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Murder
Every Sunday, like clockwork Andrew woke up exactly two hours earlier than his weekday 8am. While most people used Sundays to catch up on much needed rest, Andrew used it for something a great deal weirder. At least that is what he had been told. Repeatedly.
By Brittany Lorance5 years ago in Criminal
A Beautiful View Reveals The Truth
Today for some reason, I felt an overwhelming urge to get up and out of the house. You know the saying, "The Mountains are calling and I must go?" It was that kind of calling; but different. It was like I was on auto pilot. Everything was happening with very little thought involved. I decided to hike a tough 12 mile section of the Appalachian trail, which I have done before. The objective was to get to this amazing view point, have a little lunch and enjoy what was going to be a stellar day of weather. I gathered my hiking gear and I was off.
By Kimberly Collier5 years ago in Criminal
SOS Redouble
SOS Redouble by Kit Mareska Struck an iceberg — really. The fools. He didn’t know who deserved the blame more, Captain Smith or Bruce Ismay, but the Titanic had been pushing her speed for days, which for him meant one thing: less time to earn the trust of his marks. Just minutes ago, he’d been so close with the railroad magnate’s big-eared son in the smoking room, purposely losing to him in bridge, laying the groundwork for the horse-racing scheme. Warmed by the fireplace, puffing on a cigar, wondering whether he’d be able to snag Mr. Clark’s senator uncle, as well. Now, here he was, pulling on layers of clothes all because some idiot hadn’t been able to spot an entire mountain of ice in time. Tonight was obviously lost, but if they could wrap up this silly evacuation drill, fix the ship and let everyone get to bed at a decent hour, he could work on young Mr. Clark tomorrow without the entire effort being . . . derailed.
By Kit Mareska5 years ago in Criminal
The Come up
a black sedan pulls up to the front of the apartment building and just like clockwork the same way they have every week for the last six weeks we had been watching them two men walked up to four flights to apartment 4A. They knock twice and one of the two men who is already inside the apartment will let them in. Once he does we have exactly 5.2 seconds to enter the apartment with them to eliminate any resuestance. We don’t have much time ., but if anyone can do it my crew can . First there’s Will Synder BKA WILL MONEY he’s the enforcer and supplied us with the weapons for this plan to be executed. Then there’s Owen Monty or Big O As the streets know him he’s the one who mapped out the escape plan so we can get out of the building undetected . Myron Thomas or MT . He’s the intel man he’s the reason we knew what was behind all this cloak and dagger tactics we’ve witnessed casing these guys for the last six weeks . And then there’s me The connect I’m the straw that makes this work Tevin Mackbride call me T Mac. This seemed like it was running exactly how we planned it for the last six weeks but on the second floor it’s some kind of kids birthday party so these dudes are taking longer than expected . My crew is ready but getting anxious. I look at Will money from his hidden spot in the shadow of the hallway corner we make eye contact I wink . Here they come the two men stop at the door with their backs to us and their side to a hidden Will money . They knock the door opens my squad of big O & MT & myself begin to rush towards them just as door opens Will comes out of hiding with a sledge hammer forcing the closing door open with a fury. BIG O IS 1st In with a uzi he controls the four men in the apartment in check. Two men are seated at a card table in the middle of the room a third man is at the sink and the one who opened the door is face down with MT AND a sawed off at the back of his head Will money drops the sledgehammer in favor of a sawed off shotgun , I make my way to the table a small Hispanic man roughly 5’8” is seated directly in front of me he is sitting in front of a briefcase full of money and there is a gentleman to his left who looks Hispanic 5’10” he wears a gun holster but the gun is on the table next to a pile of drugs. The man at the sink knocks over a glass that falls to the ground and breaks causing big O to let go with the uzi. Shots clip the man at the sink and the man to the left of the Hispanic man who is still at the table. MT let’s the sawed off go on the man on the floor . Now it’s just my crew and the Hispanic man in the nice suit and hat. He begins to try to talk . “Listen guys you don’t understand how big a mistake your making here ! You have no idea what’s going on. Trust when I say your in over your heads. I Smak him across the face with my nine millimeter causing a mini blood splatter as I busted his lip and broke his nose with the butt of my weapon he falls out of the seat to his left he falls onto his friend and In one motion he is back on his feet and headed to the fire escape I fire a shot that hits his right thigh causing him to fall forward into the window so he’s half In half out . He is screaming and rolls onto his back Will money is already in his partners pockets as I stand over him Big Ontells me not to shoot reached into his breast pocket & grabs his wallet. I unloaded two shots into his chest we grab the money and briefcase and we go into grind mode in an organized fashion resembling that of a Indy pit crew we file out of the Bulding down the back steps and into the truck two seconds after we close the door with ten percent limo tiny on it four police cars whiz by. Waiting until coast was clear we pull into traffic we drive about twenty minutes before we pull up into a parking garage. We pull of the jumpsuits we are wearing to reveal a totally different change of clothes underneath we exit the truck and all enter into a mini van and pull off as we torch the truck we came in. I tell big O to get on the highway and blend in with the traffic. I begin to count the money in suitcase the total is twenty thousand dollars I grab a lil black book and hand it to WILL MONEY He begins to inspect the book I reach into the bag we got off the dudes in the room. I pull a black wallet out of the suitcase I open it and there is a badge it says DEA. I scream at MT.WHO is riding shotgun “Who gave us this job?” “It came thru regular channels he replied “well we’re in some serious shit now!” I say as I toss the DEA badge INTO HIS LAP. “WTF?” He screams Big O who’s driving replied with “ what ? How much we get “ MT Shiws him the DEA Badge he immediately begins to go on a semi coherent rant . That’s a fucking DEA BADGE! That means the guy I shot was DEA ! What the fuck was he doing there ?” Will closes the little black book and says I think I can answer that ! This little black book is actually a ledger and you won’t believe what’s I. Here .
By Koffi Hallman 5 years ago in Criminal
Suburbia
It was a typical Monday morning in Suburbia. The birds were chirping just outside of the window, and the sunlight was shining through the bedroom blinds. Ron began to stir in bed, turning over from his right side to his back. His sleep is suddenly disturbed by the alarm on his phone, which gradually gets louder. Ron reaches over and grabs his phone. He briefly checks the time and then hits the snooze button on his alarm.
By RJ Dekarro 5 years ago in Criminal
Concrete Jungle - Snake In The Grass
Where's she going? I sit and wonder. Man, does she ever smell good. The train shakes me, and I fall into the person next to me. I wonder if she would talk to me if I tried to talk to her? No. Probably not. Bitches like her never speak to me. I can't let her get Billy boy to talk. He knows better than to say anything, but what if? I wouldn't want to kill her. But I will if I have to. Same with the little distraction back at my place. She will be the shiny thing I wave at Detective Eastdale. Watch the right hand, not the left, Detective. Oh my fuck. Her perfume. It's mesmerizing. It throws me off track. Think Ducas. Think. How can I stop her? I still have quite a way until my stop. I'm on my way to the hospital to 'check-up' on Billy boy. I have to make sure that he is still complying with all that he should be.
By M.O. LeClair5 years ago in Criminal
