Tyson Reese
Jogging through a wooded trail and taking in the lovely scenery, his favorite place to jog and think, his mind wonders to the night before. Never has he seen a female under so much stress, before that night.
--Last night---
At work, he leans back in his chair behind his huge black marble desk awaiting for some appointments to come through before he leaves for the day. It was a Friday night, the boy’s night ever since high school. They were to meet each other at a new bar called Black Asylum at 9pm. Tyson looks at his watch and the time reads: 8:45pm. He knew that if he was late, he would have to buy the first two rounds of beer. He did not want to do that because the last time he was late, his boys ordered that top shelf beer, and nearly cost him over 3,000 dollars each. When his phone rings, he jumps and answers it, "Hello, Tyson Reese speaking." He heard whimpering and crying and sniffling. "H-hello?" He stampers a little concerned, he looks at the called Id and doesn't recognize the number, then he hears a faint, "help me...he's gonna-." The line goes dead.
He tries to re-dial the number but the line was dead. Then his cell phone rings causing him to flinch and hit his knee on the under part of his desk. He answers his phone as he then tries to trace the call from the computer that set on his desk, while rubbing his hurt knee, "Hello?"
"Tyson...man. Where are you?" A male's voice squeaks through the speaker part of the phone.
"Lorenzo, something came up." Tyson says his fingers flying as he quickly pulls up a map of where the call came from. His heart beat against his chest as if this is a mission to find out where that call came from.
Lorenzo Wynn is the brawns of the group, always has a different female every night and never settles down with just one. "Something like what, dawg? Come on.
"Work related." He looks closely at the map and realizes where the place is, while lying to Lorenzo. "Really? It's a new spot, though. Come on.
Lorenzo's voice already had an annoying squeak to it but when he whines that's what made Tyson want to commit bloody murder. "Dude, I am serious. Look," He gathers up his things as the location of the address is being printed. "It’s really important. Something that I can't get out of. I promise I will try to make it next Friday."
Lorenzo sighs, "Alright, I will tell Dillon, Isaak, and Roderick that.
"Thanks. Appreciate it." he hangs up and hurriedly grabs the paper from the printer along with his bags of papers.
Looking at the map, it had led him into the dangerous streets of downtown Valley. He slowly creeps as other cars zoom passed him, in the dead of night. Most of the street lights aren't working and Tyson's high beams needed some serious touch-ups. His GPS beeps indicating that he is at the place, he parallel parks between two very raggedy looking cars and straps up with both of his AF-1s just in case. He gets out of his car, closing the door and locking it. This place is the splitting image of a childhood hang out, but the houses are boarded up and looks like it's about to be condemned. Next to it the condemned house and stores, there is a musky smelling, dark alley. Being back down here brought back painful memories. Especially this alley way, he enters the alley way, finding nothing or anyone; just as he is about to turn around and think that it was all a hoax. He hears a faint, pained moaning sound coming from it. Cautiously, he makes his way down the alley using his flashlight app on his phone to see and having his hand on his gun that is tucked in the back of his pants close to his spine. "Hello?" He calls out, cautiously walking towards the sound.
The deeper he walks into the very stank alley, the louder the pained moans grew. Reaching the end of the dark, musk and alcohol smelling alley, he finds no one until he turns to his left by a black dumpster. He looks beside the dumpster and sees the beaten body of a female. He kneels down and checks for a pulse, it was faint but there. He lifts the female off the ground and rushes her to his car. She begins to swat at his face, but he calms her down enough to make her stop so he could see where he is going. Putting her in his car, he spots two dudes walking down the street, towards him with their guns drawn for some reason. Tyson knew there was no specific reason as to why they drawn their guns, but Tyson ducked behind his car door as the unknown dudes started shooting. Tyson pulls out his pieces and aims at the first guy and pulls the trigger. With a loud bang, the guy goes down; groaning and his partner takes off running, leaving his partner behind. Fearing that he would come back with backup, Tyson closes the back door, got in the driver side, and peels out of there. 618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF1It84T1My
