•A MAN OF REVENGE•
A man has been wearing his sunglasses to cover his wanted face as he walk under the sun of Miami. Although he never actually cares if his face is on view, he never cares, he's free. Looking at the beach with those amused eyes of him. Watching every people passing by him, waiting for a chance to know someone who could dance with him in his insanity.
He's wearing a pair of beach shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian polo, his head is secured from sun with a brown beach hat. Sitting at one of the stools while sipping mango juice.
He has been enjoying his whole years walking around like a free man. Never keeping himself in low profile but instead, he makes himself famous under the cycle of drug dealing. He's on the highest rank.
If money has been raining on him back then, now he's swimming in the pool of bundles of dollars and if he want, he can use his money to wipe his xrap out
•A MAN OF BRUTALITY•"Really? Then what did he do, boss?" Duke asked him with wide eyes and wide smile, he looks like a nursery student listening to a folktale of his teacher. Childish.Duke's asking about how did Lukan Sariego, his ex-bro, reacted seeing him alive and still breathing. Yes, he visited them-- not all of them and he haven't done anything brutal yet... instead he left them something to make their knees wobble in panic and sprinkle them fear. Making them aware that he's alive and he will come crashing to them when he wants to."Nothing, he just stood there shocked. F*ckin' stupid idiot of him to think that I'm f*cking dead. Why are we talking about this crap anyway?" He washed his face with both of his hands and grunts. "I gotta go back to the center, we'll be exporting those f*cking women to Vegas. Did you get the container truck I asked you to buy?""Of course! I'm not called
•A MAN OF A LUNATIC•"How dare you slap me, you b*tch?! Huh?! You have no right to do that to me! I'll kill you! You hear me? I'm going to kill you!" He punched the woman on her stomach.The woman is still trying get off from his grip, trying to escape. She's enduring the punches and the way he pulled her hair, dragging her everywhere carelessly, putting no effort but full of force. She's been helplessly lying on his bed and accepting all the punches and slaps from him for the last hours, it's a big wonder for her to still be alive from that kind of force she's taking."I tried being nice to you, but you turned me down and even slap my f*cking face! No one can disrespect me like you did, you b*tch! I'll make sure that you will pay for what you did to me!" He pulled her by her feet, making her fell on her face, grunting in pain and helpless. He slapped her with the back of his hand, making her head
•A MAN OF AN EVIL•Inside the police station, every member are busy doing their jobs. Some are on their break, eating burgers, donuts and coffee while some are still focused on their papers as so Detective Won Kenji himself, he already has more than a dozen of styro cups of black coffee in his own trash can for working over night and staying up for almost two days now.While digging up a box of papers regarding the smuggling activities for the last two years, a knock from his door didn't even draw his eyes on the door."Detective Won?" Another investigator peek his head from the door holding a bunch of folders with him."What is it, Walker?" He curtly asked the investigator, not a shocking moment anyway, he's known of recognizing all the people in his district even just by their voice. While he has his eyes on a document he's reading."Uhm-- we may have a lead on one of
•A MAN OF FEROCITY•In that same room Carl is, Klyde's been sitting comfortably whistling a nursery rhyme, playing the knife in his hands, staring at the unconscious Carl tied up on the chair."We bought you your breakfast, boss." Rig placed a borwn paper bag of food above a wooden table. "Bon Appetit." He added and chuckled, glancing at Carl's unconscious body from that sedative they gave him, putting him in his sleep for hours."What do you say, Rig? Should I start the show or... let's wait for the audiences? My fists are itching to land some punches on that old man's face." He asked with that bored face of his. He lifted his balled fist and stares at it like it's his first time to realize that he has a fist."Well, a show wouldn't be complete without the audience." He answered with a shrug and protruding his lower lip. A great answer, no signs of being nervous, suspicious but full of jus
•A MAN OF A THINKER•"Mind putting your hands up and come with us without any fuss, Duke Hermes." A man wearing a police uniform welcomed Duke when he stepped out of the McDonald's, holding the paper bag and with wobbling legs and hands. Gulping real hard and that face of a cornered liar he wears."Uhm-- you're not going to shave my again, you guys?" All the things he suffered behind the bars, inside the jail suddenly flashed through his memory. Ugly and wants to be erased immediately but no, there's no way he can do it. It stayed tattooed in his head.The way the authorities took all the juices out of him. Made him drank too much water, tortured him as the family of that woman he raped paid the polices to do so. He almost died in his cell. Fortunately someone paid for him to get out of that hell hole he entered. Klyde McMarrow, he saw something in him that nobody doesn't, well it's not like he sees something s
•A MAN OF A SLY•"What the dickens? I put all of you here to watch the family and everyone of you didn't even so it properly and now, one of them are gone and taken away! Why can't you do you jobs right? You are all getting paid from doing your work and now, the family we've been trying to protect just lost their youngest!" Detective Won Kenji explode like a silent bomb while he's inside his office, just learning about the sudden disappearance of Finkey Hamilton from their house.He checked all the installed surveillance camera that's located all around the house and that's where he knew that Klyde McMarrow took Finley from the house without any effort of being seen and caught by the 20 men he took responsible of taking care of the safety of the family."Relax, Kenji. Have some cold water to calm your nerves. You're drinking too much coffee." Investigator Walker handed him a cup of cold water from the dispenser
•A MAN OF NO FRIENDS•"Finley, sweetheart. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Tell me, sweetheart. We're going to be fine." Carl whispered to his daughter as they were transferred in an old warehouse, dusty and has all things scattered everywhere on the floor."I should be the one asking you that, dad. Did they hurt you? Mom is so worried about you, she's been crying all night long, missing you." Finley replied to him with a small smile."They didn't hurt me. One of them, the tallest one, he told me that he's working with the the police. My phone is still with me, he told me to turn my GPS on. We're going to need him, he's our way to get out of here.""Still, I don't trust him, dad." Finley sighed as they can't move from being tied on a post together."We have too, and we won't be eating any food not because of him. I am still alive because of him, sweetheart. We need to trust
•A MAN OF A WHIZ•Rig is still inside the car, his hand clutches his phone close to his ear. His face shows stress and irritation. He's been clicking his tongue a lot of times since he got the call."You didn't contain a man? How can you not put a man in his seat?! I know that that man is capable of causing horrible deaths and that is not really helping!" Rig shouted in his whisper through the phone. Being careful not to wake Finley up, he licked his lips and lifted his hands to his head. He already has taking care of too many headaches and this just added to the millions."Don't raise your voice on me, Zimmerman. I'm trying all I can do here to keep everything in chops! I am in charge with this case for about weeks and those weeks are the times I forgot myself too! I know that my job is about just my job and I should not take my personal problems with it, but all the failures and problems in the case are not e