Nameless Vigilantes Narrative

You can give someone a gun, but you can’t make them shoot. To shoot a gun all you need is a reason. The Nameless weren 't bad or good, they did what was needed to be done. They weren 't vigilantes, they were four assholes who did whatever was best for them. Sometimes they did the right thing, most of the time they didn’t, honestly, they didn’t care. They’ve killed good people and they’ve killed bad people. The four of them never thought they were going to be the most wanted in the city of Hassett, New Jersey.

“Take the shot, dammit.” “It’s not the right target.” “That doesn’t matter!” I could see the police drawing their guns as they climbed out of the cars. “How do we know they’re at least from the same gang?” “Trust me, I know. It’s

“Copy that.” I looked over to Anita, carefully taking the sniper rifle out of the backpack. She looked distraught over the fact that the gun wasn’t perfectly placed in a padded box. “Third floor.” I called out.

“How are we getting them out of the building?”

I walked over the her as she placed the gun on it’s tripod and grabbed the bag, looking at what was left in it. “That’s my job.”

I grabbed a smoke bomb out of the bag and looked at the building across the street at our official target. I scanned the third floor, looking for an entrance. I spotted an open window and looked over at Anita as she got on her stomach and positioned the rifle. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

I opened the smoke bomb and almost immediately, gas began to pour out. I chucked it across the thin street and it flew neatly through the window. In a matter of seconds people were running out of the building, covering their mouths. Sirens were screaming but that wasn’t the only problem.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“I can’t find the target.” She calmly said, peering through the scope.

“The police are here.” Something went wrong the police were supposed to be at least a good two minutes away.

“The target is not in sight.”

“Take the shot,

I swerved when two police cars blocked the road I was going to head down. “Grab the gun from the holster and hand hand it to me!” “Not if you’re gonna shoot me!” She shouted. To be honest, the thought did go through my head. “I’m trying to save our asses!” I held my hand behind back, waiting for the pistol that was strapped to the side of Quinn’s bike. The cold metal felt familiar in my hands. “How many cars are there?”

“Four.”

I quickly turned around and fired off two shots. One hit the windshield of the closest car and the other one popped the tier of the car behind it. I turned back just in time to swerve out of the way. “Can you shoot a handgun?” I snapped.

“Yeah.” I handed the 9mm to Anita.

“Pop the tiers. Do not kill anybody.” After seven minutes Anita shouted, “We’re clear!” I turned the handle bar to left and tuned into a back road. I tuned on the bluetooth and said, “Spider, what’s the location?” “Head to base. How was she?” “We’ll talk.” I said, turning off the earpiece.

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I stormed into the master bedroom, knowing that was where Quinn would be. She looked up at me, her brown eyes catching the light. “Problem?” She