I am Gill Bernandez. And I am what you call a Scum. I rob caravans together with my gang. We absolutely love to torment these sissies out in the wild desert. Though we have few weapons we can use, we definetely gonna avoid the Federation Corps.
They have advanced weapons that will shred us into slabs of meat. Our weapons aint ever gonna penetrate those pesky shells that they wear. How envious we are, dreaming we rule the world. We never get hungry for now and then and have sexy chicks serve us.
No, we are bad guys. Poor at that. It is hard to mug caravans who get in our way. Mercs are competent these days. We cannot even reach them because they keep us away. We could go mug easy ones. Only to get little Supplies and Silver Nuggets. If only we had a gun.
Me, I use a horrible Hammer as my weapon. It obviously sucks. Jimmy Bob, I don't know what that prick is thinking using a Plastic Sword as his weapon. Wally, he is our muscle guy and he is confident with his muscles. But what the hell? He gets scared at the sight of those dirty dogs.
Makes me wonder what is gonna happen tomorrow, whether we can survive in this Torn or not. Maybe I should shave my head and make myself look more intimidating. Oh I forgot.... I don't even have any hair. Well that's it for now. We will just mug another caravan tomorrow and leave it to lady luck.
I am Gill Bernandez. Surely I know what I am doing is morally wrong, but it is survival to the fittest. Back when Torn Wars happened way before I was born, crimes from some place called L.A or something made a huge change of the world. People are quite Trigger-happy and crazy. They are crazy sons of bitches.
Here I am, surviving with little corns that we mugged from another caravan we just raided. Jimmy Bob has been injured to the groin by a panicking girl. Talk about his manhood, surprisingly that prick has gotta have balls of steel. He is unfazed from that injury. Today we have earned about $463 Silver Nuggets.
With my street-smarts mathematical calculation, I say we have a total of $37,501. I think its time to change this trash into a better weapon. I am planning to buy stuff from Dump. A place where people live. Folks there are having a hard time living in this bad world. They don't trust outsiders like me, but since me and my gang have been doing favors for them, we are allowed to enter the Dump.
Some pricks have blocked our path a couple of minutes later. They are very intimidating but I know better than anyone that these people are just your typical sissies who aint worth acting like thugs. All I had to do is to Use Pepper Spray and beat their asses with my Hammer. I am very smart if I say so myself. Since they had the nerve to show-off, I happily obligated to politely mug their compensation.
I visit the local Bazaar in order to spend my well earned nuggies. That old crone who owns that place sneers at me while I look at her wares. I could steal her products if I had the nerve to do it. If I did while she looks at me with those eyes, sooner or later, that rifle will be pointing at my head. This is Torn, and the world is now lawless that murder is now a common thing. I only buy what I need to buy in the Bazaar.
Me called Waliy. Me work skinny boy. Scrubs fight, Me smash them hard. Me use Fist and me sturdy. Me punch rockies. Me get Big Muscles. Me play with missy. Me get Strong Skin. Me chase horsies. Me get Giddy-up. Me run away bad doggies. Me get Quick. Me am strong. Bullies scared of me. Skinny boy good boy. Always buy me Food.
Me always happy. Skinny boy is kind. But him punny friend. Him is weird. Always gets crazy. Like him ate Shrooms. But with him crazy. Scrubs back off. Him laugh is weird. But him laugh makes him strong. Skinny boy is smart. Even him weak. Him Always Win. Him only talks us. Not talking when beating scrubs. Him always Cover. Don't know why. Me just help.
Me always at Dump. Me always Train. Or picks stuff. Me get Drugs. Skinny boy knows. Drug called LCD. Taste like candy. Me feels weird first. But me get happy. Me feel strong. Hard to find drug. Sometime me get tired. Don't know why. Maybe me have bad day. Me just Rest. Until me get better.
Me crave candies. Skinny boy said me. Eat LCD once a day. Me crave candies more. Me steal from Candy Store. Tasty treats. Yummy. Makes me Happy. Me like GoodGood. Me favorite. So pretty sweet. But me will get bad tooth. Skinny boy said not me eat many. Me tummy poof. Don't want me tummy poof.
Me join Skinny boy. Beat up scrubs. Make me strong. Me use muscles. Me not going down. Me not coward. But me afraid of gun. Scrubs cheating. They are bad. Me no choice. Time to smash. Booyah!!
