Post by dustinholt on Sept 25, 2016 13:01:05 GMT -6
According to most scholars in the world, they all believe the roads which lead to heaven are paved in gold. Even some experts say good intentions will lead you down the right path that places on this golden road. Well, I for one don't take stock in what most bookworms tell me. I find it all on my own and from what I can gather. The road I'm walking down isn't paved in gold. It's stained in blood. Blood from those that I have clashed over the years and this Breakthrough should be no different.
The voice of Holt rang out like a song as three men were perched in the window just across the street from Bodega Bar and Grill. Holt was enjoying a nice beer and a nice burger when he could spot the red dot from one of the sniper's. It was no secret how much the United States Government want Holt but he was always three steps ahead of their best agents.
"How long you going to run?" asks his sister was joining him for the first time in Baltimore.
"I will run until these bastards can't catch me," says Holt as he remains on the barstool drinking his Samuel Adams Boston Lager. He was aware of the two men outside of the establishment as his free hand slipped inside his leather jacket.
"What does Chrystin think of your life as a rogue agent for the US government?" asks Caroline who was reaching into her waistband sensing an intense gunfight was about to occur.
"Chrystin is okay with this life style. I get to create chaos and go home to a beautiful woman," answers Holt as he lifts his eyes toward the mirror. The two lone gunmen enter the bar holding two semi-automatic pistols with extended magazines hanging from the magazine well. Holt slips a fifty dollar bill onto the bar while motioning for the bartender to get out of there.
One shot rings out as one gunmen holds his pistol in the air. A small trail of smoke escapes from the barrel as the guy spoke with a muffled voice. "No one move. We are looking for this man," he states while holding a picture of Dustin Holt for the world to see but the picture was an older one which didn't show much. "This man is highly trained in espionage and knows how to blend with you common folk," the second gunmen adds while they move across the room shoving the photograph into everyone's face.
One nce by one the people were shaking their heads as the men were becoming annoyed. They were sure Dustin was in this bar. "Since you people want to remain silent, I guess my partner and I will begin killing all of you. Can't leave witness," says the first gunmen.
"Do that and you're liable to get a bullet between your eyes," rings out a voice as the two gunmen look at each other. They almost recognized the voice as the first gunmen holsters his pistol and slings his M141 off his shoulder and holds it by the handle and foregrip.
"Who said that?" asks the gunmen. "Show yourself," demands the other as they begin to circle the room again. A slight nodded comes from Holt as he and Caroline spin on their stools. At the same time, they draw their pistols and points them at the two gunmen. "Is this wha you boys wanted?" joked Caroline as Holt gets to his feet.
"I know that scumbag Jethro sent your asses down here so I'm going to let you boys give him a message for me," says Holt as he walks closer to them. Jethro Hall, the former head of HS6, as been gunning for Holt ever since he blew the gun smuggling ring happening by Hall and his men. "What's the message?" asks the second gunmen with a joking tone to it. Holt fains a smile before slamming the back of his hand across the face of the gunmen. "Tell him, I'll be in touch," answers Holt as he and Caroline walk out of the bar. Chrystin pulls up outside and both Holts get into the car.
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"You are going to get yourself killed," shouts Chrystin as she speeds off toward the safe house. Caroline was sitting in the back with her headphones in as Holt looks out the window.
"I know what I am doing," responds Holt as he turns back towards Chrystin.
"Is that so then tell me why are you still hung up on Jamo? The guy is a complete nutjob and doesn't need to have time wasted on him," says Chrystin as she quickly switches the subject towards Dustin's match with Jamo at Breakthrough 52.
Dustin doesn't respond with any sort of verbal response as he resumes looking out the window.
You might think this was crazy. Me, the man who made a career out of doing crazy shit like but for me this just another day. For months, I have listened to Jamo call himself the Hardcore legend and it sickens me. You can't just call yourself a legend when you've done nothing to truly earn that right. I, on the other hand, have made it my mission to crush your spirit by leveling your ego to resemble the rubble like ground zero in New York.
You first began as some grim reaper wannabe trying to act all macho and tough. You thought you had me beat in our first meeting but then I showed everyone just how ruthless I can be in mere seconds. Whether it's a regular match or a match with ultraviolet intentions, I have been better than you Jamo. One win doesn't change it. One win doesn't solitfy it. The massacre of Jamo will show the world I mean business. I meant what I said when after I leave you a rotting corpse in this ring. I will move on from you and place my hands on that stupid idiots known as Katie Moicelle.
You see Jamo, you are justs a means to an end. You are the final chapters in a horror story and I'm the author who will pen them. I have done it all in this business but come Breakthrough I do the one thing I haven't done in a long times. That is make a tactical decision on leaving a trail of blood that will circle you so the vultures could feed on your dead carcus. You could have stayed out of my way Jamo but you decided this war had to continue but it shall end. It will end. Nothing you do can or will stop you from the inevitable catastrophic meltdown that awaits you. I hope you have everything in order because your life ends as my definitive statement begins.
