs of our new intended target, Morgan Gresley. “Wow. Only three foot soldiers and not a single sign of a surprise attack?” Wolfen pondered intuitively, slightly pacing the room a bit in thought. “Hmm. The bastards definitely aren’t using even half of the typical guerilla warfare tactics of the street we all thought they were.” “Yeah, well, let’s not jump to too many conclusions yet, hon.” I cut in in reply. “We’re still only just getting started here.”

 

Burning Bridges Part Two

Copyright © 2016 by Wolfen Saunderson

All Rights Reserved

Hyena Press

[email protected]

 

Jenni

 

“Would you like a drink?” No one other than Cody fucking Makle himself had the complete and utter audacity to even think of asking as the rest of my crew and I returned to our local Silver Shadow’s establishment and heatedly stepped inside. “Hard or soft? Or has a bit of a shot or two every now and then become somewhat of a taboo in you and your laughing stock here’s culture; more so like their whole existence over on our land and all to begin with.” “Was that in all seriousness? Because that sounded like a rather hylarious joke to me. I’m so gonna love to make you shit out those words, you shoe shining bastard.” I snarled, baring my teeth; the lips on my muzzle now fully pulled back into a dark and highly contentious snarl. “Let’s not forget the well proven fact that us hyenadae ain’t at all the only ones who the bastards you’re selling out to said quote unquote, ‘don’t belong here’.” “Perhaps,” He agreed. “But, I’ve still got one hell of a score to settle with you pusses.” In less than the blink of an eye and just about equally as deadly as a heart attack, the baseball sized glass he’d been sipping from suddenly sailed forcefully from his hand, and nearly clipped my little brother, Wolfen smack square in the forehead, had he not made a timely and successful duck before it abruptly shattered into pieces on the wall behind him. “You sonuva bitch!” I growled ferociously before making a sudden bum rush forward, slamming nearly all of my heavily muscled form into his almost equally stacked house of solid brick, and beginning to send a special delivery of the good old and ever so familiar one two punch combination directly to his muzzle and jaw. At that moment, both Donna and Wolfen graciously stepped up, along with Jewel, Jessica and all of the members of GTP as well; each beginning to steadily get in line for their own round of an old fashioned ass whooping against the Rottweiler Jewel sickly once knew as her former grand dragon and stepfather before the doors behind us burst open, and Addison, Leslie along with the rest of my other homies from the Philadelphia five-o rushed in with guns drawn to immediately take full custody of the sick fucker and cart him away to his official new home of Shady Hallow maximum security penitentiary.

 


Burning Bridges

The fight to take down one of the east coast's most notorious criminal syndicates draws nearer and nearer to a satisfying close. This time in the current news, we find new pack Alpha, Emma and the rest of the crew secretly scoping out an old mansion in the remote community of Chester Hill, constantly on the lookout for another high value target of theirs closer than ever to inglorious Uzi leader Cody Makle, only to come up with a little something a whole lot more than they had originally bargained for.

  • Author: Wolfen Saunderson
  • Published: 2016-05-01 05:50:10
  • Words: 868
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