Thread: The Extreme Path [GD x Penitency]

The patter of rain falling unto the hood of his flowing coat only reminded Vincent Graves of the damage industrialization had on the city of Prosperity. Overcrowding had forced much of the populace to build closer, tighter, and more upright than ever before. Trash swept over grimy streets. Neon advertisements attached to the sides of buildings, bridges, or walkways were also joined by moving holograms of busty women selling product. If anyone thought Las Vegas had been sin city years ago, they had not seen what the seedy underworld had done to Prosperity many decades later. Nothing could match the amount of corruption and bloodletting the city currently encountered on a daily basis. Despite having much more advanced tech, the population center was worse for wear as the rich took advantage of their status while the poor only got their nose rubbed further into the dirt. At one point, every ruling family within the city limits were murdering for power. Each of them sabotaged one another in a dog eat dog world. However, after so much war, some began to find solace in a temporary alliance. A time to lick wounds. While the Bloodsaws saw this a time of opportunity - a time where they could make up for all the lost ground, the Gaumond and Koskov Families decided to put their hostilities in storage. Instead of fighting one another, the two families took it as a time to join forces to rid of the Bloodsaws once and for all. Everyone know the alliance was merely for this end, yet, none seemed to dare betray that bond. No one wanted the endless violence. They only wanted the credits that came with peace. However, to earn it, they had to remove the red jackets. They had to be weakened. Vincent wasn't all too happy being paired with a hitwoman from the Gaumond family, but he had no choice. He tossed his cigarette to the floor before slamming a thick boot upon it. Grinding out the cigarette, Vince called through the interlinked coms, only to get little response. Vince shook his head and blew the remaining smoke from the corner of his warm lips. It slowly spiraled around his head and hoodie as if the muscular Adonis was the devil himself. Stepping from under the shadow of the alley nearby, Vincent clutched unto a combat shotgun between both hands. His boots audibly splashed up the puddles beneath them that had developed from endless days of rain. Even his flowing black trench was covered in dripping water at this rate. Underneath he wore a vest which ran over the large expanse of his pectorals and broad shoulders. Jeans clung to tree-trunk sized thighs, with a multitude of belts buckled around his waist. A holster sat tight to his right thigh under the flow of his coat. Blue eyes examined the chaos before him as he marched through the alley and toward the gunfire up ahead. It seemed like Nolla was already going at it with the red jackets. His footsteps drew more haste now as he tried to get into the fray before it ended. With their coms severed due to her actions, Vincent charged in. His shotgun was lifted up against his shoulder and aimed at the nearest goon holding a box of vials. The goon yelled out, putting the box down in the back of the truck before stumbling for his handgun in the waistband of his pants. Before he could even get a hold on the weapon, Vincent pulled the trigger and unloaded a slug through his chest. A hole was made and blood splashed across the floor boards of the opened truck as the body hit it, and then slammed unto the floor stomach-down. Vince pumped the shotgun with one hand, sending an empty casing tumbling across the floor as he took aim at a gun with his sidearm raised in direction of Nolla's hiding spot. He was blinding firing toward where the shots had been coming from, letting Vince sneak up on him. Another shotgun blast joined the commotion, sending the goon flying face first into the ground. A bloody red streak followed his body across the floor until he came to a stop. The pounding rain above began to wash away the evidence as Ryker continued to tell his men to fire in her direction. That's when the man noticed Vincent near the truck, pumping a new round into his weapon. Ryker quickly turned his sidearm to Vincent and squeezed off a few rounds. This forced Vincent to grunt as he turned his back to the truck. Mashing his large shoulder blades to the aluminum opposite of Ryker, Vincent cursed under his breath as the rain came heavy and sideways. Ryker did the same, loading his sidearm now as he peered around the corner. Not seeing Vince poke his head out, Ryker began to slowly creep his way toward the other end of the truck as he shouted under the thunder crackling overhead, There's TWO of you, HUH!?