LunaKimXo[2738137] · #4 · edited
Lucia Herst.
{begin transmission}
She pulled back the slide on a pistol "my job? im what you'd call a fixer of sorts..." she aimed the gun and fired it 3 times
"i fix problems that other people have... although... you'll wanna have a bit of buck to pass if you wanna hire me... stay down!" she fired the gun once more.
"well fine. i'm an assassin. sure. but i'd prefer the term cleanser. now... i leave no whitnesses... so..." she then fired at the camera and the cameraman.
Let me introduce myself dear fellas! I am the wild animal of the western plains. I routed many foes in the battlefield with my trusted sword, Tian Sabes. With my cursed evil eye, I torment their pathetic souls until they cower in fear. They will remember the name of their worst adversary. I am the only one, and only, the almighty evil Dark Lo-
A man smacked the narrator at the back of his head and asked him to mind his speech.
Oh... my name is Jimmy Bob. I am just a part-timer honestly. I temporarily work with this guy named Gill Bernandez. He is a guy who hangs out outside stealing stuff from poor folks who unfortunately get ambushed by us. It is surprising that his gig about wearing Clothes and Mask worked for our favor, since no one ever Identified us. I think he is a master of disguise or a master of illusion.
"Excuse me. I am here to buy some flowers for my niece. Do you have Liliac flowers and Dahlia flowers in your stock?" a customer asked in front of me.
My Job is not only being Gill Berandez' crew but also a Clerk in a small Shop. My job as a shop clerk is just Selling Stocks to the consumers. The Director of the shop Buys Stock whenever some runs out. My wages are about $1,000. It should be enough for me to get by in this Torn.
It is no fun just doing nothing behind the counter. It is fun to challenge other foes in Combat. My hand is itching for a fight and my thirst for blood grows stronger. The reason why I temporarily work for Gill is because of how easy he can find targets. He listed all the foes in his Target List for me to look at.
Don't care about Mugging others. I would rather beat them up and Leave them alone. The taste of victory is quite satisfying. It makes me feel alive. In this broken world, I will someday rise up and rule the world. Until then, I will Train in order to become the ruler of this land. No one will ever stop me. Muhahahahaha!!
The narrator gets smacked again at the back of his head. It is no other than Wally.
I am Gill Bernandez. I have a serious problem right now. This old run-down Shack is the worst. Roaches, mice and even ticks. Who would want to live in that place? Well it is certainly the house I could afford but back before the Torn Incident, people back then could rent a Mansion. I say it again, a Mansion!!
Now the world has turned up-side down. And the survival of the fittest has born. Resources are scarce around here. Not many of them sell that much. I want to Mug richer people but it is Too Risky. God, do I have to man up and sell myself?
There has been incidents where Poor Punching Bags wanted to Sell themselves to Shady Thugs. Sissies let themselves Get Beat Up by pricks just to earn Quick Cash... No!! I refuse to drop my dignity even lower! I am gonna prove to all the people of the world that I am the Scummiest of them all!
I wonder where I can find more money? I can just Search for money around the Abandoned Bridge. That bridge is pretty much not abandoned because it is frequently used by people who wants to hurry to reach their destination. Doesn't take up much of Nerve but I am not a Hobo! I don't think I can sell any CDs or DVDs in the Dump because only few are interested in these kind of stuff. It is a waste of time.
LunaKimXo[2738137] · #7 · edited
Assassin in training:
"Shadow 7-7 We have a new job for you. A few. actually. that require your... expertise... once you have done the three, your money will be transferred. now we have a Mob boss, a businessman and a few gangsters. how you deal with them is your choice"
"got it. thanks 'Reach"
"no prob. just get it done..." Lucia hung up the phone, it was a burner. untraceable. but easily disposeable if needed to be.
"right. Recruit. follow me. lets go. i'll need you to get me a car. we'll need something that isnt going to lead a trail back to us for when we take out those gangsters, the businessman... i'll need a bottle of untraceable emetic rat poison... and for the boss... i think i'll need my sniper. lets get to work"
"you got it ma'am!" The two then walked out of the room, in search of the prep items.
Hello. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Cassandra Dickley. And my occupation is a Warden. I work in the Jail County where troublemakers like Gill get locked for rehabilitation. One way or another, these guys are not changing their ways. It is a Torn-out World but it is not an excuse to do Crimes that endangers innocent people's lives.
