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John stared out of his hiding place as a police cruiser passed by. he waited for the screaming to start. He didn't have to wait long. The two mangled bodies of the criminals who he had just dispatched were lying face down in the road, ready to be seen. the high pitched scream of a woman reached his ears, and the rough, low pitched yell of disgust that could only of emitted from a man's throat boomed down the street. John smiled. His work was done.
As he waited for the police cruiser to move away, he thought back to why he was doing this. He and the others had been framed, framed for a crime they didnt do. while they ran for their lives, a murderer with two million pounds worth of diamonds walked free. they had then decided that they would find the culprit, and make them pay. while in their search, they punished other criminals for their crimes. but, while they did the world good, they were hunted down like animals.
their name was the red ryu triad, or red dragon triad. They originated in Japan, but now travelled far and wide, from the US to France. The CIA were on their trail, they had been commisioned to finish the job. From his previous encounters with the CIA, John and the others knew that they were not gentle. they would take you alive if possible, dead if not. that was the way they operated.
John's thoughts were brought back to the present, as the police cruiser started up again, and drove off at high speed, blue lights flashing on the roof of the car. they were gone. John emerged from were he was hiding, a skip by the side of the alleyway, and after a quick glance around, began to walk briskly, not too fast, but as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. he got into a car with blacked out windows, and started the engine. he drove off, breaking the speed limit. A spped camera went off as he passed, but he ignored it; there was a fake set of number plates on the car. One Michael Blocke would come home to find some unwelcome mail containing a fine.
After driving several miles, John stopped. He stepped out of the car, and glared at the world with cold eyes. then, after pausing to sweep his fair hair from his dark brown, eyes, he entered a warehouse. home for the night. as he walked in a figure came into view. John walked towards the figure, showing no emotion.