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This graphic novel I wrote in December 2011 is a warning of things to come, if we do not change our ways as a society. This story is set in the near future where a majority of the municipalities are filing bankruptcy on a massive scale, crime is up and there are very few police officers because of budget cuts. The Cartels are hiring PMC's (Private Military Contractors) to transport their contraband throughout the Bay Area. The new Bullseye (played by Steven Yuen) and Taskmaster (Michael K. Williams) are recent graduates from the CrimeEx training camps that are funded and recruited by the Juan Valecitos aka the Power Broker (Antonio Banderas). Bullseye and Taskmaster are career criminals from the streets of Oakland, CA that have big plans to expand their own criminal enterprise with the skills and logistical expertise that they learned at the camps in Pahrump, NV. They have thirty successful runs with their colleague Hawkeye (Ryan Gosling) who is actually a former US Army Delta Force Sniper who is working undercover with SHIELD's Narco Terror Division. They start from the ground up and fight gang after gang until they reach the upper echelons of the criminal networks of CrimeEx.


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Taskmaster & Bullseye

Crime Ex Part 1

A Graphic Novel

By Charles S. Hahn

Copyright December 12th, 2011

Black Sun by Stephen Rigmaiden is being played in the background as Bullseye, Taskmaster and Hawkeye are doing a late night run in a white Toyota Venza in downtown Oakland, CA. It's the not so distant future; the federal government is almost broke and cannot bail out many of the states along with their municipalities. As a result of this new economic downturn, cities across the United States are declaring bankruptcy at record rates, gasoline is now priced at $10 a gallon, mafia godfathers are now the politicians and paramilitary contractors conduct forced protection missions for corporate elites and their families. There is virtually no law because the public can no longer afford their police forces or their retirement pensions. In fact now in the near future, Carlton Fisk is no longer just the Kingpin of the NY Underworld, he is now a dapper Brioni wearing don with nicely groomed hair resembling a dignified Tony Soprano, who represents his constituents of NYC in the New York State Senate. The Silver Surfer wanted to warn the Earth of another impending galactic crisis and briefly came to our planet, in search of Earth's newest superheroes. He sadly wept crushing an incoming asteroid headed for earth, debating if he should have ever intervened for the earth he once knew is now mutants seeking shelter in sewer systems, greedy politicians ruling the planet and the super heroes he once met have all disappeared. The only heroes he could find and swiftly denied are in a Toyota Venza moving 30 kilos of pure Trujillo cocaine with ambitions of financial glory.

Panel 1-Fremont, CA 2014 1630pm

Its a busy day at this large independent auto parts store in Fremont CA off Grimmer Blvd. The shelves and interior aura of the store is late 70's styling, reminiscent of John Travolta's character's hardware store in Saturday Night Fever. A news reporter is seen on the television above reporting on the crime stats in the Bay Area, because of cities such as Oakland, CA going bankrupt. She states "There is an alarming trend of both small and large businesses that are hiring PMC's or Private Military Contractors to protect their goods, because the police in cities such as Oakland and San Francisco, are on the verge of declaring bankruptcy as Vallejo, CA did back in 2008. These are large cities in which could spark a downturn for the already ailing US economy with a depreciated dollar, raising new fears of hyperinflation. Crime has shot up with Oakland homicides at 220 up nearly 150 from last year. Businesses are not the only ones hiring PMC's, the drug cartels and organized crime are hiring specialized units that transport illicit drugs, turning our roadways into war zone, while others have been selected for assassinations of rival cartel leaders or public figures."

A medium build grey short bearded middle aged man completes the weekly business ledger in his office. Posted on his wall are photographs of his prior service in Grenada. A Ranger Emblem and a Bronze Star are framed next to his Retired leather vest with a 1% patch reading "Lich Kings MC" with a skeletal red-eyed figure on a throne wearing a crown and with a California bottom rocker beneath it. Engraved beneath the portrait of his outlaw biker vest reads "Founder".

Sam "Pops" Reddington takes a sip of his iced Jameson whiskey and stretches out in his chair. He smiles gazing upon a small portrait of him, his deceased wife Jenna and his daughter Amy when she was three, standing before "Pop's Friendly Autoparts" grand opening in 1986". Pops thinks to himself while taking another swig of his Jameson "Just a few more runs sweetie. Just give your father some more time." Reddington gets up from his seat and approaches the warehouse floor.

He inspects the loaders as they fill brake discs, shock absorbers and car batteries with kilos of cocaine and heroin. He shouts a few orders to the loaders to get the parts ready for Route 17 run to Redwood City. The loaders work efficiently in an assembly line concealing the drugs in the internals of the metallic parts, loading them into numbered carts based on their route, dispatch scans the driver's tags and the drivers quickly move the carts out to their cars. On the dispatch floor, drivers in blue uniforms stand behind a plexiglass panel with a big red line in front of them. A young woman in her late 20's is ordering drivers to get their numbered carts in which are numbered accordingly based upon what city or destination they are going to.

Amy

"Julio and Dante I need you to get the Route 1 please. Go closest to furthest. Wahid and Chang I need you to take the Route 4 Whipple and Thornton, go closest to furthest."

