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Subject: Gang War Chapter 1
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Gang War


Disclaimer: If you are offended by male to male sex, either willing or 
unwilling you should leave this story now. This story is fiction, any 
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. It takes 
place now, or has been taking place in most cities in the World. Some place 
names are real.

Chapter 1

I had been sitting in the same place for the last three nights, waiting for 
the North Side Gang to show up at what I had been told was their usual 
meeting place. I had scouted the old hospital and had found what I believed 
to be the place they met. I was ready to call it bad intelligence when a 
brand new Mercedes pulled up and 6 males got out and entered the hospital.

I waited about ten minutes and then entered the same door they had. After 
donning night vision goggles, I slowly made my way up to the third floor. 
As I reached the top of the stairs the light spilling from the room I had 
thought was there meeting place forced me to remove the night vision 
goggles. I slowly made my way closer to the room. As I was thinking how I 
was going to take on 6 probably armed gang members, I heard from the room.

"Shit I gotta piss. Be right back."

I barely had time to move into a junction of the hall when one of the gang 
exited the room and casually walked down the hall. He entered a room marked 
as washroom. I silently walked in after him and as I saw him standing at a 
hole in the floor, placed the silenced 22 pistol close to his head and 
pulled the trigger. He dropped like rock and only by luck was I able to 
stop him from crashing to the floor. I dragged his body into a stall and 
sat him there. One down 5 to go.

I returned to the hallway.

"What the fuck is that cocksucker doing. Jimmy go find him."

The guy named Jimmy walked down the hall the entered the washroom. I 
stepped in after him and as he leaned over the body of the first guy I 
tapped him with the 22 in the back of the head. He slid down with out a 
sound. Two down and 4 more to go.

After slipping back into the hallway and as I was getting ready to attack 
the room they were in another walked out and headed down the hall. As he 
walked by I grabbed him around the neck and with my hand over his mouth 
pumped one round into his left ear. I slowly lowered him down and headed 
down the hall. Just as I got even with the door the fourth member of the 
gang walked out. He received one between the eyes and as he dropped I 
turned and looking into the room saw one man with his back to me and other 
about to shout a warning. He got one into his open mouth and another in his 
left eye. Him crashing to the floor brought the other guy around in a 
flash. As he reached for the gun in his waistband.

"Touch it and you end up with a third eye." I said.

He stopped going for the pistol and just stood there.

"Now with two, just two fingers ease the pistol out and drop it on the 
floor. I so much as see a hint of any other action you will join your 
friend on the floor.

After he had removed the pistol and dropped it.

"Remove your jacket, shirt, and pants."

"What are you some kind of pervert?"

"Do it or die."

He removed his jacket and then his shirt and as he undid his pants another 
pistol dropped to the floor.

"Now remove your shorts, shoes and socks and if I even think your going for 
one of the weapons on the floor I'll blow your balls off."

"You can't get away with this man I have protection."

"Not from me you don't."

After he stripped naked, I order him to sit down in the steel chair and 
quickly strapped him to the chair with plastic ties.

"Good now we can talk."

"I ain't telling you shit man."

I hadn't had a black guy for a long time. But this guy was really hung. 
Soft the had about an eight inch cock. I reached down and slowly rolled his 
balls in my fingers. I then slowly jacked his cock, rolling his forskin 
down over his cock head.

"You fucking faggot, I'll kill you, I'll kill you." he screamed

"Now just how do you plan to kill me. You're the one tied to the chair."

Been in no hurry now that his other associates were eliminated, I continued 
to play with his cock and balls. In no time at all he was hard as a rock, 
with an impressive 11 inch cock. As much as I wanted to take this black 
guy, I had other things to get accomplished.

"Under other circumstances I'd love that big cock in my ass.

"Fuckyo mofucker!"

"Okay now I've had my fun. Now I need information."

"I ain't telling you jack shit asshole mofucker."

"Well I guess that's our problem. But I think your going to tell me 
everything I want to know. I have spent the last seven years with the SOG 
and they taught me one real thing. With the right incentive anybody will 
talk. You too."

"Fuck you asshole."

I reached into my backpack and pulled out a coil of what looked like thin 
gray rope.

"This is waterproof safety fuse. It is black powder coated with paper and 
surrounded by tar. As it burns the tar melts. Here I'll show you."

I snipped off 10 inches and lit one end and dropped it on the table. As it 
burned the tar surrounding the fuse turned to liquid and bubbled. After it 
had burned out I picked it up from the table and you could see where it had 
burned a grove into the table.

Without further comment I started at his left leg and started to wrap the 
fuse around his leg, spirally up to his crotch. I forced the fuse under his 
ball sack and up the crack of his ass and then spiraled up across his 
chest. With a quick twist around his neck I then rand the fuse straight 
down to his cock. After two twists on his cock I ran it down his other leg.

