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"UNFORGIVABLE!" Jason shot. The round from his Jericho 941 F blasted through the other man's cranium. The bullet protruded from the back of his head and ricocheted off the brick wall behind him. The alleyway was dark at the start. Now to Jason, it seemed a dark red. Not just where the blood was pouring out. It could be do to Jason's anger, it could be to the fact that he was on adrenalin, or it could be he had some blood in his eye. The blood from the impact covered most of Jason's face, causing him to take on the appearance of a masquerade. His suit was torn and muddied from the conflict with the dead man. Jason walked out of the alleyway and stepped into the black 1989 Supra Turbo's passenger seat. Jason stared through the windshield with a look of absolute annoyance. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping his face and hands. The driver, Nikky McCalyand, stared worryingly at Jason. After a while Jason commanded, "Drive." She followed. A young girl for this kind of business, she had only been with Jason's organization 3 months, but was an excellent driver. In her mid-twenties, Jason was mixed with trying to get in her pants, and actually starting a good relationship with her. Right now though, Jason just wanted to get back home. Luckily, no resistance was met along the way. Maybe tonight would be a good night for love. Jason almost chuckled.
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