As the Route 1 two-man team embarks in their white 2012 Toyota Camry from the loading dock Pops Friendly Auto Parts to their short distance run from Fremont Blvd to Osgood Road, a bike lock chain goes through their windshield at 90mph from a mysterious motorcyclist on a Suzuki Hirabusa. The glass shatters in the driver's face. He veers off Osgood road near an industrial complex. Dante, the Camry's gunner reaches for his MP5 PDW but his reaction is too late, because two high speed bikers approach their blind side too swiftly, filling both Dante and Julio with a flurry of armor piercing rounds from their silenced bungee sling attached H&K MP7s. A black BMW X5 finally comes from behind; a small team of masked men exit from the SUV and begin transferring the stolen contraband from the Camry into the BMW X5. The motorcyclists provide security and their one or two-piece black Polydura uniforms with silver calligraphy reads "VelociTalons MC" and their bottom rocker states "National"

Amy

Dad, where the do you find these drivers? I got 8 out of the 20 routes unaccounted for.

Pops

Did they check in?

Amy

Over half an hour ago, it's Friday and all of them seemed to have gone out to lunch at the same exact time. Most likely they all are drinking and partying while on shift. I smell it on these guys Dad. At my old Title Company every single one of them would have been fired.

Pops

(Chuckles)

And you traded corporate power suits for all this. Barstools, brake disc dust, hogs and meth heads.

Amy

By the way Uncle Mitch and Mr. Valecitos called.

A driver accidentally drops a few brake discs from the metal cart on the floor. The driver immediately goes to pick it up but inadvertently bumps the cart into the brake pad shelf knocking them over.

Amy

(Aggravated)

Your mother should have dropped you on your head. You should have been a miscarriage! Complete and utter failure! Pick those fucking pads up; you're a natural born loser!

(Looks at Pops)

You see what I mean? Complete incompetence! (Pauses) Route 20 check in? Route 18 check in?

Pops kneels down to help the driver and assists in restocking the shelf.

Pops

(Suspicious)

That makes 10 not checking in?

Amy

Yup! When they come back I'm gonna rip their balls off. Route 20 was the biggest load.

Pops

(Ponders to himself)

Rippers! They're on to us. Where's Clint?

Amy

Route 18 San Francisco. They just completed their last run. Dad what's going on?

Pops

Who's he with?

Amy

(Pulls out the Rte 18 file on the computer. Two drivers, one Asian and the other an African American pictures are displayed along with pertinent data are displayed on her 21 in. LED monitor)

Two psychopaths this world has ever conceived.

Pops

(Looks at the LED screen)

Get them online. I need you to get in touch with Uncle Mitch and Valecitos immediately, tell em Code 6 and reach me by Satphone. I'll take their calls in my office. Tell all drivers Code 6 and 10-6 all radios until we beep them. Get all my escort drivers online. Make sure you track every driver. I need to Clint back up online. Get him to safety!

Amy

If I ever get them online, I'll shoot them myself.

(Gazes at her picture with Clint at the Grand Canyon on her Iphone and says to herself)

Get out of there, Clint. I'm counting on you!


Panel 2- Mission Rock, San Francisco CA. 2014 1600pm:

A white 2012 Toyota Venza V6 has its specialized moon roof and windows open while marijuana smoke exits the crossover all wheel drive SUV. The sound of Hustler's Convention Meltdown is in almost perfect sync to the sun setting over the San Francisco Bay Area. Sailboats are coasting throughout the Bay, joggers are running on the nicely paved sidewalks and the sun's beams bounces off the expensive glass and steel apartment buildings scattered throughout the strip leading to the SF Giants ballpark.

The driver is a 27-year-old 5'6" still baby faced Korean man wearing a blue plain J-Crew baseball hat matched accordingly with a 5.11 navy blue polo and his khakis are special with built in tourniquets. In the passenger seat a long braided African American man with a well trimmed goatee in his mid 30's is wearing the same 5.11 polo in heather gray filling a glass pipe with a combination of marijuana and well-grounded hashish on his black polymer clipboard. The Midwestern Caucasian Protestant is the third man is in his 30's wearing Oakley Delta Force shades and boots matched alongside his Blackhawk tourniquet khakis and navy blue shirt. The trio is the designated Route 18 or Bravo Team by their radio codes. The letters QLS are sewn on the left side of their polo shirts reading "Quality Logistical Services". After flicking his pen a few times, the young Asian man puts one of his Japanese aluminum steel reinforced Zebra pens back into the right shirtsleeve pocket. The trio is festive because today is pay-day and they have finished their runs for the week. They are alerting each other when they see a pretty lady running by and give points to the best female bodies in tight body forming spandex. The Caucasian man seems to be leading the pack in identifying the women.

Upon the hill of 17th Street, Eight Velocitalons are in position as they await their targets in the white 2014 Ford Fusion making its way on Mariposa Street. The leader Miguel " Thrillkill" Velaquez is a well-known Dominican contractor from the East Coast that conducts ripper jobs for the Estrato Cartel who is competing for dominance on the West Coast distribution rights against their rivals from the Lake Chapala Cartel or Lake Cartel.

He instructs his fellow riders in their black one piece Polydura Velocitalon uniforms to rev their engines up to 60mph and kill the power when they approach down hill. Thrillkill's black helmet has a special silver insignia indicating his leadership role and an integrated command and control walkie-talkie that he can activate via VOX or pressing a small button on the side of his helmet. Velocitalons is a mixed gang composed of many nationalities that are sport bike enthusiasts that went one percenter because of the lucrative drug transport trade. Their preference is to kill silently at high speeds without attracting attention. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter because in these coming days the cops are so broke, it's not worth a high pursuit of a Hirabusa hit team going at 1200 cc with weapons and traveling in formation. They Resemble Cobra Vipers some have vests but most keep low profile with bandolier messenger bike bag mag pouches to blend in with public.


Hawkeye

(Detecting the blonde 5'10" woman jogger in a black jog bro and shorts, running on the paved trail)

Ms. Marvel over there!

