The Convicted Son-In-law

- Trigger-Happy

Downstairs underground the Ricko Club, Barry laid his eyes on the full crew for the second time. They welcomed him once more.

"Mr Roderick 'Ricko the Shadow' Jackson, you are welcome boss," said Tim 'Malcohm' Brown giving his boss a quick gangsters embrace.

"Welcome boss." They saluted. 

"What's going on boys?" Barry wondered, wiping the tip of his nose.

"We found them boss, that Dragon tattoo gang." Brian Hayes updated Barry. "We got a reliable lead. They hang out at a local garage. All we gotta do is rush em by surprise and kill a few. The remaining ones will tell us who gave them the job to kill your lady friend."

A loud bang on the floor was heard. Trigger-Happy opened a trunk full of weapons and he started displaying them on the table. 

"I got the ammunition boys," he said excitedly. "Check this out. I got AK's, AR-15's, calicos, equipped with night visions, shell catchers and inf-beams."

Trigger-Happy grinned estaticly. "Make your pick boys," he said feeling really good about himself as he watched their faces light up with excitement. Lucas 'Trigger-Happy' Gray, as the crews ammunition-specialist had quickly gone and organised the guns as soon as Brian Hayes had okayed Tyrons plan. 

They chose fire-arms excitedly. Except for Barry, who stood quiet, reminiscing about the past. This moment was supposed to make him have that adranalin rush for the trill of the war. But at this moment, he started to remember his jail cell, his promises he made to himself to change his life for the better. His new family, the Jefferson's would be dissapointed in him if he trailed down this road. But how could he let this go? Someone framed him and he spent four years behind bars, vengeance is all Barry thought about while incarcerated. 

"Well, how about this," said Trigger-Happy, startling Barry to reality. In his hand, he held a gun and walked towards Barry. "The Glock 19, the only 9mm with a consistent and a crisp 5.5 pound trigger pull."

A wicked smile formed on Barry.

"The only man who can step into world war three with a 9mm." Trigger-Happy swung the weapon and dropped it on Barry's palm. " And guess what, it comes with a few 33 round Glock Magazines."

"Daymm!"

"Let's get these motherfuckers!"

As the Range Rover specifically hired for the purpose of tonight's event- drove and parked by their destination, Tyrrant gave Barry a mask. The black face mask had a fearless expression, dark and wicked like the resemblance of a shadow. The eyes of the mask firy-red that it shook the core being of a victim by just a glimpse of it, like something that came out of horror movies. 

Barry stared at the mask, for the first time, it sent chills throughout his being. Even he was scared of himself- the shadow. 

When Barry heard guns being c****d, he returned to his senses. The Jackson Five had a quick two-minute chat about the plan and the specially hired driver changed gears, accelerated and sped towards the garage. 

"Let's make this quick boys," said Barry, "I've got a Banquet celebration to get to in thirty minutes."

BANG!

The gangsters were startled by the loudest single bang they had heard since the last time they set an ATM bomb outside the city. 

Next thing,a jeep advancing to a squeeking halt. 

The four doors of the Jeep swung open and it's occupants jumped out the car swinging their weapons, shooting.