Holt's train of thought comes to an end as Chrystin pulls I to the garage attachment to the safe house. The scene slowly begins to fade as the door slowly comes down.
The voice of Holt rang out like a song as three men were perched in the window just across the street from Bodega Bar and Grill. Holt was enjoying a nice beer and a nice burger when he could spot the red dot from one of the sniper's. It was no secret how much the United States Government want Holt but he was always three steps ahead of their best agents.
"How long you going to run?" asks his sister was joining him for the first time in Baltimore.
"I will run until these bastards can't catch me," says Holt as he remains on the barstool drinking his Samuel Adams Boston Lager. He was aware of the two men outside of the establishment as his free hand slipped inside his leather jacket.
"What does Chrystin think of your life as a rogue agent for the US government?" asks Caroline who was reaching into her waistband sensing an intense gunfight was about to occur.
"Chrystin is okay with this life style. I get to create chaos and go home to a beautiful woman," answers Holt as he lifts his eyes toward the mirror. The two lone gunmen enter the bar holding two semi-automatic pistols with extended magazines hanging from the magazine well. Holt slips a fifty dollar bill onto the bar while motioning for the bartender to get out of there.
One shot rings out as one gunmen holds his pistol in the air. A small trail of smoke escapes from the barrel as the guy spoke with a muffled voice. "No one move. We are looking for this man," he states while holding a picture of Dustin Holt for the world to see but the picture was an older one which didn't show much. "This man is highly trained in espionage and knows how to blend with you common folk," the second gunmen adds while they move across the room shoving the photograph into everyone's face.
One nce by one the people were shaking their heads as the men were becoming annoyed. They were sure Dustin was in this bar. "Since you people want to remain silent, I guess my partner and I will begin killing all of you. Can't leave witness," says the first gunmen.
"Do that and you're liable to get a bullet between your eyes," rings out a voice as the two gunmen look at each other. They almost recognized the voice as the first gunmen holsters his pistol and slings his M141 off his shoulder and holds it by the handle and foregrip.
"Who said that?" asks the gunmen. "Show yourself," demands the other as they begin to circle the room again. A slight nodded comes from Holt as he and Caroline spin on their stools. At the same time, they draw their pistols and points them at the two gunmen. "Is this wha you boys wanted?" joked Caroline as Holt gets to his feet.
"I know that scumbag Jethro sent your asses down here so I'm going to let you boys give him a message for me," says Holt as he walks closer to them. Jethro Hall, the former head of HS6, as been gunning for Holt ever since he blew the gun smuggling ring happening by Hall and his men. "What's the message?" asks the second gunmen with a joking tone to it. Holt fains a smile before slamming the back of his hand across the face of the gunmen. "Tell him, I'll be in touch," answers Holt as he and Caroline walk out of the bar. Chrystin pulls up outside and both Holts get into the car.
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"You are going to get yourself killed," shouts Chrystin as she speeds off toward the safe house. Caroline was sitting in the back with her headphones in as Holt looks out the window.
"I know what I am doing," responds Holt as he turns back towards Chrystin.
"Is that so then tell me why are you still hung up on Jamo? The guy is a complete nutjob and doesn't need to have time wasted on him," says Chrystin as she quickly switches the subject towards Dustin's match with Jamo at Breakthrough 52.
Dustin doesn't respond with any sort of verbal response as he resumes looking out the window.
You might think this was crazy. Me, the man who made a career out of doing crazy shit like but for me this just another day. For months, I have listened to Jamo call himself the Hardcore legend and it sickens me. You can't just call yourself a legend when you've done nothing to truly earn that right. I, on the other hand, have made it my mission to crush your spirit by leveling your ego to resemble the rubble like ground zero in New York.
You first began as some grim reaper wannabe trying to act all macho and tough. You thought you had me beat in our first meeting but then I showed everyone just how ruthless I can be in mere seconds. Whether it's a regular match or a match with ultraviolet intentions, I have been better than you Jamo. One win doesn't change it. One win doesn't solitfy it. The massacre of Jamo will show the world I mean business. I meant what I said when after I leave you a rotting corpse in this ring. I will move on from you and place my hands on that stupid idiots known as Katie Moicelle.
You see Jamo, you are justs a means to an end. You are the final chapters in a horror story and I'm the author who will pen them. I have done it all in this business but come Breakthrough I do the one thing I haven't done in a long times. That is make a tactical decision on leaving a trail of blood that will circle you so the vultures could feed on your dead carcus. You could have stayed out of my way Jamo but you decided this war had to continue but it shall end. It will end. Nothing you do can or will stop you from the inevitable catastrophic meltdown that awaits you. I hope you have everything in order because your life ends as my definitive statement begins.
Holt's train of thought comes to an end as Chrystin pulls I to the garage attachment to the safe house. The scene slowly begins to fade as the door slowly comes down.