Taskmaster

(After taking a riff )

My Lord she's fine! Good eye!

Bullseye

(Taking the pipe from Taskmaster and lighting it)

Wow! Right on the money Clint! If there ever was a New Avengers movie who do you think would be the best to play her?

Taskmaster

Could the actress be of any generation?

Bullseye

Shoot brother!

Taskmaster

Sandahl Bergman! Conan's girl. Peep game youngin, I forgot you were born when that movie came out. Before Conan, she came out in an Israeli film "She" back in 81. She was the first to kill it with the "fur cloth" bikini. It's set in an apocalypse, no guns only swords and knives. Sandahl looked the best in "She" compared to "Conan".

Hawkeye

She was nude in Conan !

Taskmaster

True! There is a nude scene of her taking a bath after the Broadway dancer, the original femme fatale I might add, completes her trials to be a "She" goddess. (Pauses) But, get this they sacrifice the men. The Shes cannot have emotional relationships with men, who are in She's world, second-class citizens. There's this one scene that tops her as being the Ms. Marvel for the New Avengers Movie. They sneak into the Norks camp on a rescue operation and cannot access the front gate. So they hide out in this alley and wait for the Norks. She motions to her colleague to get the last two approaching Nork recruits in a rear naked choke. So she jumps out and grabs the dude in a choke and takes him into the alley. For some reason the director cut the scene. They should have extended the scene, where you could see Sandahl's beautifully toned arms choking the dude, while her C-cups in the signature fur bikini were pressed against her victim, slowly constricting him to death so she can take his uniform. What a good way to go out as a dude. Its kinda kinky, but your boy Task be freaky like that!

(Hawkeye and Bullseye chuckle at Taskmaster's animated opening statements)

Bullseye

A lady giving a dude headlock is turning you on? You are really on some freaky S&M shit bro with that. Jamie Pressly got my vote. She can play Moonstone and Ms. Marvel too. You see how toned her stomach is! I wouldn't mind a rear naked choke from her. Just to feel her stomach. Jaime Pressly Mortal Kombat's Mika in the leather bikini got my vote! Hawkeye, whatcha got? Top my girl Jaime and do not betray your boy and go with Task's and his cougar MILF'er S&M fur bikini type of get down.

Hawkeye

(Studies them while taking another hit)

Sandahl Bergman bro! She's the ultimate hottie for Ms. Marvel. She was an inch close of playing Red Sonja, but Bridgette took the role. Bullseye, you just have to check out some of her movies to understand. She started the whole Barbarian Queen femme fatale and made sci fi sexy. She's a legacy holder, that's who Ms. Marvel is. Jamie would be a good Moonstone for sure. She's always the bad girl, she got those seductively sinister cat eyes for a blonde, but she don't have that perfected dancer's hard body the way Sandahl does. She was the 80's hard body physical fitness queen; she had her own workout videos. That's how cut Ms. Marvel is supposed to be.

Taskmaster

(Gives Hawkeye a pound.)

Ya feel me Patna! Besides Bigg Pimpin T told me that his tricks he got working the 24/h internet weed cafes are getting paid $3,000 a headlock with a theatrical costume from Pacific Stock Exchange hipsters.

Hawkeye

(Shares a laugh but then quickly spots an Asian female jogger)

Psylocke!

Taskmaster

(To Bullseye)

Look Asian boy, you need to handle some of that! She bad!

Bullseye just blows him off.

Hawkeye

Man I want her!

Bullseye

The white dudes and that damn yellow fever.

Taskmaster

(Shuts off Amy, alerting him on his Boost walkie)

Bitch it's Friday, its payday and we can only take so much of your passive aggressiveness because that tampon is wrapped too tight. Phoebe Cates for me! My Black Panther fist vote in the Psylocke Round. She looked cool with the short hair in Bright Lights, Big City -Jay McInerney

Hawkeye

(Pulls out the bottle waters from the medium cooler and hands them to his partners)

30 straight runs!

Bullseye

We did it!

The average drivers in our profession have a 4 run life expectancy. Cheers brothers!

Taskmaster

The rules be kinda f*cked up. We get a small share of the profits but we get all the blame if everything goes bad even if police, rippers or a car accident jacks us. We gotta get outta this game someday.

Bullseye

You see that armored truck for Rhyers Interglobal Bank. For the past 4 routes we did here, the guard gets out at 1630. If we got him in the middle before he got to the armored truck, we would be in and out in less than 4 minutes.

Taskmaster

1630 eh? What's he holding?

Bullseye

A Sig P226 plus another driver inside, it shouldn't be nothing major.

Hawkeye

Yeah the new buildings shadows would be great for concealment. We could hit the 280 freeway within 3 blocks.

Bullseye

And we're ghost from there. Hit the 101 south or go towards Mountain View on the 85.

Taskmaster

Damn we're good. (Cheers Bullseye while taking another hit) PMC Nevada Proving Grounds homie! Ice City boy!

Bullseye

(Responds in kind with a gang handshake)

Cold hearts get money.

Taskmaster

(Finishes the handshake)

Cause the North Pole freezes ice on our chains.

Hawkeye understand why Bullseye said Black Mafia fam. The Mexican street gangs in California backed by the cartels now dominate the corners. Some of the smaller Asians and Black gangs had to form alliances in order to compete.

Hawkeye

A toast to thirty successful runs! Can you believe that? There is a God!

Bullseye

Oh no, I feel another sermon coming from our favorite gun toting Bible thumping Christian. The irony of this Midwestern white boy!

