Joe pulled the van into the driveway and put the gear in park. José hopped out of the van while Joe stayed inside to look for a pack of gum he dropped. José noticed that his shoe was untied and bent down to rectify the problem. When he stood back up a surprising site faced him. The assassin who had blown Aly’s brains out stood right in front of him, with a gun aimed at his chest.
“Oh hell no,” José said as he introduced his mighty fist to the assassin’s face. As he was hit his finger closed on the trigger. Pewp. Luckily the punch had shifted the assassin’s aim, and the bullet slammed into José’s shoulder, safely above and away from his heart. The bullet passed all the way through José. Just a moment earlier Joe had found his gum and was holding it up when the bullet entered the van and blew the gum to oblivion. “Aww Come on!” Joe then ran outside to the other side of the van to see if José was alright. When he got there José was standing over the motionless form of the assassin.
“One punch,” José stated proudly.
“Nice, due. Hey, you’re bleeding.”
“I don’t got time to bleed,” José retorted.
“Lest see if this guy has anything useful on him,” Joe said as he squatted down and started searching the assassin. All that the assassin had was his pistol and a Razr cell phone. “Looks like this is all he’s got.”
“We’d better get him off of our driveway,” José said. Joe nodded and they threw him In the bushes next to their house. They then went into the house.
“I’m gunna go clean myself up,” José said.
“Aight, I’m gunna go gear up.”
José went into the bathroom and started up a shower while Joe made his way to the basement. Joe and José never let anyone other than themselves into the basement. This was for a good reason. Joe punched out a 5 digit combination on a keypad near the door to unlock it. He started to walk down the stairs, flipping on a light switch as he did so. The room filled with light revealing racks upon racks of armor, equipment, explosives, gadgets, and guns. Lots of guns. Joe then started loading him self up with anything that would fit on his body, from body armor to grenades. José entered the room to do the same.
“How was your shower?” Joe asked.
“It was pretty good. I think we’re running out of hot water though,” José replied.
“You smell good,”
“Thanks, I used that new shampoo you bought. Hand me that flak jacket.”
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