For some time, Gill Bernandez, who is all known to us, keeps harassing caravans and steal their lodgings. I am very angry of what he is doing, but he does alot of volunteer work while he is in the Jail. Almost all the duty that were supposed by us have been accomplished by that same Gill. Our boss is thinking of him having Life Sentence just to dump all odd jobs to him.
I am wondering why does a hardworking man like Gill wanted to do Criminal Offenses. He is obviously well talented. But he very stupid. I used to question him everytime he got Arrested. Well we Police have gotten used to his antics and just charge him with Light Sentences.
Keeping Criminals is harder than it seems. Some had alot of Nerve to Bust them out. For reasons unknown. Because it keeps happening, We had no choice to increase our security, in order to stop these criminals from getting free. But still, some Criminals are getting Early Leave. Must be nice having Rich People buying Freedom. What happened to justice.
Still, here I am, doing my job. This place gets rowdy everyday. We still have to maintain peace out here in this Torn-Out World. I thank you for listening and keeping me company. It is really a pleasure of meeting you. Farewell.
I am Gill Bernandez, and this time it is serious. The Dump is being threatened by those pricks from the 38th Street Syndicate. Devils like them are up to no good and they are gonna clear us occupants out. No way I will ever let them steal my Possessions. Wally is fortunately my most trusted comrade. But I don't know about the other people. For sure, I am a Scum, and I wasn't suppose to care about them. But they were my sources of income. Without them I won't be rich.
Don Macao, the Dump's local Enforcer and a Leader, hired as many Mercs as he can to drive those pricks away. I wanted to earn my keep, so I employed myself together with my two buddies, Wally and Jimmy Bob. The three of us will have to cooperate with those old-timers. We need to have a plan if we want to survive this Invasion.
I am a Careful Shooter and I could pop some shot to the pricks. Just that I am way too careful and I may get tensed up. The Trash Militia, which is a militia formed by the former military from the Torn-War, is handing us Weapons in order to fight. I got a Carbine-type Rifle, Wally gets a Metal Stop Sign as a Weapon, and I believe Jimmy Bob will have a Machete. I know they are bad at shooting but wow. They are digging their graves since the Raiders arm themselves with Guns.
We cannot let the Raiders get through the Outer Zone. My group will be covering the Right Flank. I am the Shooter, so I will have to pop the Targets with all I've got. Wally wants to set up an ambush against the pricks who I didn't manage to popped off. He is a Tough man, he could fend them off for a while. As for Jimmy Bob, that rascal wants to run around like a maniac. But knowing Jimmy Bob, he is a Fast Walker. He can certainly outrun any of these pricks.
Now that we have formulated a plan. We will have to wait until the pricks from 38th Street Syndicate arrives. This battle will take toll on us until the end of it.
Gill Bernandez here. Today is the day when the Raiders begins to Invade the Dump. These pricks are bound to have Guns and Weapons. Just that you know, this ain't new to me. I am a Scum. I have terrorized the harmless caravans to Mug them. But that doesn't mean I killed them with a smile on my face. The pricks that were gonna storm in our doorstep, they don't have enough Nerve to make us surrender. The Trash Militia is gonna cover the Midlane and will do their best to engage a shootout against the Raiders.
Mercs are gonna cover the Left Flank and the Backlane. Their only job is to stay there and make sure no pricks are gonna get through. The Battleground is huge but the Raiders will have Less Cover out there. These drunks must do their jobs or else they are going to hell. In the other hand, my group is guarding the Right Flank. Apparently that Dickley and her goons are gonna support our rear. What an audacity that they hide behind our backs. A bunch of sissies.
Sounds of gunshots in a distance at 9 o'clock. A warcry can be heard and the noise got chaotic.
I suddenly hear the sounds of gunshots to my left. The Fight has begun. A bullet flew at my direction. These pricks must have spotted me. I peer at a distance and see the upcoming pricks rushing towards my location. I ready my Carbine and start popping their heads.
Carefully aiming at their heads, Gill Bernandez tooks a breather and pulls the trigger. He controls the recoil of his carbine and accurately shoots the head of the enemies one by one, while being under attacked.
These pricks are so annoying! They keep coming one after another! I already wasted two mags and I am about to get swarmed. Where the hell those sissies go?! They were supposed to watch my back! Not hide behind me! A Raider has reached my location and I was about to get shot. Thankfully, my trusted companion, Wally, clobbers that awful prick with his Metal Stop Sign. I continue to pop these pricks while Wally quickly demolishes upcoming Raiders that came too close.
