Post by Leland "LJ" Jones on May 13, 2015 8:02:53 GMT -8
Leland was so damn angry of what just happened. Though he knew he had it coming. Frankly, he had no idea why he did it. Money was money. It came and fucking went like the seasons changed, like the bitches he fucked that came in a revolving door. It could be replaced. Though, the words that his brother spoke had struck him hard in the heart. He was right, he had fucked up. Beyond fucked up, not to mention he pulled a gun on his brother.
Leland was roaming the streets of Seattle before the thought struck him. He had returned back to the garage. The kutte left on his bed. He pulled the weapons case from the closet, pulling out the Kimber. Two in fact, both slipped on his person, one to a shoulder holster the other shoved between his belt and waist to hold. He was once more out on the road. A list of names were being marked off as the hours went by. Contact by contact, he found each and rid them. They were the scum of the earth,
no one would miss them.
Finally, he came to the last, the man who had bought the captives, lucky him. He found out that the man still had them in the same warehouse and had yet to disperse them. Leland simply rode in like a fucking cowboy, yippie high kiyah, motherfuckers. There was a firefight! In the end, the captives had been let go. The owner dead by his own gun and Leland was kneeling beside him, dirty and bloody. Pistol hanging loosely in his grasp as he pulled his cell phone, called his brother and when it went to voicemail, he stated. " Its done...." Hung up, then he was calling 911. Informing them he had just shot someone and he was armed and waiting.
When Seattle PD finally came onto the scene, Leland lifted his hands to surrender. The pistols were set on the ground in front of him. The boys in blue came on him hard, shoving him to the ground and kicking the weapons away before handcuffing him only to check the body and check him to make sure he didn't have anymore weapons. Once that was settled, he was being hauled up and Leland gave them a smirk in the process before they were dragging him to the squad car. If Detective Gray was there, he'd offer a sardonic smile in the process before being hauled out.
Leland was roaming the streets of Seattle before the thought struck him. He had returned back to the garage. The kutte left on his bed. He pulled the weapons case from the closet, pulling out the Kimber. Two in fact, both slipped on his person, one to a shoulder holster the other shoved between his belt and waist to hold. He was once more out on the road. A list of names were being marked off as the hours went by. Contact by contact, he found each and rid them. They were the scum of the earth,
no one would miss them.
Finally, he came to the last, the man who had bought the captives, lucky him. He found out that the man still had them in the same warehouse and had yet to disperse them. Leland simply rode in like a fucking cowboy, yippie high kiyah, motherfuckers. There was a firefight! In the end, the captives had been let go. The owner dead by his own gun and Leland was kneeling beside him, dirty and bloody. Pistol hanging loosely in his grasp as he pulled his cell phone, called his brother and when it went to voicemail, he stated. " Its done...." Hung up, then he was calling 911. Informing them he had just shot someone and he was armed and waiting.
When Seattle PD finally came onto the scene, Leland lifted his hands to surrender. The pistols were set on the ground in front of him. The boys in blue came on him hard, shoving him to the ground and kicking the weapons away before handcuffing him only to check the body and check him to make sure he didn't have anymore weapons. Once that was settled, he was being hauled up and Leland gave them a smirk in the process before they were dragging him to the squad car. If Detective Gray was there, he'd offer a sardonic smile in the process before being hauled out.