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The Uzis

The Uzis

Copyright © 2016 by Penny Tawret

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The Uzis

Chapter One

“The more things change, the more they stay the same.” That’s what my mother used to always say. Even through much turmoil growing up on the poorest side of the Cherry Hill neighborhood in this grand city of Baltimore, she always managed to look on the brighter side of things and stay positive even when it felt as though our family’s world was shattering in pieces around us. As one of the very few servals running with the Potee Street Uzis gang and in the neighborhood overall, respect was my number one top priority. “Ah. Brother Thomas.” My dearest friend Humphrey Higgins greeted as I stepped through the main door of the old clubroom. “So nice to have you with us again, my compadre.” Humphrey was our leader and founder, Cody Makle’s second in command and our group’s sharpshooter. He was always there and at the top of his game whenever you needed a job done and any threats dealt with both quickly and quietly. Unless you happened to get on his bad side, he was always a pretty jovial and docile wolf with tawny colored fur and an icy blue left eye for which we aptly nicknamed him “Ice”. He wore a black pirate themed patch over his right one and never once told us how he lost it, said it was too sensitive of a topic for him to discuss. As for me, Thomas Weston, I was the group’s point man. Any job that needed to be done, big or small, I was there and always went in fast and hard mostly guns ablaze. I was the one to always make damn sure our soldiers got both in and out all the same; safe and still all in one piece. “Humphrey, my good man!” I responded, giving him the group’s signature secret brotherly like paw shake. “Damn good to see you too, brotha. What’s been cracking over in your little corner of the world?” “Oh, just same old, same old.” He said. “Went up to my hometown in Detroit to visit some family there. Nothing special. Just glad that I can finally be back here with you guys where my heart is.” “Yeah. No doubt, brotha.” I replied. “No doubt.” “Hey. Aren’t you guys forgetting about me?” A familiar voice quipped. “Don’t forget me.” Said another behind it. Just then, the two important heads of our group themselves, Cody Makle and Jessica Burdell padded down the old rickety wooden stairs into the clubroom and soon made their appearances known. Jessica was a peppy mountain lion from California and Cody was a rather wild and crazy Rottweiler from the suburbs of the Columbia area just a few miles south of the city. “Alright, guys.” Jessica began, her blue green eyes glistening with distaste about the topic she was beginning to discuss with us. “You’re not gonna like this. As you know, the Kings have been unwelcomely treading on turf that was once rightfully ours over on Waterview Avenue just two years ago.” “Those slippery fuckers.” Humphrey growled, baring his teeth. Jessica continued. “We let our guard down the first time but rest assure you it will not happen again. We will take the fight directly to them and definitely show all of those assholes what it feels like to lose and be at the bottom of the food chain.” “Fuck yeah!” Humphrey and I agreed in unison and saddled up with the rest of the crew, grabbing our weapons and high grade armored vests before heading out to Cody’s Escalade parked in the lot outside.

Chapter Two

Humphrey

We gently cruised between the neat rows of buildings down the long narrow section of road toward Waterview and kept our weapons locked and loaded as we steadily neared the bunkhouse for the now eastern branch of the Kings. “Alright.” Jessica began. “Here’s the plan. The very moment that one of those fuckers steps out, waste em. No one and I mean no one leaves this whole place alive.” “Gotchya, boss girl.” I answered affirmatively and looked carefully down the ACOG scope of my MP5, patiently getting eyes on the main door of the small three story structure. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, the first Kings member finally came into view and slowly treaded up the stairs onto the nearby sidewalk, seemingly unaware of the present danger awaiting him. Perfect. “Alright, you motherfuckers.” I said in almost a whisper under my breath. “Come and get some.” At Jessica’s command, I brought up my MP5 to aim and squeezed off three burst rounds right into the coyote’s upper torso and neck, rendering him down and out almost instantly. Just as soon as he went down, the others scrambled like ants to see who had dropped him and figure out what in the blue blazes was going on but before any of them could even have a chance to think, Thomas, Jessica, Cody, and I all opened fire and put a borage of bullets into each one of the Kings coyotes until soon there was nothing but a mess of bloody corpses scattered all throughout the sidewalks of the whole avenue and nothing but the sound of a pin drop could be heard. From out of the ashes, stepped out the rather inglorious asshole at the very head of their treacherous crew himself, Rudolf Kane. Jessica raised her AR-15 upon his approach and was just about to fire a shot aimed directly for his head when Cody suddenly stopped her. “Not yet, sisty.” He said, placing a paw on her shoulder. “Not yet.” “Well, if it isn’t the infamous Cody Makle and his lapdogs here to shut me down.” Kane purred in an oily voice. “You know, I’d really love to stick around and maybe have a friendly chat but I’ve got things to do, maybe a few places to hit up which is why I kindly say for once that this turf is now officially yours. But just know, you may have one the battle but this war is definitely far from over as I’m sure most of you could probably guess. Tata now, ladies.” And with that he turned and slowly headed down the alley to a car on the corner and disappeared down the still quiet street onto Cherry Hill road leading downtown while the rest of us watched in pure abhorrence and disgust. Thomas sucked his teeth. “Man, I really can’t wait till we clock that fucker.” He said angrily. “Soon, brother.” Cody replied. “Soon.”