Hawkeye

Task, come on I need your vote on this one. Was our 30 runs unscathed mere scientific chance or a divine Creator that was looking out for us?

Bullseye

Looking out for us? We're in the drug transport business, hello? Why would God even consider us, we're the bad guys remember?

Taskmaster

(Studies both of them)

I'll tell you what, I do believe in God. He's gonna accept me in those pearly gates no matter what.

Bullseye

You hear this guy? My patna Task is a known killa on the streets. He's bs'ing I know it.

Taskmaster

(Plays with his 5 cast iron skull necklace)

Trust me, Lucifer don't want any of me. He's gonna say "That n**gga's way too crazy."

(They all burst into hysterical laughter)

Hawkeye

So Bullseye? Do you believe it was just chance or Divine intervention? Perhaps, we've been saved to do something good but we don't know it yet?

Bullseye

First let me ask why do you believe?

(Hawkeye remembers his trip through Highway 1 with Amy on the back of his bike)

Hawkeye

After the war I took a trip down to Yosemite on my bike. Its that peace you feel when you see the sunlight shining through those tall trees off 101 South after Gilroy or how the ocean crashes against the rocks down the 1.

(Bullseye smiles and relates)

Bullseye

Perhaps angels, I do believe in those.

Panel 3- Bullseye and X-23 1999, Oxnard, CA 0100am

Bullseye was a young dj in the House music scene back in the late 90's and was travelling to Oxnard from the Bay Area. He was also a mid level ecstasy dealer who got his pills from the Russian mob of San Francisco, CA. X-23 or Laura "Jenn"Linney, was doing a few high profile client prostitution gigs out in Oxnard and met Bullseye while partying at a "rave" Bullseye was spinning at.

X-23 is looks astonishing in her black satin jeans with a matching tank top. Her half Latina Filipina mixed light skin is enhanced to perfection by the dj lights that Bullseye posted in their hotel room. They are both intoxicated from MDMA and having a good time. She comes close to him on the bed as he blushes with excitement.

X-23

(Softly moaning)

Baby. Do you want me to touch you?

Bullseye

Yes, my love.

X-23 gentle touches him intimately while he grips her shoulders gently and slides his hand down her backline, breasts and inner thigh. She moans with pleasure as he pulls her tank top revealing a black satin Victoria's Second Skin Satin bra down, kissing one of her breasts. They passionately make love and it is Bullseye's first time. They interlock eyes while kissing each other deeply solidifying the destiny of the two strangers from different coasts who have now merged as one. Her touch is soft and gentle; provocatively encouraging him as she breathes harder feeling his heart mend hers, with every finger from his hand rubbing against her beautifully sculpted body. .

Bullseye then pulls out a green Tiffany gift box and hands it to Laura "Jenn" Linney. The song playing on his Technics DAT in the background is Kerri Chandler's Dee Dee Brave - Mookie's Bio (Bassmental EP) She unwraps it and is marveled by the diamond studded diamond necklace. Bullseye unhooks it for her and places it gently around her neck as the jeweled heart is perfectly centered on her heart. As they lay together after making love,

Bullseye

You're not gonna live this life anymore.

You're all I got left.

X-23

(Consumed with joy, still touching him)

Why do you make me? Why are you so good to me?

Bullseye

Cause you're the only girl that understood. You never judged me. Let me flip these two packs and their all yours babe.

X23

I don't care about the small stuff. All I want is your heart.

Bullseye

(Still aroused)

After I handle a few things, we're gonna talk to that man of yours. I got that scratch already marked on my pistol for your man Zebrahead on the list of my top ten priorities. You want him out of your life. Say the word, my love

(Pulls out a Glock 26)

I'll call out his bluff anytime. You're gonna be the boss lady of our club. You're my queen of the nightlife.

She kisses him tenderly and says "Goto sleep" and both of them fall asleep together, holding one another. Meanwhile, a federal drug task force team of eight, plus support on standby 3 blocks away are casing out the small motel room on Channel Islands, Oxnard, CA. The entry tactical expert is in a full balaclava accompanied by a Kevlar PASGT helmet and vest. He holds a Benelli M1 shotgun and is approaching the door. His African American partner, who graduated top of his class at UC Berkeley and Quantico specializing in urban hostage rescue, is in tactical combat uniform, holding his 9mm MP5A4 with polymer stock. X-23 awakens to the footsteps moving up the stairs. She sees a vision of the agent holding the Benelli; Rick Swensen in debt to the LA Triads for not covering spreads on bad wagers on NFL games. She hears him through her obscure mutant telepathy say

Agent Swensen

Little Asian boy better be having my cash. I gotta cover Sunday's spread. I know Dallas will cover the ten points.

She also sees the Latino member of the entry team handing the shotgunner a spare motel key as he slips the card in and waits for the light to go red from green. Jenn Linney slowly reaches for Bullseye's Glock, she chamber checks the pistol and from the moonlight she sees a live round beneath the slide. Linney allows the slide to move forward. The task force suddenly burst in yelling "Search Warrant, Federal Agents!"

X-23 points the Glock 26 at the shotgunner, while with mutant strength pushes the sleeping Bullseye off the King sized bed.

Agent Swensen

Gun!

Swensen fires three times striking X-23 in the abdomen and her upper chest with police grade 12-gauge buckshot, literally splitting her small frame in two by the impact of the blast at close range. Her mutant response time follows, squeezing off one round from the Glock 26 into the Kevlar vest forcing Swensen to stumble back, striking Agent Thomas' MP5A4 towards the ceiling, as a full melee burst from his trigger finger adds to the confusion with its loud fully automatic sound and flash in the dark. Agent Hernandez fires his MP5A4 towards the bed, finishing off what's left of Ms. Laura "Jenn" Linney. The three-foot fall from the bed saved Bullseye's life as he looks in shock and horror seeing the girl he loved, his first love being ripped to pieces by automatic shotgun and sub machine gun fire. He is devastated as he looks in disbelief making eye contact with her corpse while being handcuffed.

