Thread: Life Is Not A Joke [Closed]

RE Life Is Not A Joke RevengexThomasRHellsing Thomas felt, well a rush honestly. The young man knew he needed to do this, he knew it was necessary. He'd been working his ass of for the Saints for almost two years now. Shit was pretty much always hitting the fan, but when you were 6' 11, 280 pounds of muscles, and the son of a hooker and a low level made man destiny tended to set paths. Thomas knew he was massive, one of the few luxuries his mother had been able to afford him was boxing lessons with a friend of his old mans. The coach had always said strength didn't matter without speed, and thus Thomas had made sure to stay nimble and quick. He'd fallen in with the Saints when he was in 6th grade, The Boss has come to tell him a scummy Rounin has killed his mother in a drive by, and offered the kid money to go move to his aunts. Thomas had asked if instead he could take the beat in, he wanted vengeance. Some days, when old injuries throbbed, and the random bitches next to him were drugged out of their mind, he wondered if he'd screwed up back then. Thomas knew his time limit was coming, soldiers in the gang lasted until the age of 25, then you either moved up, or moved 9 feet down. Thomas loved the power that came from the Saints, too much to ask to leave. He had no profitable skills besides his strength and gun play. That was why today was so important. The Boss liked him, and when he'd found out his girlfriend was pregnant and due in a few months, he'd given him a golden chance. A group of Rounin were planning to take a shipment of meth along a deserted gravel road near the road way. He got the drugs, he was set, he's become an officer. Thus why Thomas and fifty Saints were out at 7 O'clock. Thomas knew he should have told Kelly, but if he died here he knew the boss would help her out. 4 S.U.V.s disappeared past the road. Going to load up on drugs, they were the bright yellow well known for Rounin. He moved quickly, taking the land mines the boss had suggested he used he buried them. He was wearing leather gloves, along with his purple jersey stye shirt, dark purple pants and steel toed boots. A pair of dark purple doo rags hid his practically white blond hair, and face, pair of cheap pool goggles protected his eyes. He knew he and his were very likely screwed, their were only supposed to be 2 SUVs, but he wouldn't let his wife or the baby in her womb down. He made a quick call to the boss, Two more S.U.V.s, need back up, but still attempting. He then hung up, knowing the boss would do what he could. He waved down his five best shooters, commanding them to aim at the drivers first. The mines wouldn't take out all four transports. He knew they understood. Seeing the first car coming he nodded and prepared, making sure his laser cope on his M-18 was on. Time to become a man, or die like a dog. Four hours later, as his wife was closing her eyes he opened the door. Two large bags in his arms. walking in, wearing the same stuff as earlier except the gloves and face coverings, he tossed the bags full of money onto the table. Laughing he said, I hope my old lady is ready to suck her man's dick. I think I did good, and got a few days off. Smirking he said, The boss wanted me to go on an errand, Keji Yukamora was involved, shot him three times in the head. That my beloved is the bounty, 4 million dollars. All clean, the boss is also wiring some of my non American counts some money. It's offical baby, I'm an Office in the 3rd street Saints. Money just became a joke. The boss wants me to avoid the hideout until the whole errand blows over. What do you say we take eighty dollars and go eat somewhere fancy?