"You picked this place so you were isolated. Nobody comes here. Nobody is 
going to here you scream. Now you were talking about your stash. First 
question. Where is it?"

"Fuck You"

"I'm going to explain what I'm about to do. I'm going to light that fuse at 
the base of your left leg. Anytime you want to talk, I'll cut the fuse and 
stop the burning. Stop talking and I'll relight the fuse."

I lit the fuse.

As the fuse started to burn, at first he just groaned at the pain. But as 
the fuse slowly burned up his leg he started screaming.

"Want me to stop it?"

He shook his head no.

He was able to watch as the fuse slowly burned it's way up his right leg 
and as it cam close to his ball sack he screamed he would talk. I quickly 
cut the fuse.

"Its behind the panel on the wall, just turn the screws."

I turned and walked over to panel, undid the screws and found a box filled 
with cash. There must have been close to 100,000 dollars in the box. I 
turned back to the Gang Leader.

"Who's your supplier."

"NO, NO, no, I can't tell you, I'd be a dead man."

"You already are a dead man, unless you tell me what I want to know."

I relit the fuse, now just 6 inches from his ball sack.

As The fuse approached his ball sack.

"Ok, ok I'll tell you what you want to know."

I cut the fuse within an inch of his ball sack.

"Well."

"Escobar, Oh Jesus man he's one bad dude, Escobar Cordova. He's the front 
man for the Cartel. He controls all the imports to LA., Man you don't want 
to fuck with this dude. He kills anyone who gets in his way.

"Where do I find this Escobar Cordova?"

As he hesitated I flicked my Zippo lighter.

"Ok, OK, man."

"Where does he live?"

"He has a house, more like a fortress out along the coast road. I think 
they call it the Palisades. Man that place is covered by cameras, sensors, 
the whole nine yards. Nobody gets in unless they are invited. I don't know 
the address, every time I been there they blind folded me.

"That's Good, now tell me the names and the locations of all the other 
gangs in this City."

"Wadda you want to know that for?'

"Because my good looking and hung friend, I'm going to treat them as good 
or better than I have treated you."

"What are you some kind of nut who hates drugs."

"No! You killed my young brother with your shit, and for that I'll kill 
every fucking one of you."

"Hey man you will be fighting that war for ever."

"Give me the names and locations of all the other Gangs working LA or I'll 
light that fuse and sit back and watch you scream."

"Do I get to live after I give all this information to you?"

"Yes, I'll give you a chance to survive."

"Ok, here's what I know."

This guy was a fountain of information, he gave me all there names, where 
they held there meetings, the primary members, and most importantly, the 
name of there protection.



"What I said was I'll give you a chance to live."



With that statement I grabbed his chair that he tied to and dragged it over 
to an I-beam sticking from the wall. I clamped his right leg to the I-beam, 
using handcuffs. I then untied him from the chair.

I pulled 12 sticks of Ditching Dynamite from my pack, I was really 
unfamiliar with commercial explosives, I didn't know what I was dealing 
with. I set my charges and then addressed my prisoner.

"You Want to live. The cuffs I have attached to your leg are made of 
tungsten Steel. You could cut through them in about 40 minutes with this 
hacksaw, I dropped one beside him, The Explosive charge will detonate in 20 
minutes. You could cut your leg off in less than ten minutes."'

As I left the hospital with his stash and all my stuff, I heard him 
screaming. To bad for him, I wonder if he had the guts to cut his own leg 
off. After I exited the hospital and got back to my van, I turned and 
watched the hospital. At exactly twenty minutes a massive explosion blew 
the third floor apart. The explosion also started numerous fires. Sitting 
in my Van I watched as first the fire Department and then the police 
arrived on scene. I quietly drove away.

One Gang down many to go.

As I drove I thought about what had brought me here to LA. Just 3 short 
weeks ago my younger brother had died from a dose of poisonous drugs. The 
coroner had said that he had ingested a lethal dose of cocaine laced with 
arsenic. He told me about 15 to 18 people had also died from the bad drugs. 
My mother had called and told me Johnny had died. I was given leave from my 
Unit to come out and help my Mom coup with the loss of her youngest son. 
What I found was my mom was also hooked on drugs and alcohol. After Dad was 
killed in a gun fight with the gangs, she had gone downhill from there. My 
Dad had been a good cop and a good provider. I missed him as much as I know 
missed Johnny. After talking to the drug cop at the local precinct, I 
learned that the North Side Gang had put the lethal drugs on the street. He 
gave me a lot of information about them, not knowing what I would use. Been 
a Special Forces Sgt/Maj, I remembered to listen and learn from the cop. 
Well the North Side Gang big boys were now dead, and soon all the gang 
leaders in this city would be too. I don't think anyone knew how much hate 
and knowledge can do. And I hated them all. Kill my Dad, Kill my brother. 
God help them.



End of Chapter 1

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