Agent Thomas

Call 911, Medic!!!!! Stay with me girl. Stay with me.

They secure him into the other room, while he sees the agents take off their sweaty balaclavas and notices the new generation of law enforcement. Swensen takes lead and seizes the 2000 pills of Schedule 1 contraband, the Tiffany necklace and 15k in cash. He is escorted out of the motel room and sees the beautiful ocean crash on the beautiful soft sanded beach coastline, getting a glimpse of that lovely young couple that once walked it and his first kiss at age 17; Bullseye gets dragged into a police van as they embark on an hour's drive away to downtown Los Angeles.

They arrive at the federal building in downtown Los Angeles. He is then hauled off to an interrogation room. Agent Thomas plays good cop, giving him coffee and offered him some Kool Lights menthol cigarettes. Bullseye takes the coffee, but not the cigarettes.

Agent Thomas

You think this is a game young man? You're lucky to be alive. That was your gun; you're just as responsible as she was. You're looking at Federal conspiracy charge and the amount we recovered, you're not gonna be charged as a minor for this. You work with me and tell me who your connect is and maybe I can drop your 15 year sentence down to probation.

Bullseye stares at him with cold eyes, that seems to have blackened from brown to charcoal in the interrogation room.

Bullseye

They better give me 15 years. That's plenty of lead-time for you from the start line. I suggest you start moving now.

Agent Thomas

(Smiles at his audacity)

Are you threatening a Federal agent, kid?

Bullseye

More like Mark, Get set and Go! Get me my f*cking lawyer!

Agent Hernandez and Agent Swensen come in, shoulder checking the short teenager in the mouth. Blood emerges as Hernandez kicks the chair legs from beneath him and Bullseye's head knocks against the pavement.

Agent Thomas

We want the Russians, not you! You think they're gonna give two shits about you? Once the word is out, you're a dead man. A Spetnaz trained hit team is just waiting to open up on you. In the big house, you're fish food! I'll put you with the South Side Mexicans that will eat you up like Chorizo in their breakfast burrito. You think an Asian kid gonna last in Quentin?

Bullseye

(Spitting blood)

You're wasting time. You guys could have been in Palm Springs by now. Get me my lawyer!

Agent Swensen loses it and pummels Bullseye to the ground. He begins kicking him in the abdomen and gets two stomps on his head while the other agents rush to remove him.

As Bullseye is dragged off to a holding cell, Agent Thomas gets a chill down his spine as Bullseye studies every feature of his face. His eyes are full of wrath and fury. He would never forget that day even as he excelled in his job in catching dealers to the position of Director of Shield, Narco Terror Division, alongside one of Nick Fury's protégés Maria Hill. Bullseye gets a 3-year sentence reduction and pleads no contest to the charges of conspiracy and possession.

Taskmaster

Payday's here.

A white Chevy Malibu pulls up to the Venza's driver's side. In the passenger seat of the Malibu sits a late 20's shorthaired Vietnamese male with wayfarer type sunglasses smiling at the team, smelling the aroma of the marijuana. The driver is a Latino man by the name of Luis in his early 20's.

Pay Day

What's up fellas, celebrating early eh?

Bullseye

Smells like victory! You got our checks?

PayDay throws Bullseye a large heavy weighted manila envelope; he then takes one of the rubber-banded stacks of $10k and conceals it in the large armrest storage compartment. He then passes the envelope to Taskmaster. Taskmaster throws Pay Day the pipe, while he takes several hits from it and passes it back to Bullseye.

Luis

Yo where's my hit?

Hawkeye

You're gonna mess up the rotation. Wait your turn.

Luis
Yo that's fucked up. Next time I'm gonna deliver your payroll late.

The trio cracks jokes on Luis as they deliberately passed him up to get a reaction from him. He's the sensitive type that takes things too personally.

Pay Day

30 successful runs! Nice! You heard about Javier right?

Bullseye

Nah, what happened?

Pay Day

CHP was on his ass, so he torched his own car. Pops didn't even reimburse the poor guy. He didn't last 3 days. Did everything right too.

Luis

What's that word again? We like expenses and shit?

Hawkeye

Expendable?

Luis

Yeah that's it!

Bullseye

That's why we said, "Eat a dick" to dispatch today. We survived 2 months in this game.

Pay Day

Yeah I gotta hit Amy up soon. She's PMS ing with the Alert button on the two way. She's so annoying.

Taskmaster

(Laughs)

You too? Its Friday time to get high day and we all just got paid. Yo Luis! (Throws him the loaded pipe) I just loaded it.

Luis misses the catch as the pipe bounces off his head and fresh buds mixed with black ash fall over his shirt and pants.

Luis

Stupid!! Think fast could've helped. You're gonna pay for my dry cleaning bitches. These are Banana Republic khakis!

The Velocitalons measure their downhill speed with oncoming traffic; the 8 Talons then cut their engines and coast down the hill in neutral going speeds at 60-70 mph, steering through traffic and on sidewalks. They see the white Venza, but its too late to change course, the hi-speed biker gang is already in play. Luis gets out of the driver's seat because he got burnt by hot ashes when he tried to catch a glass pipe full of fresh Oakland grapes branded "Daddy Purple" mixed with prime Kush hashish that was melted down into a paste that perfectly blended the two. The Dominican leader pulls out his machete while passing Louis slicing his rear spinal artery with ease, splashing the entire white Chevy Malibu oxygenated red. Payday the young Vietnamese payroll/ load escort driver ducks down in the nick of time as another rider follows through with a full automatic stream of bullets from his MP-7 PDW.

