As my swollen eye convulses, I make out only the red blinking light of a camera, taping live what is my soon to be death. The pacing of this thug in desert shrouds is what I hear besides the ringing. I'm trying my best to stay conscious, the floor around me is cascaded in my blood and some of my teeth. My hands are bound behind me with them digging into my skin.
The thug forces his hand under my chin, his finger squeezing my cheeks and mouth as he looks towards the camera. He stands up tall towards the camera giving off a powerful and arrogant expression. Two of his guards armed with Ak-47's step forward to support this appearance of him trying to make the world shake in its boots.
" 'iilaa kl min ghyr almuminin ... kl ma naetaqid nahn ... alhamqa' .... 'ant alzzanadiqa!" He shouts into the camera as the barrel of his weapon is pushed against my temple. I squirm in pain from the cold steel of the gun and my clench my mouth and utter "Fuck you!" in response to stubborn nature.
Bad choice... The butt of his gun slams across my jaw. I feel my jaw crack and teeth unhinge as blood spews from my mouth and I spit it out on instinct.
"hadha hu alssabab fi 'annak zunadiqat mmithlih sayakun nfs masir .... alllah 'akbar" the hammer cocks... the gun presses against my head.... The trigger is slowly squeezed. My eyes retract from the unnatural light in front of me....shit... my life was awesome... (Pop goes the trigger)
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I awake with a gasp, shocked by the sound of a 12 gauge going off I'm the distance. The bartender, the other three patrons in the bar looks toward the sound of the gunshot and then looked to each other. We all silently agreed to ignore it and went back to our business.
Then again, someone could be hurt and I'd never know. Wait, let me introduce myself. I am Adrian Cormacs, ex-Navy Seal and overall defender of the public. Not an official title and sometimes it gets me in trouble with the law ,but I just go out of my way to keep people safe like a true hero I mean some people don't deserve to die or get hurt... it... it just doesn't sit right with me when they do.
I pay my tab and grab my skull cap (a black regular cap with a slightly faded punisher symbol on the edge) and march out the door. As soon as I walk out the door, a blast of cold snow and air hits my face, an obvious sign that a snow storm is approaching. I pull my skull face mask over my mouth and nose, put on my cap and storms to the origin of the gunshot.
"Can't mind your own damn business can you Adrian? Ooooh Noooo you just have to help m*therf*ckers 24/7!" I said to myself warming my freezing hands up.
A block or two down from the bar is a dark alley riddled with trash a few dumpsters. I slowly creep down this cryptic way. My boots crunch the icy concrete below me with a hardy laugh, many thuggish gang members, and a hefty amount of what look like SWAT as gets closer with the sirens of a police vehicle closing in. I run into cover withdrawing my M9, seizing it in both hands, realising it's safety whilst peeking from my cover behind a dumpster watching this on going operation.
"Standard issue, military grade M4s, M16s, SAWS, and LAWS are all contained within these casings" the cladded armored man who I assume is the chief of police growled through his mask pointing towards a large wooden crate. A husky yet athletic Nigerian man with this a blood red tipped Spas-12 with a jet black body, just like the one I heard earlier. He steps up with his bright white suit with his ebony flesh puffing out the opening of his shirt, conveying a cocky yet powerful posture.
He gave a deep laugh, throwing his gun to one of his henchmen whilst clapping his hands together speaking with this deep and obviously African accent "Ahhhhhahaha ... let's get down to business".
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Okay okay I hope the intro was good enough for you and I plan on making this book a long serious. The role of the absolutely fabulous is played by Idris Elba because who wouldn't want him to be in a story that is going to be filled with the most badass unaliving some moments and an extremely progressive story. So if you like it vote, recommend whatever bleh.
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