August 2nd 2001 12:30 pm midnight Downtown Detroit
After Ryder studied my "Diagnosis" last month, it has become a normal thing where every few days he checks my blood preassure and breathing patterns, to see if the black liquid is having any major effects on my mental and physical actions. It has enhanced my anger and strength by far. Somehow the other day I got into a short gunfight with some ukranian gangster and took 3 bullets from his G18 in the neck and wrist, it healed extremely fast. I guess the liquid has the ability to heal any wound in a short period of time. Ryder and I had the guys Hummer that we sniped last month, it had a refreashed licence plate under Ryders name, and the purchase under mine. We took it for a spin downtown to see all the new shot that was up and running. The bright lights had no effect because of the black tinted windows. And they reflected a lovely shade of grey off the paint of the H2. It was a four seated veichal but we extended the cab to fit more supplies or people. We had some weapons in the back in case we ran into some assholes who wanna fuck with us. An M16A3 AK-74-u P90 AK47 M4A1 and a SCARH-L. We each had a pistol, 9mm in our pockets. We pulled up at a night club, my old boss wanted to meet us, but we where advised to keep our guns out of sight, since we installed a secret case in the back we shoved all the guns inside and locked it, then we raised the seat to refuse suspicion. All we had was our 9mm's. As we went down the halls music was blairing, we where close to the dance floor, that's where he is, but in the bar area near it. "Where is he again Marsh?" I pointed down to the bar where he was sitting. "Just down there, See'm?" He nodded. "Yep, remember keep our weapons out of sight!" He shouted. No one would hear us because of the loud music anyway. My boss was a mid 50s man 6'"2 black hair and mostache. "Izick! It's me Marshall Conners!" He smiled at us and shook my hand. "Have a seat boys." He said. "Who's this?" He asked looking at Ryder. "This is Ryder Reaper, Ryder this is my formar imployer Mr. Izick Anderson." He shook hands with Izick. All we need to do now is clear our names, but before that, we have some vodka.
TO BE CONTINUED.....