Bullseye

(To PayDay)

Get down!

Bullseye cross-draws his Glock 18 . 40 caliber with his right hand from a conceal carry holster in his left side door and fires a .40 caliber into the Velocitalon's helmet before his submachine gun iron sights were placed on Payday's head.

Taskmaster

Covering fire!! More shooters!!

Hawkeye

(Out the moon roof covering with his ACR)

PayDay get in, get in!!

The Venza speeds off in pursuit of the Velocitalons.

Taskmaster

(To PayDay)

You hit? Are you good?

PayDay

I'm good. I need some more firepower!

Hawkeye hits the secret compartment and pulls out an additional ACR 6.8, while Taskmaster presses a button on his Saunder's OfficeMax clipboard converting into a Kriss SMG. Hawkeye quickly passes Payday a matching ACR 6.8 rifle, with an 8 magazine shoulder pouch. Hawkeye does a tactical reload of his weapon and is out the moon roof engaging his targets. He activates his wireless headset to communicate with his driver and navigator. Bullseye quickly puts on his seatbelt, while Taskmaster is out of the passenger's side window holding the rail above the Venza's sunroof. Payday fires a stuccato of heavy rifled rounds at the additional incoming assailants. Taskmaster's 1st concealed 20 rd magazine expels within half a second as he is out the passenger side window nearly over the small sunroof engaging the additional threats. The dreadlocked mercenary from the Oakland streets ejects the mag and loads another 30 round magazine from a small pouch hidden close to him in the vehicle.

Bullseye is in a frenzy trying to keep his cool as he rolls up his window and then steps on the brake and ignition button starting the Toyota Venza. The Velocitalons break formation, losing the element of surprise as Hawkeye is out the Venza's moonroof unleashing his ACR 6.8 Magpul carbine with ACOG fiberoptic scope and landing a small burst into another rider wielding another Mp7. Payday fires his military grade rifle from the left side of the Venza as Bullseye hits the gas and the crossover suv takes off swerving into a Talon that reacted too slowly in starting his motorcycle engine back on, sending him into a Chevy truck from oncoming traffic. The Venza has light Kevlar plating that reacts similar to plate mail that retards after impact but still sturdy enough to take up to 2000 rds of 7.62 x 39 mm. because of its weight proportions based on the vehicle's improved V6 engine. It is still fuel-efficient and could run on the ethanol from some cheap tequila you could find at the liquor store. This TRD AWD Venza at 380 hp is not for major engagements; it's for deliveries and getting the product to the customers. On its Navigation screen its got GPS, icon touch screen police scanner and 400 yard short-ranged radar with integrated highway and roadside traffic alerts via satellite. The moonroof and sunroof open so the rear and side passengers are the primary and secondary gunners in the professional drug transport trade. Bullseye, PayDay and Taskmaster are Merc Net PMC trained by international trainers from various Special Forces or wetworks intelligence agencies. Their main gunner Hawkeye was a former infantry sniper for the 10th Mountain Division in Iraq. The Armorer, Team bravo's Jewish American arms dealer still works for Starktech Incorporated, Aerospace Division and was employed at age 19 as a lead project engineer, but is a gunsmith and car enthusiast by nature. He sells high grade communications, counter surveillance, computers to move funds all over the world that are encrypted to government security standards, helicopters, private planes, weapons, optics and cars for the right price for the Bay Area criminal underground.

The Venza successfully counters the ambush sending the five remaining Velocitalons including their club president Thrillkill, riding southbound on 18th Street cornering up to Esprit Park passing Club Cocomo. It is rumored the local ghosts who became victims of the drug game haunt the park at night, but they appeared during the day also being alerted by the fully automatic gunfire exchange between five silenced mp7's from sportbikes and now two ACR 6.8mm plus a volley of ferocious .45 caliber rounds coming from the muzzle of a recoilless Kriss submachine gun; bright and rapid flashes of light are coming from the Venza, one of the ghosts with the red hoody and cap smiles as fifteen 6.8 rds rip one Talon sending him into the arms of the demonic ghost snatching his soul with shadowlike speed and casting them down to depths of Hades as steel core high kinetic rounds exit his body and easily lifts the sportbiker's lifeless body from his motorcycle forty feet into a mid sized oak tree. Taskmaster and Hawkeye are in perfect sync calibrating the lead on their moving targets with their weapons. Pay day yells "Right" firing the ACR modular battle rifle, unleashing a full melee burst at a target while the other vehicle gunners fixate right and lay down fire.

Bullseye

(Puts his wireless headset on)

Don't let those bastards get too close. We are limited on armor.

Taskmaster

(Putting his headset on)

These guys are good, real slick, but were taking them down, every last one of them.

PayDay

Contact Left!

Bullseye

Contact 9'oclock 30 yards.

Pay day fires his rifle in a panic missing his targets. Hawkeye adjusts his aim fighting the affects of high-grade hash mixed with marijuana, as he quickly sobers from a vocal measurement from his driver now serving as his spotter. With muscle memory, he takes out the street lieutenant crime lord's motorbike knocking it out of commission tossing the rider all over the grassy dog park.

Hawkeye

Stop the car and set perimeter!