Out of nowhere, a huge scream appeared out of nowhere. Gill Bernandez and Wally begins to smile, for they exactly know what is going on. Jimmy Bob is now moving and begins to provoke the Raiders with his rude remarks. The Raiders are pissed and starts blasting at Jimmy Bob. Unfortunately for them, Jimmy Bob is familiar with the Battleground, and he is able to maneuver over nearby obstacles and use them as covers. This distraction caused by Jimmy Bob helps Gill Bernandez to get a better shot.
That rascal finally did it. It is reckless but he sure do know what he is doing. His weird wacky talking is definetely get the Nerves of the stupid pricks. I killed about 13 Raiders and their numbers are slowly decreasing. The Firefight in Midlane is still hot. But at least I don't think these pricks are not gonna get through our position anytime sooner. Wally has gotten exhausted. He deserves a good short rest, so it is my job as a Leader to protect him. Jimmy Bob apparently keeps provoking them for 10 Minutes. I am surprised by his absurd Endurance. He must have gotten them from his Job.
The shootout still continues until the Raider's morale sunk rock-bottom, losing their will to push forward. Gill Bernandez was about to run out of ammunition and Jimmy Bob is struggling to hang on of his dear life. Suddenly, a shot came out behind Gill Bernandez and it hits the Raider that was about to shoot Jimmy Bob. It is Deputy Warren Wilson and Cassandra Dickley. They arrived as a support and brought more ammunition for Gill Bernandez.
That sly dog Will. Can't believe that arse just joined our shootout. That Deputy brought me more bullets just in time and begins to suppress those pricks. I can't just let him hog all the fun. I shouted as loud as I can to call Jimmy Bob to fall back. He is unfortunately got hit on his leg and can't come out of his cover. I needed to pop all the pricks before I can reach him. With that arse and that woman's help, we popped All the remaining Raiders left on the Battleground. It is very tiring and I almost fainted from shock. That Deputy is a pain on the arse for joking about how easy they did their job, which is so frustrating. I am glad both Wally and Jimmy Bob have lived for another day. These pricks won't be back for long and I think the Trash Militia and the other groups have successfully defended against the Invasion.
I want a real hot bath so bad. I reek with blood and sweat.
Deputy Warren Wilson reporting for duty. Our efforts to prevent the Raiders is now Accomplished. We protected the peace for the citizens of the Dump. The Local Police are now mobilized to seek and tend the wounded from battle. According to our Report, the casualty on our side is about 60-70. It is mostly done by a Sniper from the Raiders. I don't know why and where they have the confidence of Invading us, but for now, Maintaining Order is our main priority.
The TrashMilitia led by Commander Erwin Peterson, pushed the Raiders with all their might. Their noble deed is truly marvelous if I say so myself. They are very disciplined and well trained. Their skills are first-rate. The Mercenaries that were hired by Don Macao, did an exceptional job of keeping the Raiders off-bay from the Left Flank. Most of the casualties are from Inexperienced Mercenaries that wasted their lives. Their sacrifice were not in vain as it protected the citizens from harm. Lastly, that son of a bitch Gill Bernandez.
Pardon my language but that Gill Bernandez was able to hold off the Right Flank with a Single Gun and the other two Civilians that weren't suppose to be in the area managed to survive on their own using Melee Weapons. One of them is injured by the leg. He will be Hospitalized for a few days. If we hadn't arrive to support the Right Flank, the Raiders will push inward to our base. They really concentrated their numbers to the Midlane only to fail. They did injured alot of soldiers but fortunately, none of them are gravely wounded.
That is all for now. Deputy Warren Wilson, salutes for the country.
I am Gill Bernandez, and I am on a lookout for a good caravan. Last week is hectic as hell because of the Invasion from those pricks. I did earn my keep and I managed to buy a Cricket Bat that is worth $22k Silver Nuggets. And also bunch of Pepper Sprays to spray at the dumb quack's face.
Jimmy Bob is Hospitalized while Wally isn't active for now. That means I am Mugging the cash cows solo. Can't wait to test this Cricket Bat and its Damage. First in line is a caravan working for that prick Johnathan Reese. His goons always handles household items. But I ain't interested with those trashes. I want these goons' Silver Nuggets. I only brought a handful of Pepper Sprays stuffed in my bag. These Pepper Sprays are bought from an Anonymous Bazaar, which I know where to find.