Chapter Three

Humphrey

After some time of lazing around and basking in the glorious silence of victory over at the clubhouse, we got a new job from Cody and Jessica about a deal we were supposed to be making with a buyer over in downtown for some pure Columbian grade coco in exchange for some fast cash in which we were currently unsure of the amount but had to be more than enough for some goods like these. We made our way over to a nearby alley way over on Aliceanna Street and just as planned, found our buyer waiting right there for us upon our arrival. “Ten million, as we agreed.” The husky said, flashing us a briefcase full of the grip. “You got the goods?” “Of course.” Cody replied as he handed over the five bricks of coke slowly to the husky. However, the husky oddly did not let go of the cash. Instead, he gave us a rather hard stare and said slowly, “You know, I believe we may have just one slight problem with a little arrangement.” “Oh? And what might that be?” Thomas asked curiously. “BPD, motherfuckers!” The husky answered, flashing a shiny badge and pulling a Glock from somewhere under his jacket. Before anyone could even think of a proper reaction, I drew my sig sauer P2022 pistol faster than the drop of a hat and put two rounds into the one time’s skull before turning quickly on my heels and making my way with my comrades to Cody’s Escalade at the end of the alley with the money just as the sound of sirens steadily approached in the distance.

Chapter Four

Humphrey

We spent the rest of our time back at the clubhouse counting every penny of the money which was surprisingly real and dividing it up equally amongst each other, making sure every one of us present in the room received a cut. We had just finished lining our wallets and chatting about what all we would do with our shares when there was suddenly a bit of commotion outside to which Thomas and I stepped out front and looked around for only to see two black four door sedans pulling up and out stepped around five to nine Kings coyotes armed to the teeth with nines and AKs. We grabbed cover behind the nearest object as fast as we could as a borage of bullets was soon hurling our way and Cody and the Jessica carefully and quickly ran out to join into the action about a moment or so later. I peeked out from behind the nearby wall we’d been using as cover and instantly began picking off the coyotes one by one with my P2022 pistol as Thomas and the others opened fire as well, taking a few well-placed shots at them until finally the gunfire had stopped and the fight seemed to just about over as Thomas slowly but surely made his way out onto the deadly silent street. After making damn sure they were dead, he was just on his way back to us when Cody yelled out, “Brother, behind you!” At the last second, he turned around; only to be met with another black car rolling up slowly beside him and the passenger’s side window slowly rolling down to reveal Rudolf Kane armed with a Mac 10 submachine gun to which he turned on Thomas and put three to five rounds into his chest and torso. “No!!” I yelled as slowly fell to his knees just as the car sped off and turned quickly down the block, disappearing from view. We rushed over to him and turned him over onto his back to begin tending to his wounds but it was already too late. My best friend who’d been through thick and thin with me for years ever since we were small, was now declared history.

