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Post by King Vegas on Aug 26, 2007 20:21:10 GMT -4
...A slight head nod from His Majesty, as he could feel the gravel beneath his steps...A few feet behind both Ms. Cox & Mr. Reymaun...He heard the muffled sound signaling the end of tonight's event...The very reason they had traveled these hundreds of miles to perform a much needed task on this evening...His steps continued towards the luxury vehicle they had arrived in just under half of an hour ago...Not the faintest trace of a reaction from his facial expression as the sounds of a few more of the exact same muffled noises came from the house dozens of yards behind his point of position now...
Within minutes, they had arrived at the luxury vehicle, the driver making his way towards the back door and opening it for the entering lady and gentlemen...His Majesty waving him off as he turned, facing the cabin once again, awaiting his brethren to exit so that their departure could be made...And this night would be officially be done...Absolution...
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 26, 2007 20:35:59 GMT -4
"Done... 'Dat went well I think."
187 stands there with his arm extended out with the smoking gun in his hand. A satisfied smirk on his face after finishing the job. The target had been silenced forever. Now it was just time to make sure that no one would figure out what happened tonight. He looked around the room in order to find something to clean up the mess.
"Hmm..."
That smirk returned to his face as he spotted a liquor cabinet on the other side of the room.
"Bingo. I think I found a way fo' us to clean up."
He nodded his head in the direction the liqour cabinet was located. 187 proceeded to make his way around the cold body of Steele towards it. Once infront of it, he opens the doors to the cabinet and takes a look inside. He raised an eyebrow as he seen what was inside.
"They sure like to drink fancy in 'dis b***h."
He reached inside and grabbed ahold of a few diferent bottles of alcohol. Then he walked back over to where Tommy stood with the bottles in hand. He took one of the bottles and handed it over to Tommy.
"Whatcha think 'bout... heatin' 'dis place up a lil' bit?"
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Tommy Gunns
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THAT Nigga!
It's A Cold World. Nigga Gotta Supply His Own "Heat"...
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Post by Tommy Gunns on Aug 26, 2007 20:49:12 GMT -4
He took the bottle from his brother, holding it up eye level and glancing through it before popping the top of it off with his bare hands...
Shit's as good as anything else my nigga.
He suddenly tosses the bottle back, taking a quick swig of the alcohol before stepping forward pouring a ample amount over the "target" a few feet in front of them. Afterwards he began making his way around the entire room, making sure to soak as much as he could with the bottle. It had quickly emptied he saw, making his way back to the center of the room, retreiving yet another one before repeating the process with the rest of the room they stood in. Within minutes the entire room was covered in the alcohol, knowing just what they were moments away from doing.
He turned back towards the door, seeing his brother standing there waiting for the departure, and getting things in order as he watched him pull a lighter from his pocket. He made his way towards him, a smirk on his face as he arrived and patted him on his back before speaking up again...
You do the honors nigga. Torch this bitch man, torch it and let's get the fuck out of here and go smoke somethin' man...
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 26, 2007 21:14:19 GMT -4
187 looked around the room as Tommy made his exit from the house. Standing there with the lighter in his hand, he shook his head with that smirk on his face. This was a job well done. Everything went according to plan. There was no problems. His last words to Steele as he laid dead across the alcohol soaked floor..."See ya in Hell homie..." With that said, 187 drops the lighter onto the floor with the flame still lit. The second the flame hit the floor, it sparked the flammable alcohol and basically started to engulf the room. 187 slowly began to walk away from the house as it caught fire. Once he was a safe distance away from the house, he turned to look back at it and said..."''Da roof! 'Da roof! 'Da roof is on fire! We don't need no water! Let 'da mothaf**ka burn! Burn mothaf**ka! Burn! Aha!" Liberated... Bitch...
FAMILIA BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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