"I still can't believe it." George Miller said as he saw his daughter examining her latest acquisitions. "Believe it. Rural Decay wiped out the local MS-13 detachment. And they let our kids loot their place afterwards." Wendy his wife replied.
The rural cul-de-sac was nothing than houses and trailers of an HOA whose owners died in Katrina. At the mouth of the road which emptied onto the two lane. The Sheriff's department had just abandoned that end of the county. And at said junction was a Pagans motorcycle gang house.
The fact Rural Decay left them be lead to peace locally. MS-13 had a feud ongoing with the Pagans when Rural Decay went 1939 blitzkrieg on the former during their Cinco De Mayo party. Yet, Rural Decay trafficked only in illegally copied electronics
They were more of a protective gang than an exploitation gang. Dean Darrow was their leader. After his gang had ambushed-annihilated the local MS-13 detachment, they moved into the MS-13 house and made their HQ. Because Dean helped pay the bills, his parents didn't care. Money over morals.
The Cinco De Mayo attack was a nightmare. Dean's gang had waited until MS-13 was wasted and getting laid when they swarm-attacked with knives and sledgehammers. An MS-13 van was loaded with the bodies and dumped said bodies in an abandoned toxic waste dump's radioactive lake.
Tygra, Bobby, and Liona had not take taken part in the battle. But they had ridden towards thesame house 4wheelers with cutting tools They broke the lock on the single story home's basement. JACKPOT! They're was fully stocked weapons depot and gun smith's work zone. Happily all the guns were civilian legal.
While Dean's bunch partied over their victory, Tygra, Bobby, and Liona Armed with themselves with AR-15s and automatic handguns. When Dean finally decided to go downstairs, Bobby had loaded all the remaining AR-15s, semiautomatic handguns Tygra faced Dean. With two automatic handguns on each hip and a loaded AR-15 in hand, she clearly ruled here. "Wait." The tall blonde, athletic girl said. "Liona, help Dean."
Worldlessly, the auburn-headed girl handed Dean a lever action .30-30 and two .357 magnum revolvers."Yours." He smiled. The upstairs crew was happy they'd captured six PSA AP 9 Machine pistol clones and multiple 9s and .357s, too. "Well, the ones stuck with revolvers can trade them for what they want." he smiled as several more gang members were likewise equipped, two. Dean's gang even got three SKS carbines and all the revolvers and hunting rifles too.
All the semiauto regular shotguns were given to Dean Gang, too. Four 20 gauge Pardus box magazine-fed shotguns were taken by Tygra Miller's family, along the box magazines. There was a safe in the room. Amazingly it was open and gill-stuffed with hundred dollar bills. With Tygra watching, ."What would my gang's cut be if any?" wondered Dean aloud.
Leona filled five gym bags with cash. She handed one bag to Dean. "Yours." Bobby's 4 wheeler was making repeated trips to the Miller home, where he unloaded foraged supplies, After the dust settled, Rural Decay had captured the van, three cars, four trucks, and six motorcycles.
A national guard armorer was hired as their gunsmith to work for them, too. 'Times they are a' changing.' thought Bobby. Soon, Rural Decay had
a new crib, and a gunsmithing business alongside its illegal CD/DVD copying, too.
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The rural cul-de-sac was nothing than houses and trailers of an HOA whose owners died in Katrina. At the mouth of the road which emptied onto the two lane. The Sheriff's department had just abandoned that end of the county. And at said junction was a Pagans motorcycle gang house.
The fact Rural Decay left them be lead to peace locally. MS-13 had a feud ongoing with the Pagans when Rural Decay went 1939 blitzkrieg on the former during their Cinco De Mayo party. Yet, Rural Decay trafficked only in illegally copied electronics
They were more of a protective gang than an exploitation gang. Dean Darrow was their leader. After his gang had ambushed-annihilated the local MS-13 detachment, they moved into the MS-13 house and made their HQ. Because Dean helped pay the bills, his parents didn't care. Money over morals.
The Cinco De Mayo attack was a nightmare. Dean's gang had waited until MS-13 was wasted and getting laid when they swarm-attacked with knives and sledgehammers. An MS-13 van was loaded with the bodies and dumped said bodies in an abandoned toxic waste dump's radioactive lake.
Tygra, Bobby, and Liona had not take taken part in the battle. But they had ridden towards thesame house 4wheelers with cutting tools They broke the lock on the single story home's basement. JACKPOT! They're was fully stocked weapons depot and gun smith's work zone. Happily all the guns were civilian legal.
While Dean's bunch partied over their victory, Tygra, Bobby, and Liona Armed with themselves with AR-15s and automatic handguns. When Dean finally decided to go downstairs, Bobby had loaded all the remaining AR-15s, semiautomatic handguns Tygra faced Dean. With two automatic handguns on each hip and a loaded AR-15 in hand, she clearly ruled here. "Wait." The tall blonde, athletic girl said. "Liona, help Dean."
Worldlessly, the auburn-headed girl handed Dean a lever action .30-30 and two .357 magnum revolvers."Yours." He smiled. The upstairs crew was happy they'd captured six PSA AP 9 Machine pistol clones and multiple 9s and .357s, too. "Well, the ones stuck with revolvers can trade them for what they want." he smiled as several more gang members were likewise equipped, two. Dean's gang even got three SKS carbines and all the revolvers and hunting rifles too.
All the semiauto regular shotguns were given to Dean Gang, too. Four 20 gauge Pardus box magazine-fed shotguns were taken by Tygra Miller's family, along the box magazines. There was a safe in the room. Amazingly it was open and gill-stuffed with hundred dollar bills. With Tygra watching, ."What would my gang's cut be if any?" wondered Dean aloud.
Leona filled five gym bags with cash. She handed one bag to Dean. "Yours." Bobby's 4 wheeler was making repeated trips to the Miller home, where he unloaded foraged supplies, After the dust settled, Rural Decay had captured the van, three cars, four trucks, and six motorcycles.
A national guard armorer was hired as their gunsmith to work for them, too. 'Times they are a' changing.' thought Bobby. Soon, Rural Decay had
a new crib, and a gunsmithing business alongside its illegal CD/DVD copying, too.
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