Vengeance Rising

The Uzis

Chapter One

Jessica

A lot has changed since the loss of our late, great companion in our good old organization. A few new additions to our crew, and the constant thirst for revenge was forever raging like a wildfire in our bellies for our recently departed. Among some of the new recruits were a few familiar figures such as Samantha Weston, Thomas’s sister, and Chris Zenter who was a mud brown wolf who happened to live in my same neighborhood back when I was living in Frisco and unknown to me for a while, had been living here ever since he moved in with his aunt nearly four years ago. That being said, Cody and I had both planned a very special initiation mission just for them. We made our way south down Chase Street in Cody’s Escalade right down into Kings territory where we soon found the manor of their inglorious leader, Rudolf Kane. Just as planned, I simultaneously handed each of them a grenade from the glove compartment up front and within only a moment’s notice, they pulled the pins and chucked them almost at the same time through the upstairs window of the coyote’s large estate and soon the fireworks began. Seconds later, the shit hit the fan and the bullets started flying as a slew of Kings Coyotes began flooding out of the large house and into the courtyard, spraying at us from all sides. I aimed down the red dot sight of my AR-15 and immediately began picking off each of the coyotes one by one along with Bennett and the rest of the crew as Cody slammed on the gas and got us the hell out of dodge quick and quietly before anyone could even whisper a word.

Chapter Two

Jessica

We pulled up outside the large Bank Of America building on Lafayette Avenue and made sure our weapons were all locked and loaded before taking in a few deep breaths to ready up as we stepped out of the Escalade and began to slowly make our way toward the double doors of the main entrance. “Alright.” I said, affixing the black ski mask and goggles to my face and slowly pulling back the charging handle on my AR-15. “Everybody know the game plan?” All of my comrades around me nodded their heads affirmatively and Humphrey responded with, “The usual?” “You got it.” I answered. He nodded and grabbed his sniper rifle. “Roger. Taking up overwatch.” “Okay, ya’ll.” I said. “Time to earn us some bread.” “Everyone get down on the floor now!” Cody yelled out as we burst in through the front door, guns focused carefully on the three tellers and security guard in front of us. “Ya’ll know what this is now lay down nice and easy and everybody walks outta here all in one piece.” Sam and Cody kept a close eye on them while Chris and I gradually made our way back to safe room where after blasting open the vault door with some carefully placed C4, we stormed inside and immediately began cramming our rucksacks with oodles and noodles of cash wads until they were nearly piled sky high to the top and practically overflowing with the grip. We turned and were just making our way toward the exit door at the main entrance when we heard sirens approaching from the outside. “Alright,” Cody said, annoyed. “Who was the wise ass that hit the panic button?” No one answered. I then raised my AR-15 and put bullets in nearly every one of the four souls that were still sprawled out just as we’d demanded them on the floor, making extra sure to get one to the head on the security guard that had made an attempt at going for his gun at the last second right after I downed one of the tellers. We made a break for the exit doors but before we could even get more than two and a half feet outside, Baltimore’s finest had already shown up on scene and approached us with their guns drawn, barking out orders for us to drop everything in our paws and get down on the ground before zero. You know, the typical five o routine like you see in the movies and shit. We stood there and stared each other down for what seemed like nearly an eternity but before anyone could even think of making a move, a single shot rang out from the distance to our left and within a matter of seconds, one of the cop’s heads was suddenly reduced to nothing but a red, bloody mess. The same thing eventually happened to his partner and then the one in front of me until soon the only living souls that happened to be out on that street corner at the time were only us four. “That should do it, guys.” Humphrey voiced over the radio. “You can work your way towards me now and we can begin making our clear and grand escape.” “God bless you, man.” I replied. “Sure is a damn good thing to have you on the team.” We made our way over to the fire escape of a nearby building where Humphrey quickly clambered down and hopped into the back seat of Cody’s Escalade where we then got the hell out of dodge before anyone could even take the time to notice a thing that went down.

Chapter Three

Humphrey

We spent the whole rest of the night celebrating our recent victories at our most favored establishment, Buddy’s Bar and Grill just on the corner of Lexington. By the time we all returned to the clubhouse, we did so tipsy and yet still ready to part on. As for me, I was up for a little down time and calling it a night. After spending some time counting the many wads of Benjamins we’d collected from our most recent heist, Cody jumped to his feet off the little reclining chair he’d been sitting on in the corner and headed toward the door with the rest of the crew. He stopped about half way and then turned to me. “Hey, Humph. You deserve a little break. Why don’t you come on over to my place for a while? We’ve got merlot.” “Nah. I think I’m gonna catch up on a little shut eye for a while.” I responded. “I’ll catch up with you night owls later.” “Suit yourself, homie.” He answered. “See you then.” They left and I was soon greeted by the comforting silence of an empty house and took it as an opportunity to wash up with a long, hot shower and get dressed in my night clothes consisting of a sleeveless tee and some sweatpants to begin drifting off into a quiet and tranquil sleep. I wasn’t able to slumber that deeply for long because about ten or twenty minutes after my head hit the pillow of my bed, the doorbell rang. I drowsily rose to my feet and slowly made my way over to the door and yanked it open, only to reveal the very bane of mine and my comrades’ existence, Rudolf Kane and two of his other coyotes awaiting me on my doorstep. “Yoohoo.” He purred in his usual oily tone. “Did ya miss me?” Before I could even do a thing to react, one of his men stepped forward and held a dark colored cloth up to my face which had a rather peculiar odor and within a few seconds, the world soon turned blurry and faded into black nothingness around me.

