Star City, California
He's moving pretty fast for a fat man, must be the meth. Methanphetamine has infested my city like a bad virus, and I got just the perscription. I look down from my perch on the building ledge and pull an arrow out of my quiver, I've got only one chance. I pull back on the bow string and aim.
The arrow goes flying through the air, striking the fat man on his collar and pinning him to a nearby wall. I jump off the building and land right next to him as he struggles.
"How ya doin big boy? Looks like someone went to visit the candyman tonight, spill the beans tubby, Who's your pusher?"
He just shakes his head feverently, thrashing out at me.
"No man! I ain't telling."
"Aww, that's a shame. Looks like Uncle Ollie is gonna have to make piggie wiggie squeel."
I pull a syringe out of one of my pouches and shoot him up with sodium pentothal. His thrashing subsides as the drug runs through his veins.
"So tell me fatty fatty boom ba latty, feel like hollering souie yet?"
His head slumps, He's under my control now.
"So tell me, Where did you get the hook up from?"
"From....From Doctor Hook, He's got a operation down on the docks."
Dr. Hook, been hearing his name on the mouths of many people. He was know as Ken Hookman at one time, a well to do doctor with his own practice in Star, but then he was caught taking money from druggies for needles and perscriptions. He got his liscene revoked and got into a more profitable business, the drug business. It's about time I put a stop to him.
"Let me go man!"
I take my right hand and cold cock him. I dislodge my arrow and he falls to the ground.
"There, you're free."
I run into the night heading west toward the Star City waterfront.
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There's two guards at the front of the warehouse, there big and they both have an AK-47 clenched in there meaty hands.
I pick out a speical arrow out of my quiver and fire it in the center of the two guards, purple smoke bellows out, sending the two watch dogs into dreamland.
I sneak through the front door and make my way past half awake jukies and ****es to the heart of the factory. Dr. Hook himself is sitting on a chair surronded by the finest crack hoes this city has to offer.
"Oh baby, I'll do so many things to you. All I need is a little hit."
"Here you go!"
I pull back on the bow and send another speical arrow flying towards the crack ****e. This one is a regular arrow but with a boxing glove on the end.
It hits her in the face and she slumps to the ground.
"Who the f**k is that? Somebody shoot that f**ker!"
Guns explode with noise as bullets fly all around me. I run as fast as I can, dodging bullets and shrapnel. I run past a barrel when Hook hollers out.
"NO! Don't hit that bar-"
That's all he can get out as bullets penitrate the container containing raw meth, highly flammable, the explosion rocks the warehouse as I fly through the air and crash through a window.
I turn to see the warehouse going up in smoke and flames.
"Well, It ain't exactly what I planned but, results are results."
I pick myself off the ground and head off into the night, sirens ringing in the distance.