Redwall Gang

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Alder the Warrior

 On my forums I made a new age Redwall era.

Name: Bullet
Weapons: Pistols and a submachine gun
Bio: Leader of the Mossflower Punk Gang

Bullet jumped away from a police officer who had been chasing for half an hour and decided now was the time to shot the is freak. Pulling out a concealed pistol, Bullet fired, killing the officer and ran into his old boss Killer. Killer signaled him to jump aboard his motorcycle and they sped away from the sence of murder.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 Scar worked alone. He got his name from the scar running across his throat, when he was in a knifefight, the only time he was ever wounded on a hit.

Scar worked for the highest bidder, killing his target with one of his many weapons.... sniper rifle, silenced pistol, K-Bar, fiber wire, chloroform, or whatever came to hand.

With 37 successful hits to date, he was a trained killer, never failing.
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 Bullet took out his cell and pounched in Scar's number. When he got Scar's answer machine he left this message, "10 grand is waiting for you if you kill (pleasant intellectual) Garyson the dective tonight at Westford Hotel. He's on my case and I needed him killed. Use what ever to kill him, but just kill him!" Flipping his cell phone shut, Bullet kicked up his feet and waited for Scar to call back.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Juska

Current Empires:

RtR: Juskabally #19

Deathclaw

 Scar grabbed his cell, being late for the call since it was in the other room. He quickly called back. "I'm on my way for the party. My man at the front desk has his room number for me and is arranging for him to step outside of his room for me. I'll be done with it within the hour." Shutting the phone before getting a reply, Scar grabbed his silenced pistol, K-Bar, and fiberwire. He drove down to the hotel, circling around various places to shake off tails. Sneaking in, he took the stairs to floor three, room 327, checking the hall for anyone walking around. Knocking on the door, he moved to the left of the door. When it opened and his target stepped out, he stepped behind him, strangled him with the fiberwire, and took him in the room. Locking the door, he filled the tub with water and set his target's head in the water, to make it look like suicide by drowning, since the fiberwire left no marks. He called back his employer. "Read the paper tomorrow, the hit is done. Deposit my payment in the normal place. The kill was made to look like an accident, you'll read about it in tomorrow's news. I'll pick up the cash at the normal time. If you need my services again, you know the number." He shut his phone, went down the fire escape, and left in his car, only he knowing what took place in the room.
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 Bullet watched the next for Scar at Lufi's Cafe' on Deadrat St. with a news paper. The front page read, Dective Hayreson sucide attapemt. it said that the body of the dead dective had his face in the bath tub and he had drowned. Bullet laughed. He was going to see if Scar would work full time for him and his gang.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 Stepping up to his employer, Scar recieved his payment.

"I will work for your gang in this way: I won't be a member yet, but I'll do hits for you when needed for a price. If I like your gang I'll then join. Deal?"
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 Spitting on his paw, Bullet smiled and said, "Deal. You can start  tomorrow. K'y" He held out his paw, ready to shake.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 Spitting and Shaking, Scar said, "Hit the cell when you have a target for me, I always have it on, all day, all night."
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 "Right!" Bullet said, shaking firmely.

The next morning Bullet called Scar saying, "I want to see you at Elfoni's in twenty minutes, we're going up agains't the Rose Parking Gang and I need killers at my side. Your one of the lucky bucks who'll help out today. Bring your fire arms." Bullet hung up, stuffed his cell to his back pocket, and hit the door. Jumping into his hummer, he hit the exalerater hard, making gravel fly every were as he was followed by three of his best killers, on motorcycle's. Always the one to smile at danger, Bullet put on a grim smile and spun off the highway onto the road in which Elfoni's park was. Waiting for Scar to arrive and the gang, Bullet put a clip of bullets into his submachine gun and shoved some knives into his boots. Leaning back in his car, Bullet awaited his man to arrive, hoping he would like the work and join the gang.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 Grabbing his weapons, Scar called back Bullet. "I can bring my sniper rifle and shoot from a hotel nearby, I've reserved a room under a false name. What do you think?"
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 "Fine with me, but what if they here the gun shots from the room and come to investegate?" said Bullet.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 "It is silenced which doesn't help as much as I'd like, I have silent foam that will block out all noise unless someone is listening for it. I can shoot my way out if need be."
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 "Right! Here they come, get ready!" Bullet hung up and jumped out of his car, firing his machine gun as he went. Three of twenty vermin fell dead then Bullet was surronded by the gang. Signaling Scar to fire, Bullet pulled out his pistol and shot the bullet into the leader. Rolling away, Bullet hid behind his hummer tire and hoped that his gang members would help out, and Scar wouldn't hit one of his own by accident.  
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 With calm precision, Scar picked off eight vermin and changed clips. He moved down the line, picking them off calmly and coolly.
Glory, Glory, Man United!