Prologue 2
Anthony stopped
the vehicle while his Uncle Alan and Stanley stepped off. It was his first
outing with the uncle, although Stanley had been to a few. He had just
completed college, and had armed himself with a diploma. He was going into
banking but his Uncle Alan told him to joined the family business. He heard of
the family business from his father, Tony Nates who died in shootout which the
family claimed he was the innocent bystander.
"No,
Anthony. Your dad left you a legacy with me. You joined me in the
business." Uncle Alan told him the day he graduated. The next day he was
taken to the field outside of the city to learn how to shoot with the gun, and
then the sub-machinegun. He told his uncle he was no killer.
"Killers?
We ain't killer. We carry them to protect ourselves." Uncle Alan told him.
Three weeks later, he found himself not leaving his house without a gun under
his armpit. He never shot anyone before, but he did waved his gun to intimidate
them.
That was to
change that day.
"Anthony,
you and Stanley back me up." Uncle Alan told them as they walked towards
the wooden hut in the woods. On the right side was Uncle Paul with Uncle Brady
They were all armed but only Stanley and Anthony were carrying sub-machinegun.
There was a
shout from the house.
"Come no
closer, boys. I would shoot you down like dogs." That voice stopped them
moving. It was Uncle Paul who walked up a few more steps and then spoke up.
"Cohen,
we ain't looking to shoot you. We just want to talk." Paul told the person
inside.
"He ain't
my son no more. He is his own now. So get off my property or I would have you
shot." The voice cracked out.
"Cohen,
he is still your son. His name is Ian Cohen. I was there when you christened
him. He done something stupid, and I just want you to see him." Paul told
the person inside. That was when the shot came through. It shot up the dirt
near Paul' shoes.
"Paul,
you knew I could take you down if I want to. So backed off." But Paul
Miller was no coward, nor does he backed off from something he wants. He turned
to Alan.
"Only
him. I do not want to hurt the rest." Alan nodded and the rest nodded.
That included Anthony. He was relived that there would not be any senseless
killings. Paul then gave them the signal and they went separate ways.
"Sorry,
Cohen. You forced my hand." Paul shouted out as he ran for the nearby
shelter by the apple tree. Everyone spread out when the shots came at them from
the house. Anthony' was to make a flanking move. He did under the hail of
bullets and soon reached the rear of the house. He was told there was a small
boat house and that could be the escape route. He towards the boat house and
stood near it. He could hear the shots being fired; guns, rifles and then the
guns, He heard the distinctive sub-machine gun noise.
Then he saw
the man rushing out with the rifle in the hand. The man had leveled the rifle
at Anthony but he was faster to react. He leveled his sub-machine gun and shot
the rushing man. He forgotten that he had held the trigger several time as he
had unloaded half a clip on the man. He then saw Uncle Alan stepping from the
back door.
"Good
work, Anthony." Alan called out and then pointed to the houseboat.
"Look
out!" Anthony heard the shout but he had turned his body and fired the
sub-machine gun into the boat house. He had shot a lady holding a shotgun. She
must had rushed out to protect her husband. He had shot her dead.
It was his
first kill. It made him a hero to his cousin, Stanley.
"Hey, one
day you would be the family head. I would support you." Stanley told him.
":You got the strength for it."
Anthony did
not look to his cousin. He was shocked by the killing. He did it out of
instinct because there was a gun in his hands. He did not want the life
anymore, but Uncle Alan told him off.
"Anthony,
you killed two person. We have to protect you now. If not, the cops are going
arrest you." Alan told him. "How would I tell your mother?"
Since then, he
had not shot anyone but at the walls or the pets, but never a person.
Nevertheless, Stanley felt he was like a hero.
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