That prick didn't teach his goons properly. I know because he only hires New Workers and Fires them once their work is done. What a load of bull crap. What I wonder is where the heck did he buy those supplies from? I can tell these household items were more valuable than the cheap ones we salvage in the Dump. Well I don't think I need that. I am just gonna focus Beating Them up and Mug their Silver Nuggets.
When the caravan enters the narrow canyon which Gill Bernandez expected, he immediately pushes the boulders down below, trapping the caravan from both sides. The carriers were alerted and came out as a group. 10 of them. Gill Bernandez laughs because the odds are against him, but he is very confident he can win against them. He then threads down the canyon to confront these carriers.
These bunch of Losers seems to be underestimating me. They giggled just because I am alone and I am skinny. They are gonna regret looking down to this bad boy here. So far, the toughest enemy I fought in a brawl is Wally. He is quite a Boxer and he easily outpace me whenever he gets the chance. I have gotten used to his very quick moves. Others who weren't Training like Wally is bound to be Slow.
Gill Bernandez taunts 10 enemies to fight him altogether. Since they weren't taking him seriously, only 3 enemies approach Gill. They have iron pipes as their weapon and chainmail armor. Gill only has leather armor. But compared to these guys who weren't fully armored, Gill Bernandez has complete set of leather armor. One good whack to their head is enough for Gill to knock them down.
He fights 3 enemies altogether. Gill has experience of fighting against multiple enemies, which helped him use their uncoordinated attacks to his advantage. These 3 were attacking in turns. Gill is struggling to land good hits but regardless of where they hit, these 3 guys got injured so bad they fell to their legs. 7 enemies that remain surround Gill Bernandez.
Gill preemptively attacked someone in front of him and successfully land a critical hit to their head, instantly knocking them unconscious. 6 enemies remains and they all charge at Gill. Gill attempts to leave the circle by pushing off one enemy down. He clashed against the weakest among them and successfully avoided the rush attack. Gill begins flailing his Cricket Bat, causing the enemies to back away. 1 unlucky guy got caught and gets beaten up. But at least he injured Gill's left arm with a strike with his iron pipe.
God that stings. I took Damage from this prick. They are so bad at fighting it almost makes me laugh out loud. Well whatever... Just gonna keep Attacking and take their Silver Nuggets! Here I come! HRAAAAAAGHH!!!
Gill Bernandez charges towards another enemy, hitting their leg and swinging his Cricket Bat to his left, hitting another enemy to the chest. Before the enemy behind him attacks him, Gill notices him and whips out his pepper spray to spray it directly to his face. The spiciness from the pepper greatly burns his eyes. He gets smacked because he can't see where Gill is gonna attack from. The remaining 2 enemies have given up and chose to escape. They climbed up on the boulder and make their run for it.
Hahaha!! I Defeated them! It is very satisfying to mess with these Losers. Anyways I started to check their pockets for their money. And guess what. $120,000 Silver Nuggets! This is my Largest Mug by far. These guys won't be able to get home. I knew that prick always have the caravan stock with Flare Gun in case of emergency. I took the liberty to use it and shoot it up to the sky. Before the authorities' watchdogs get here, I'm out of this ugly place.
My name is Sam Kesley. I am wandering in the wasteland when I noticed a red smoke flies up to the air in the distance. It looks like Red Flare from a Flare Gun. If it is that, someone is in trouble. I travel to where the source of that Red Flare. I see many Defeated people down the cliff. I wonder what happened because it cannot be a natural cause. Those boulders were too big to be pushed by wind. According to my deduction, only a Man can push these boulder down. The evidence points to the size of the boulders. Someone with a big build must have pushed these boulders down.
I come down and check these Defeated people. Almost all of them were knocked out, except one guy who is sitting upright. Upon closer inspection, these injuries came from a Clubbing Weapon. This is my theory because the wounds were Contusions. A sign of Clubbing Hit. Looking at the Lead Pipes on the ground, I am positive these weren't the Weapon that is used for this crime. Lead Pipes are not strong enough to deal these kind of Damage. I now begin inspecting the broken cart and guess what I found...
