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The city of Ashfield was uneventful until Geoff Ramsay arrived. He arrived as a criminal, recently freed from some jail. Story goes, he jumped on a random train, rode it for a day, then jumped off. With no money and no name, he easily fell in with some of the questionable folk in the town. He associated himself with a notorious gangster, Burnie Burns. Eventually, Burns couldn’t handle Ramsay and let him go. Ramsay left with a dozen loyal to him, and set up shop in a run-down warehouse. He used drugs, alcohol, and money to draw younger kids to him. Sex sometimes was used, but he hardly got his own hands dirty. Three boys rose in his care; the cunning Ray Narvez Jr. aka “BrownMan”, the crazy Gavin Free aka “Creeper”, and the ferocious Michael Jones aka “Rage-Quit”. They became the ‘Lads’ and were sent to do some of the second-most-important missions that Geoff wanted done. Any important missions went to the ‘Gents’; three men including himself. The second was Ryan Haywood, aka the ‘Mad King’, known for strangling his victims with his bare hands. Jack Pattilo was the third Gent, and he got involved with the gang through money troubles, and went to his friend Geoff for help. Geoff twisted his arm into working for him, but Jack remains loyal to the friend that bailed him out and paid for his wedding. There are others, but the Lads and Gents made up the Achievement gang, the fiercest team that ruled the streets…
Chapter One:
“Haywood! What do we have on the board for today?” Geoff lounged in a leather recliner, both cup holes filled with two bottles of beer. On his hip was an old cowboy-style revolver that was shining like it was brand new. He gestured to the board with various papers tacked to it, some pictures with bullet holes between the eyes. Ryan shook his head and stood up from his perch on an antique throne that was splattered with old paint. “There’s still the Henderson brothers, the Flying Kite circus manager still owes us some money… What do you want to do to the cops today?”
Geoff took out an old military-style knife from under the chair cushion and started running his finger along the blade. “Let’s check weapon stocks and then we can visit the Hendersons. The Lads should be competent enough to take the circus freaks, right?” Ryan nodded, and followed Geoff to their makeshift armory down the hall.
In the armory, Jack was busy polishing and checking all of the guns and weapons in the gang’s stock. There were numerous handguns, rifles, shotguns, bb guns, paintball guns, knives, and even bow and arrows lining the shelves. Jack polished every weapon after it was used, and regularly stocked them. As Geoff walked it, he tensed up, holding tightly to the long K-BAR in his hand. Ryan clapped him on the back and bent down to inspect the K-BAR.
“Flawless!” Ryan said, smiling and touching his finger lightly to the edge. Jack smiled, but wiped his glasses. “There’s a chip in the bottom. If it hits a solid surface, it’ll break.” Geoff held out his hand to Jack. “May I see it?” Jack handed him the old K-BAR, watching him warily. Geoff spun the blade around in his hand; the ex-solider in him knew how to hold a blade. He nodded and put it gently on the rack alongside an assortment of blades. “How’s your stocks Jack? Ammo, barrels, girls, need anything?” He slipped the last comment in as a small punch, knowing full well he funded Jack’s wedding. Jack sighed. “Some ammo never goes amiss, and we lost an AK-47 when the lads gave it to a cop filled with explosives. The car guns are great, oiled and whatnot. I’d say just some more ammo, but hey, a new gun never goes amiss.” Geoff nodded, picking up a small machine gun and tossing it to Ryan. He grabbed a couple clips of ammunition from a rack next to the knives, and smiled at Jack. “Thanks buddy, you comin’ along?” They looked at Geoff, who was still inspecting his K-BAR. “Jack can come if he wants. We’re visiting the Hendersons if you would like to join us.” Jack nodded, picking up his personal pistol and slipping a hammer into a loop in his jeans. Geoff smirked, and led the way to the garage where their vehicles were parked.