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ORGE- The Bench


The thug spots you as you walk out of the darkness and into the light. "Hey sorry, bar is closed for tonight." You stare at him for a bit, he starts to get uncomfortable before speaking again. "Listen, I'm sorry but regulars only tonight." He finishes his cigarette and snuffs it out under his foot, he places his hand on the door before turning around. "Bitch didn't you hear me, get the fuck outta here-"

Quick like a bolt of lighting you crack him in the face, causing his teeth to go flying out like debris from a grenade. Before he hits the ground you nab him by the collar of his shirt and ram him into the wall, splitting the side of his head open causing blood to pour forth from the wound. "W-what t-he f-fuck are you!?", he whimpers out before you slam his head into the wall repeatedly, like a child rough housing with a doll you swing his head into the wall until nothing but grey matter is collapsing out from his head.

You drop him to the ground, crack your knuckles and face the door.

Threats:
XThug, Guarding Door [Neutralized]


Aaron

You take the elevator down to the garage, rev up your bike's engine and speed off to the location.

Scene 1: Red Eye
Zombie Hyperdrive- Red Eyes


You pull up right next to the bar. Its situated between to brick&mortar buildings that tower at least 5-stories high, the bar itself is one built underneath the street, taking a small set of stairs down to get past the door. You smell cheap cologne, booze, and the putrid smell of piss from the top of the stairs. Behind the walls you hear the sounds of a baseball game and tons of people laughing it up, you also hear clattering, maybe billiards? No one is guarding the entry in.

 

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