Cannabis. I hear people living in slum areas like Dump or Crashtown loves these drug due to it's Low Cost and Addictive. Effects from these drug is simply increasing Nerve. There is bad side effects in this drug like being high that you don't control your body when drug is in effect. There are currently seven crates of Cannabis, surprisingly left untouched. My deduction is that the Perpetrator's Goal isn't Stealing the Cannabis. I am kinda finished investigating and I don't see anything any problem other than the injuries these Drug Dealers got. I begin talking to the one who is conscious.
As I tap the shoulder of the victim, he looks me at the eyes and asked who I am, with bad manners, typical of a drug user. I give him a slack and I said my name. Then I asked, "What happened to you people?" The victim is grumpy but in the end, he tells me the engagement from a mysterious perpetrator that attacked them. He explains like this, quote on quote:
Some ballsy motherf**ker appeared out of nowhere. He just appeared when those rocks almost fell on us. That bastard is pissing us off with his dirty mouth. He was alone so we thought we can simply beat him up to death. It was a stupid decision. That bastard hit hard with his f**king bat. It f**king hurts. I can still it in my legs. I didn't faint fortunately but the audacity of that asshole, he simply stole our shits! We earned that much only to lose shits!
So these men were at one point were Attacked by a single Man. My previous deduction about a Man being the Perpetrator is correct. My second deduction about the Weapon is also correct. But something feels amiss. Although the victim does confirm that the Weapon used for Damaging them is indeed a Clubbing Weapon, their injuries were too big and flat for it to be a Bat. Unless it is not the Baseball Bat he is talking about.
The last thing he testified is incorrect. The Perpetrator didn't steal shits, or what they are called Cannabis. All seven crates of these drugs were left untouched. I said to the victim, "Please clarify of what this 'shit' you truly mean the Perpetrator stole from all of you." The victim loudly shouts that their nuggets were stolen. Silver Nuggets in fact.
A highway robber committed by one Man. He is one heck of a Thief. He did a great job knocking them out Unconscious and Mug their currency. I will have to call the authorities to haul these guys back to where they came from. I can see the Dumpin the distance. I begin walking to that place so I can buy stuff in Bazaars, hopefully find a cheap Apartment to stay in. And then, search for Don Macao, to deliver a message from Marin Dukke.
My name is Gill Bernandez. Yesterday is a huge haul but very tiring. Fighting those sissies costed me all of my Energy. I have to lay low and do Other Jobs. Here is how I live my sorry butt in a normal boring life. I sleep, play, eat, nothing else. Just need to Replenish Energy so I can make a move again.
I can Shoplift the shops to get Free Stuff. Need alot of Nerve to pull that stunt. I truly hate Jail. I have to not get caught. If I Fail, that Dickley is the one getting my Nerve. Sometimes I will be picking Silver Nuggets dropped on the ground by stupid scatterbrains. Worth to kill time but not makes me look miserable bummer. What can I do anyway? Camping? Yes sure why not. Out there with no forest? Oh please I am not that stupid to let Critters chase me all day. Jimmy Bob might do that only if he Recovered from being Hospitalized.
Hello again to you. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Cassandra Dickley, and I was having a vacation when I saw Gill Bernandez doing a evil smug on his face. That man is up to no good again. Last time he was Arrested for Attempted Robbery in a Radio Electronic Store. I mean the movies in those USBs are amazing back then from the past, and they're definetely Expensive. I just don't get why Gill was so determined to have a Nerve to try Shoplifting.
Now, he is doing something suspicious. I know I am on vacation but I won't let him do another Crime. I discreetly followed Gill, going around alleyways and scrambling over trashes. I kinda question of what he is doing right now. Is he Searching for Silver Nuggets? I mean, its acceptable but it is still a Crime. In this case, Gill found a pouch full of Silver Nuggets. I am as shock as he, I never expect that a bag of valuable is lying there. There I see his evil grin..... Wait... Oh I get it...
He is gonna keep it. I know he is a Scum but that's petty. He is on the move again so I followed. He goes to the scrapyard when suddenly, Thugs showed up. Gill is surrounded by scoundrels. I know he deserves this karma, but I can't let Gill get harmed by those criminals. I readied my Taser and Pepper Spray and jump out of cover. But not surprisingly, he beat all the Thugs by himself. He is currently Mugging them. This is a Crime.
I sprayed him to the face and cuffed both of his arms behind his back. He struggles and swears at me. But a Crime is still a Crime. He clearly did not fight for self-defense. I Arrested Gill Bernandez because it is my duty as an Officer of the Law.