Sighing, Zackery remained seated within the front driver's side of his van. Behind him were two other members of the gang with which he had affilated himself. They were currently beginning to get impatient with the waiting. Manson lifted his feet up, And placed both about the steering wheel, Leaning back in his seat. The man next to him in the passenger seat had been bound and tied, And was currently struggling to get free of the rope and ducktape. "So you say this is the place?" The man nodded furiously, As if he life depended on it, Which it did. "No bullshit this time, Right Micheal?" The man again began to shake his head with great vigor. "Good." Zackery turned, And began to exit the vehicle, While the two men in the back dragged 'Micheal' over the seat and began whatever it was they did. Manson didn't really care to know how it was they killed or disposed of the man, Only that it was done quickly and effectively. Blinking once, Zack shut the door and placed both hands inside his hoodie before walking toward the front of the building. Pushing through the doors, He reviewed the plan. Micheal had informed him that there was a certain lady inside that owed the mob a little cash. She couldn't pay for her child's education, And had turned to the gang's leader for help. Somehow or another, The Ladies little girl had gotten fucked up on a medication overdose and was in the ICU. Zack's job was to go upstairs, Locate the target, And find out why the hell she hadn't payed on time. If needed he could damage the woman or her child, Though the don had informed him that pushing to hard might force the woman to go to the cops. Stepping into an elevator, He pressed the button that had a dull 11 on it. Instantly the button lit up, And the car began to move up the building.
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