The Rumble

Chapter One

Samantha

After a long night of partying and hitting up the club once over on Lafayette, we returned back to our home sweet home of Humphrey’s basement or better yet known as our clubhouse, to check up on our dearest companion and maybe catch up on the latest Orioles or Nats game before hitting the sack. When we arrived, I began to almost immediately notice something peculiar and rather unsettling as Humphrey’s front door was swung wide open as we stepped inside and began calling out his name to notify him of our return. When none of us received an answer, my fur then began to stand on end and we all began to get a wave of suspicion washing over us as we searched every nook and cranny of the house for our comrade but unfortunately found it barren. The TV was on playing the latest Wizards game on ESPN and back in Humphrey’s room his clothes from the days before were left in a heap on all sides of the room and even more disturbing, there was an unmarked envelope placed conveniently in the frame of the mirror above the dresser. In it was a letter with the words “I’ve got your man. Guess who. I’m still around. Catch me if you can.” Written in red ink and signed by none other than mister sunshine on my shoulders, Rudolf Kane. Fuck me. I thought with a heavy sigh. We’ve been bamboozled. “What’s wrong?” Jessica asked, most likely seeing the pained expression present on my face. I sighed again and then turned to look at her slowly, angrily crumpling up the message I was holding in my paw. “A war was just declared.”

Chapter Two

Humphrey

I ran. Ran as fast as my legs could carry me from the old factory complex they thought they could hold me at on Annapolis road and continued on until I finally found a single car at the end of the street in a nearby alley. With my pursuers still hot on my tail, I smashed the window as fast as I possibly could and hopped inside to begin the rather simple hotwiring process which for me took only about a few seconds to complete. I got the engine started and practically slammed my foot on the gas pedal as I sped down the almost barren late night streets of downtown toward the clubhouse. When I arrived, I found my compatriots huddled together in front of the television watching late night sports and the all looked rather surprised but yet still delighted and relieved to see me as I quickly stepped in. “Humphrey! Thank god.” Jessica sighed, jumping to her feet off the couch. “How’d you make it back here so fast? We were all so worried if we’d ever see you alive again.” “I held my own.” I responded rapidly. “But right now, there’s no time to fully explain. King troops are on their way here and they’re most likely gonna tear this whole place apart in order to get to me.” “Fuck that. Not while I’m around.” Chris piped up. “Right behind you, brotha.” Sam agreed. “I think we should bring the fight right to them, once and for all.” We all agreed and dashed down the stairs to the clubroom to arm up. I grabbed my scoped MP5 and hurried with the rest of the group back up the stairs and out the front door, grabbing the nearest cover behind the picket fence just as the sound of SUV tires could be heard screeching to a halt in the parking lot followed by doors opening and slamming shut. I peered over the fence through the scope of my weapon and got the head of one of the coyotes carefully aligned in my sights before gently squeezing the trigger and unloading four carefully controlled rounds of hot lead into his skull, taking him out almost instantaneously. The others whipped around at the sound of the shots and were just about to return fire on us when Jessica quickly downed another two with her AR-15 along with Chris, Sam, and Cody opening fire on the rest of them and effectively making every round count as the remaining few coyotes standing dropped to the ground and the whole street was soon nothing but a mess of bloody and lifeless corpses scattered all throughout the now silent residential complex. When we were sure that the area was completely clear, we slowly rose up from our positions on the fence and made our way quickly inside the clubhouse to stay concealed from the approaching blues and plan our next move which would take us at least one step closer right under the nose of the so called big man himself.

