June 3rd, 1987

2 Hours after The Inferno Massacre

Lennard had been shot in the chest, 5 OXS employees had been killed, and 3 from surrounding buildings had ran away. The shootout had made its way to the public, the police were now involved in this situation. The car ride was silent, Lennard had passed out from the amount of blood coming out the holes he had in him. The events after the shootout were blurry up until the car ride I didnt understand what was happening, almost as if every movement I made in the shootout was involutary and going off of pure instinct. The dread for me started to set in and i started to wonder how long Lennard had to live, how long it took for the cops to show up at our door, and how long until our heads had a price. The phone rang and broke this almost suffocating silence " What's up boss?" I said in a chipper tone as if all of the previous things I said didn't just happen " I'll tell you 'Whats up' News choppers all over the damn disco! I got 40 people on hold asking me questions if my company had anything to do with that fucking wild west show you just put on for the whole damn city!" I had to sit through 10 minuets of him coming down on us, after a little Iexplained to him what had happened " ,Boss the whole thing was a set up, they had more poeple in the surrounding buildings I don't know what to tell you, we made it out with the money though-"I tried to make my argument, but he cut me off. " Ryan, you got a price on your head." I had no words, every possiblility raced through my head, I felt alone " You and your guys got one, 3000 a piece. I'm sorry son I can't do anything for you."

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