Taskmaster

(Repeating the order just in case his team's ears were ringing from the moving gunfight)

Stop the car we got a live one! Good shooting Hawkeye.

Bullseye

Velocitalons! I heard of them. They're definitely majors, a crew of rippers that contracts out to the Estrato Cartel. Thought you caught us slipping?

LT Velocitalon

Just murk me damnit! I ain't telling you nothing.

PayDay

(Listening to the integrated police scanner from the Venza's GPS touch screen)

PoPo just got the call. It will take them 30 minutes. Back in the days it would have taken them less than 10 minutes. Isn't it great living in the end times?

Bullseye

Like my colleague said, we got plenty of time. We ain't afraid of no cops or your buddies.

Tell us where you're stash house is? I want the guy who sliced my co-worker's head off.

LT Velocitalon

Go to hell! We're a national one-percenter brand, do you think you stand a chance against us? All of you are gonna get murked.

Taskmaster

(Pulls out his Springfield XD40 and fires a round into the guys kneecap)

I don't have a lot of time!

LT Velocitalon

(Shrieking in pain)

Okay! Okay! Redwood City by the Dumbarton, we're at an old granite construction yard.

Hawkeye

(Grabs his motorcycle backpack and case from the Venza and commandeers the Hirabusa)

I'll get on it and do some recon. Meet me as soon as you can. Goto the Public Storage and get some more gear. We might need some backup too, call it in.

Bullseye

No let's do this ourselves. I'll get some more people, but what we gonna do with this prick here?

Taskmaster
(fires another round taking out his other kneecap)

Let him bleed out till the cops get here. Give Jake something to do and try to earn some overtime. Their retirement checks sure ain't coming. Let's move out!

Panel 4- 1200 Seaport Blvd, Redwood City CA. Quarry Industrial Zone

Hawkeye

(To himself while in prone position scouting out the perimeter of the refinery with his long-range optical sight)

It's a cluster fuck down there. Look at them, scrambling like ants. Let's move to the 500-yard line. Wait! Not yet. What the hell was that?

Hawkeye barely sees a barrel of a long ranged rifle pointing within his vicinity.

Hawkeye

(To Himself)

Damnit I missed one. He was probably doing his rounds; I missed him around the bend of that giant pole. He's on me now, I can feel his finger depressing that trigger.

Hawkeye sights in on the target and puts his sight picture on target of the camouflaged counter sniper on top of the refinery. He slowly presses the trigger first before the other trained sniper does and lands a suppressed 7.62 x 39mm at 800 yards in the counter sniper's nasal cavity, completely incapacating his skilled adversary's nervous system within ½ of a second.

Hawkeye receives a radio transmission.

Taskmaster

Overwatch come in?

Hawkeye

(Still in prone wiping the sweat off his brow)

I'm towards the south end of the field, move to my position.

(He switches his GPS tracker on from his wireless set, in, which sends out the coordinates to his teammates)

Taskmaster

What's our customer count?

Hawkeye

15-18

Hawkeye barely hears the sound of an electric-hybrid engine coming from his rear.

Hawkeye

Watch the dust, don't rev those engines, I hope you're not driving that white Venza on my 6.

Taskmaster

No that's Crossbones he's in a custom hybrid Delta Force dune buggy creeping in silence from the battery power at your 3. Sorry killa, we gotta get him in range.

Hawkeye

Roger that. You are covered up to the fence line. Proceed with caution.

10 minutes before insertion.

Bullseye

(Puts on his subdued urban balaclava and his signature 21st Century US Navy camouflaged anorak with the white bullseye insignia at the top of the hood)

Drivers, when you start hearing shots being fired. I need you guys to approach at moderate speeds. If you see that X6 or motorbikes get out of our sights. Ram them, do whatever you can do to stop them. Crossbones, try to target their motorbikes first. We will insert at the west entrance and move east. Triangulate with us the best you can.

Crossbones

What's the payout on this job? It better be worth my time.

Bullseye

It will be. This might be their stash house, so check your fire with that big gun attachment.

Crossbones

(Smiles while putting on his signature skull mask on that is camouflaged in a Multi Cam desert pattern)

I'll just take down the whole refinery then. Make it simpler and let you maggots scavenge the booty. (Racks the heavy machine gun on top of the special dune buggy) Don't forget about my cut!

Taskmaster

Yo Trauma Ward. Take some Zanax before you go out and remember don't shoot the black man in the other skull mask. Just from the sonic boom of one of those .50 rounds zipping by my head, I'm dead from a concussion.

Bullseye

Okay we got Hawkeye's signal. He's about 2 mics from our position. Maintain radio silence at all times, until we go live. They might have someone scanning our transmissions. PayDay and Task on me, let's move out!

Taskmaster radios in to Hawkeye. The firefight begins.