Chapter Three

Samantha

We moseyed our way on over to Pennsylvania Avenue and pulled into the lot of the local Mile high club over on the south end of the strip. Word out on the street and beyond was the club was owned by one of Kane’s top lieutenants and we were going to give both him and associates a little warm reception and soon get him out of the picture before his boss or anyone else around could even have the slightest idea of knowing. We silently strolled through the main entrance of the club, which surprisingly had no bouncers guarding the doors, and slowly pushed our way through the many crowds of patrons to the halls of the backstage entrance. We turned the corner and found the door to a small office at the end of the hall. After Jessica knifed one of the guards in the back of his neck with her bowie and I took down the other with a swift neck break, we then came face to face with our target, Lizzy McCormack and Jessica quickly smacked the Glock out of her paw as she forced it painfully behind her back and quickly removed the black nylon back from her back pocket and placed it over her head. “What the fuck?” She exclaimed. “What are you doing?” “Taking you for a little ride.” Cody said, motioning for us to bring her out. “Oh god.” She said as we ushered her down the aisle and out the rear exit to the parking lot. “I’d recognize that voice anywhere. You’re…” “Shut up and get in.” I ordered, binding her paws up with rope and forcing her into the back seat of the Escalade. We pulled off and drove casually down the nearly desolate midnight streets all the way to the waterfront district of the inner harbor where we stopped at what I guess you could call a remote part near the water’s edge. Chris and I yanked McCormack out of the back seat and Cody and Jessica went around the back of the car to grab the long metal chain with a heavy cinderblock at the end and wrapped it tightly and securely around her waist, all while leaving the bag still affixed to her head to perfectly obscure her vision. “Please.” She pleaded as we practically dragged her toward the waterfront. “Why don’t you just do me a big favor and let me go, huh? I’ll do anything. I’ll give you all whatever you want.” I just simply laughed darkly at her rather ridiculous request and answered, “This is what I want, sweet cheeks. Seeing you and you’re whole pack of fleebags squirm and suffer in silence is the one true thing that’s like sweet music to my ears. Tata, Miss Lizz.” I kicked the cinderblock into the water and watched with sheer pleasure as Lizzy McCormack was soon dragged down with it into the black depths of the harbor below.

The Rumble Part Two

Chapter One

Chris

We once again returned to the corner of Pennsylvania Avenue near the edge of downtown, this time to see if we could maybe get the last few bricks of coco we still had left over from our previous sale off our paws and maybe cut a deal with some of our allies from the Blood Hounds over on the south side. We steadily made our way into the residential complex and parked the Escalade at the last house at the end of the street that seemed the most barren and desolate in comparison to the others which were mostly abandoned due to Gentrification. I led the way walking up to the door and proceeded with the knock only fellow Uzis and our allies would be able to recognize. “What’s the passphrase?” A familiar voice behind the door asked. “Ice, ice, baby.” I replied before hearing the lock being taken off the door and having it swing open to reveal the proud and strong leader of the Blood Hounds and my dearest friend, Jason Summerset welcoming me and the rest of the crew inside. Jason was a kind but also fierce-hearted German Shepherd who was originally a neighbor of mine when my I first moved to Baltimore from the suburbs about two years ago before I joined the Uzis and he was just a lieutenant of his own gang at the time before his previous leader met her end at some coyote and wolf trying to play hero. He led us down the stairs to the basement of the house where we met the rest of his crew and began to discuss our plans for business. “You got the bricks, bro?” He said, his chocolate brown eyes glistening in anticipation. “Every kilo of em.” I answered with a soft smile in return. “Only question now is: you got the grip?” “Of course.” He said. “You know my boys and I, we never let our mates down.” At the snap of his finger, one of his men, a stocky Shiba Inu stepped forth carrying a briefcase which I was pretty sure was filled with just well over fifty mill and handed it over to me. “We appreciate your business.” I said gratefully. “But that itself is not all why we’re here.” “Speak on it, my friend.” Jason answered. I began to slowly explain to him about the Kings and how they had basically always been a constant thorn in our asses ever since day one of running these streets but before I could go any further, he interjected and replied, “Say no more, brotha. You and I both appear to share the same first world problems. My crew and I want Rudolf Kane dead almost just as much as you do but it definitely won’t be easy. He’s a hard bastard and has pretty much more assets all over the city that you can shake a stick at. You’re definitely in for one hell of a show.” “All the more reason for collaborations, right?” Sam suggested. “We should all stick together on this and bring out the big guns to hit him where it really hurts, show him that we’re the ones who run this town and what happens to the foolish saps who try and fuck with us.” “You got some real fire in you, girl.” Jason replied. “I like that. And I think I know just how we can begin.” He began to tell us that we should hurry and head down south to Kane’s weed plantation in Landsdowne where we could be in and out of there quickly to destroy it before anyone could even bat an eye, thus crippling most of his distribution operations by fifty percent. It would soon be crunch time before we knew it. We grabbed all the tools for the trade and headed out with Jason and his crew out of the city down to the dirty, dirty south right into the heart of predominantly feline country.

