Olav made his way out of the main town square, leading down to Devils Pocket. He had be informed of a meth lab which was selling the products on the streets to all sorts of dealers. The product had killed atleast ten people, which included two children, he knew it was time to shut it down. He found himself an abandonded factory across from the area and went into his satchel, grabbing his gear. As he grabbed his gear he took out the dissassembled assault rifle, placing it together each piece. He screwed the silencer on, he wanted this to be quick and silent.

He made his way across the street silently through the dark corner, he scurried across the street fast, taking covering behind a metal container. It was full of oil, so he wasn't too worried for now, but he looked into his pack, taking out a small piece of a C4 brick. He spotted the first guard, he was toting a sawed off Mossberg shotgun, he was the usual street punk, no challenge for him. He slowly made his way towards him in the pitch black darkness of the night. He hugged himself to the wall, slipping out his knife.

He wrapped around the corner, placing his hand over his mouth, silencing him from yelling. Olav sliced along the neck of the guard quickly, slicing his jugular, letting him bleed out miserably. He was cold with these ones, for they didn't show any mercy to their customers. He had to be as cold as ice, as he went to get up he heard a door open from the adjacent building, a single man getting out. Olav turned around swiftly, firing at him, nailing him in the chest. He made his way to the adjacent building, quickly getting in, mowing down another with a quick squeeze of his trigger, letting off ten rounds into the two men inside.

He cooly got up, looking from the window to the lab, he needed to deal with it, he knew now that that was the last of the guards. They tried to keep things to a minimal attention level around the area, trying not to attract attention. Olav slipped inside as he busted the barricade down, taking out a small block of C4, priming the detonator, placing it on the equipment.

He ran out the lab, running for his own place, knowing the explosion wasn't worth watching. As he ran down the street, in the cover of darkness he too out the detonator, readying to press the button. He took one last thought to himself about the future, deciding it was for the best of Hathian, pressing the button and hearing the explosion rip through the neighborhood, Lights from houses and trailers seen turning on, many calling 9-11, none of them seeing Olav make a break for an alleyway, changing back to his street clothes.

Things were gonna change on the streets for dealers, prices for their products were gonna suffer. He knew he did a good deed today, he was proud with himself. Olav took out a single cigarette, lighting it, taking a single smooth drag, looking to the firetrucks that were enroute to the lab.

Olav made his way out of the main town square, leading down to Devils Pocket. He had be informed of a meth lab which was selling the products on the streets to all sorts of dealers. The product had killed atleast ten people, which included two children, he knew it was time to shut it down. He found himself an abandonded factory across from the area and went into his satchel, grabbing his gear. As he grabbed his gear he took out the dissassembled assault rifle, placing it together each piece. He screwed the silencer on, he wanted this to be quick and silent,

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He made his way across the street silently through the dark corner, he scurried across the street fast, taking covering behind a metal container. It was full of oil, so he wasn't too worried for now, but he looked into his pack, taking out a small piece of a C4 brick. He spotted the first guard, he was toting a sawed off Mossberg shotgun, he was the usual street punk, no challenge for him. He slowly made his way towards him in the pitch black darkness of the night. He hugged himself to the wall, slipping out his knife.

He wrapped around the corner, placing his hand over his mouth, silencing him from yelling. Olav sliced along the neck of the guard quickly, slicing his jugular, letting him bleed out miserably. He was cold with these ones, for they didn't show any mercy to their customers. He had to be as cold as ice, as he went to get up he heard a door open from the adjacent building, a single man getting out. Olav turned around swiftly, firing at him, nailing him in the chest. He made his way to the adjacent building, quickly getting in, mowing down another with a quick squeeze of his trigger, letting off ten rounds into the two men inside.

He cooly got up, looking from the window to the lab, he needed to deal with it, he knew now that that was the last of the guards. They tried to keep things to a minimal attention level around the area, trying not to attract attention. Olav slipped inside as he busted the barricade down, taking out a small block of C4, priming the detonator, placing it on the equipment.

He ran out the lab, running for his own place, knowing the explosion wasn't worth watching. As he ran down the street, in the cover of darkness he too out the detonator, readying to press the button. He took one last thought to himself about the future, deciding it was for the best of Hathian, pressing the button and hearing the explosion rip through the neighborhood, Lights from houses and trailers seen turning on, many calling 9-11, none of them seeing Olav make a break for an alleyway, changing back to his street clothes.

Things were gonna change on the streets for dealers, prices for their products were gonna suffer. He knew he did a good deed today, he was proud with himself. Olav took out a single cigarette, lighting it, taking a single smooth drag, looking to the firetrucks that were enroute to the lab.

(( All the pictures myself and Alco took of this event.

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