Panel 5-1200 Seaport Blvd, Redwood City, CA Rock Quarry 1830

Two new drivers and Crossbones are called to reinforce them since they all came from the MercNet camps. Bullseye is in a Navy Tiger Stripe Urban Subdued anorak hoody by Tactical Tailor with a matching Cobra Saboteur balaclava with a small urban camo white bullseye insignia above his forehead. The balaclava covers the mouth and his wireless headset is attached. His goggles are clear and switch to transparent in desert sun with a press of the button. This is helpful when day becomes night and vice versa. His sharp protruding Asian eyes are focused with fury as he grips his FN 2000 bullpup 5.56mm and holds it at the ready position. On both of his shirtsleeves near the wrists, he has 2 sets of 3 Zebra pens that become steel core shurikens that when the pen clip for the pocket is depressed the functional pen used for "proof of delivery" becomes his ultimate weapon with a kill rate of 90% accuracy. Bullseye's skills in the art of edged projectile weapons are still progressing and with every confirmed kill he gets when using the shurikens, edge him closer to mastery. Taskmaster is in subdued urban white camouflage with an Artic Gore-Tex Water proof ventilated ECWS Field Jacket with a black tac vest and sling for a small sawed off Mossberg semi automatic 500 series shotgun and a AK bin Laden with an Aimpoint Red Dot attached, still flexing the room clearing and wall busting 7.62 x 39mm round and mags. He also carries a small satchel with breaching tools and explosives. If things get hot he can also steal a car and has a customized electronic car encrypter to disarm the alarms and take possession if they had to run from police. His high tech metallic plated variation skull mask, allows his dreadlocks to hang loosely. The skull plated mask has a thermal imaging / night vision, comlink, ammunition counter and aim assister integrated in its holographic producing CPU. He's a medium built 5'9" with a right adamantium core leg that has studied and mastered every known martial art in less than 3 seconds, but is best at boxing. He's fast and built like Sugar Ray Leonard in his prime.

800 yards in cover near the breached fence line of the Velocitalon's wherehouse. Hawkeye reloads a magazine, after taking out a Velocitalon sniper that was tracking him with a silenced FMJ to the ocular nasal cavity, instantly severing his central nervous system, killing him at sub-sonic speeds. Hawkeye radios in that a group of five is loading duffel bags inside a black BMW X6 watching out for police. Bullseye throws two-dart/knife stainless steel cored into two sentries piercing their brains at 20 feet. Taskmaster pulls the wind-gate maneuver through the rear of the neck to the spinal nerve endings, quickly taking out another Talon from the fight. Payday joins the fight bringing two drivers and Crossbones a young former SSG heavy machine gunner for the 10th Mtn Division who earned the moniker "SSG Frag a flock" because of his efficiency in killing by littering insurgents and innocents he considered enemy collaborators with a vicious flurry of rifled rounds from his m249 SAAW and rocket launchers. Pay Day goes with the entry team while Crossbones is in a camouflaged Delta Force military dune buggy with a Hybrid /Ford Triton V8 and military grade shock absorbers sporting 400 hp AWD with light armor and low tech for desert recon Dune Buggy. Another driver is on standby in the Venza and is instructed to drive fast to the front gate upon comlink or if he sees the Velocitalons getting away on their motorbikes. Crossbones is in desert Mutli-Cam manning the mounted .50 caliber with matching desert black outlined wrestler's skull mask as this 6'4" light heavyweight 240lbs defensive lineman wraps his sand colored shegmagh around his head as the dune buggy's driver's original mission was to be showcased at an Anime event, but made it to the sand dunes from the old rock quarry half a mile away and creeping slowly to the 1/4mi. range. Thirteen Talons are left, so Crossbones fire at the lookout posts, exploding their positions with .50 caliber rounds as a large group of them scurry to a fortified concrete structure. The Velocitalons are in disarray heading to their bikes and spraying rounds while .50 caliber tracer fire, lights up the old shipping wherehouse where the Velocitalons stored their pirated goods from unsuspecting transporters. Bullseye is in prone position and fires his FN 2000 with perfect trigger control and shoulder support. None of Bravo Team "chicken wing" their weapons or expose the elbow when taking a corner with a rifle.

Ten rounds from Bullseye take an additional 2 targets out and the 5'6" sprinter takes cover, does a tactical reload of the weapon dropping the other half filled mag into his dump mag pouch at the side of his left hip, reminding him he's still got steel cored high quality FMJ's left and can get to them with a simple pull. Empty mags he just throws away. Taskmaster takes point while they leapfrog on a concrete fortified position that a majority of the returning panic fire is coming from. He radios Crossbones to provide cover for them and Crossbones racks his .50 caliber slide and targets the small concrete building on the Southwest corner. Giant concrete slabs are being hurled in the air as if they were dolls as another motorcyclist explodes in midair from a .50 caliber round. The fortified door hinges are torn off by two shotgun breaching rounds, followed by a flash grenade and a staccato of AK, ACR 6.8 from Pay Day and F2000 rounds littering the concrete substation's interior with multiple rounds. It's a turkey shoot with superior military entry tactics, 6 rippers are torn to pieces by asymmetrical modern warfare and suppression through quick violence spiced with overwhelming firepower in which resulted in major losses for the Velocitalons.

Taskmaster

(On his headset)

Crossbones, we got heavy fire coming from that concrete building east of our position. Support!

Crossbones

(Firing the .50 cal)

Get some! Get some!

Bullseye

We cleared the building. Talk to me.

Four Talons are left as Hawkeye advances into a free fire LZ with the others in a triangulated position moving closer at 300 yards nailing a gunner in the thoraxial cavity as his victim managed to squeeze a few rounds from the right rear passenger side of the X6 trying to suppress his attackers with covering fire. Hawkeye's out of ammo and pulls out his Kimber .45 Colt Commander in perfect harmony tagging another Talon at 20 yards that tried to clear his malfunctioning MAC-10 landing three .45 caliber rounds center mass and one in the jaw. Bravo Team converges in perfect orchestration as Hawkeye secures the dead Velocitalon sniper's m40 sniper rifle, forming a Delta Force triangulation kill zone to the Velocitalons as Bravo Team keeps taking positions, firing mainly in semi automatic and three round controlled bursts. The X6 takes off while Thrillkill and the rest of his brethren take off behind in their Hirabusas.

Hawkeye

They're making a run for it, 70 yards from your pos





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