Chapter Two

Chris

“Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed, staring in awe at the field in front of me. “There’s enough loud here to make blunts for miles around the world.” Our newest member of the group, Morgan Gresley said, as equally mortified. “No shit.” I answered. “And I’m walking on cloud nine just looking at it all.” Morgan was a stark gray furred coywolf who I’ve spent a majority of my time with and actually both grew up and went to elementary school with while living with my parents in the Footed Ridge area of Columbia. I don’t know what it was but we’ve always had this sort of special bond between the two of us that seemed unbreakable all the way until we got up to high school in which we both dropped out in eleventh grade and didn’t see each other for quite some time until now. “No time for talk now, guys.” Jessica reminded us. “Right now, we’ve just gotta focus on getting this done and get it done quick.” “You got it, boss.” Morgan saluted and passed over a couple of Molotov’s to me before retrieving them from the back of the Escalade. We wasted no time in chucking each and every last one of them until soon the whole field from acre to acre was ignited and the scent of freshly grown cannabis could be detected for miles on end and anyone standing within a fifteen meter radius would get one hell of a buzz high. Of course, no job we ever went on came without its share of assholes trying to ruin all the fun as right when had finished setting the last of the crops ablaze, a group of leopards who I assumed were the hired mercenaries posted to guard the stuff began flooding out of the nearby ramshackle looking house and past the burning field with their guns blazing as we dove for cover behind our Escalade. I aimed down the red dot site of my AK-47 and returned fire, hitting two of the leopards in the face and downing another two with shots to the chest and torso. When it was finally deemed clear, we boarded the Escalade and quickly hightailed it the fuck out of there back to the clubhouse to prepare for what would soon be the best damn fight of our lives.

Chapter Three

Chris

A little while later, we decided to head on back over to Pennsylvania Avenue to chill and kick it with our Blood Hounds homies for a little while before our big night. We were all sprawled out in various places around the broad living room shooting the shit with each other and having the occasional blunt or two when my ears suddenly picked up the sound of car engines followed by a loud screeching of tires outside. “Shit.” I said, leaping quickly to my feet off the leather sofa and dashing over to grab my AK propped against the wall. “Looks like Christmas’s come early.” Without even a moment of second thought, we darted up the stairs to the two bedrooms overlooking the front of the house and after picking a window began laying down heavy fire on the hordes of Kings that approached the house, spraying a shit ton of bullets at us that all somehow managed to miss their mark and only shatter the seemingly reinforced glass in the large window pane. I took aim with my AK and hit two of the coyotes in both the head and throat and then took out another two with one straight to the eye and another directly to the temple before ducking behind the nearby wall to reload. When the smoke cleared, the king of all assholes himself, Rudolf Kane finally emerged from the back seat of his banana yellow hummer like the coward he was and began to slowly make his way up to house, clapping slowly like a mad man and stopping just a few feet from my window to speak. “Congratulations, fellas.” He said in his usual gruff, oily voice. “You all have indeed won the battle but the war is still far from over. I’m the only one left now and I sure as hell ain’t going down without a fight. So come on now, you turkeys. Come on out here and finish the job.” “With great fucking pleasure.” I growled, raising my AK and then putting round after round into Kane’s chest and torso until the magazine was finally empty and I could no longer fire. He slowly dropped down to his knees, coughing and gurgling on his own blood from where two of the rounds had hit him in the throat and fell forward face down in a pool of red. Morgan went out and placed a paw on his neck and once she made the confirmation that he was dead, we all lowered our weapons and casually headed back down the stairs to the living room to celebrate with another blunt or two and drinks on the house to commemorate a job well done.


The Uzis

  • ISBN: 9781370008643
  • Author: Penny Tawret
  • Published: 2016-07-21 05:35:11
  • Words: 5883
The Uzis The Uzis