Prologue
Sometimes people just don't know what their lives are worth.
A man blasts open the front door of a house in a small quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. He is tattooed in the face and on his chest. He's wearing an open Hawaiian shirt that flaps in the wind as he runs out on the streets with all his speed. He is breathing hard and burning a lot of his energy.
But I do. Still, they judge me despite the fact that they haven't seen the things I've seen or done the things I've done. Something just ain't right. I'm sorta smart,Women's Asics Shoes, but my lack of shyness will be my undoing. People don't like me. They fear me. And fear … is the best kind of control there is.
Another man kicks the same door open and follows him. He is thinner and better built for running. With a gun in his hand,
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My name is Logan Gunner. I'm a wannabe cop in Dane City Police Department. I work for the cops but it's not official. I don't have any records there. I'm just doing them a favor. I've been taking care of the rats in this city for a long time and established a nice reputation for myself. I do this because I like to. I do this because it pays good money and I'm given the power to feel good inside myself.
The man stops, turns around and fires five shots at Logan. There is a loud cry behind him. He doesn't have time to see who was hit as the man is getting away. Logan roars as he continues.
Alright, let's get rid of this guy.
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What a comforting sound.
"You're a freakin' maniac, you know that, you son of a bitch?" the man says,
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Welcome … to my world.
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