What is a criminal really? You may have it in your head that a criminal is a no-good son of a bitch who will gank your shit. You’re right about that. But there's something that people tend to forget to mention. We tend to have rules, orders and hierarchy like any other organization. I am no different from a soldier, agent, or cop who follows orders from those in charge.
Let's start with the basics. My name isn’t relevant, but my code name is “The Enforcer." I am a street soldier just like any other paid muscle from the streets for the Grey Wolf Syndicate. I have no family to speak of whatsoever, I was an orphan on the streets until I was raised and trained by members of the Grey Wolf Syndicate.

A little background info: The Grey Wolf Syndicate is a stateside crime organization that has many ventures with countless mercenaries coming from all over the globe to complete contracts for a profit. While the boss is unknown to even the highest-shot callers in the syndicate, one thing is known for sure; the money we make leaves us without any questions of where it comes from other than how we can make more.

I have since dedicated my life to serving the Grey Wolf Syndicate, but even then I am nothing but a number to the shot callers who ordered me and two hired contracts to retrieve an important item for the boss of the Grey Wolf Syndicate. I figured it was going to be an easy job; oh, how wrong I was.

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It was a small team; no more than three of us were sent to retrieve the boss’s item, which was located in his office in a green container, which he deemed to be something of “extreme importance,” whatever the fuck that means. All I know is the boss is offering a hundred thousand dollars to retrieve this item, so it must be something real fucking important. I didn’t know either of these stupid fucks, but I knew one thing for certain; I am not going to get my ass shot for these two lousy excuses of brain cells. We landed off the coast of the island, where the boss’s mansion was situated. Once we got out of the boat, there was an ever so slight problem with our recovery mission.

There were fucking cops swarming the position with helicopters, both police and news helicopters, command trucks, and squad cars.

“Fuck god damn it, I knew that this was a fucking set up, man!”

One of the dumb fucks commented.

"Yeah, what he said, man! We should just get the fuck out of here and save our skin, man!”

The other waste of brain cells commented.

I sighed and said to them

“Go ahead if you want to, but I am going to get paid and do the job I was sent here to do you fucking pussies.”

The two dumb fucks looked at each other and decided to run off with the boat in tow. I outwardly sighed and pushed on. I surveyed the layout of the boss’s mansion and contemplated a plan of action. Cops were everywhere. I eventually had a small window of opportunity when one of these dumb fucks guarding the back stairs had been ordered to case another area.

"Bingo"

I said quietly as I moved up with my Spaz-12 at the ready In case I got made.

I made my way up the stairs, being careful not to make any noise. I finally made it inside the mansion and had to make my way up one more small set of stairs.

The only problem was the fact that the boss’s fucking room was in an area with clear glass plane windows all throughout, which would leave me fucked if someone spotted me.

I hyped myself up,

“Fuck it, I have not made it this far to fuck this up.”

I pushed up making to checking the area for any cops.

I could only see a few on the first floor, but they were just fucking around and waiting around with thumbs up their asses, typical cop shit. I made it up to the boss’s room. I set my duffle bag and Spas-12 against the boss’s cocobolo desk and drew my Desert Eagle to keep at the ready while I hurriedly opened the green container and saw something that I could hardly explain: It was some kind of amulet with a unicorn with wings and a red ruby in the middle of it.

It was so mesmerizing I could hardly take my eyes off of it and fell into a trance. I felt my hand heating up and saw a red glow emanating from the amulet around my hand. Not soon after, I felt my whole body heating up and enveloped in the red glow.

I say under my breath

“What the fuck is this shit man… I can’t look away and can’t move!”

I hear someone call out,

“PUT YOUR WEAPON DOWN AND GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!!”

My gaze is still focused on the damn amulet, but I see in the corner of my eye a cop pointing his shotgun at me. I couldn’t even move, let alone follow orders from this chump. I felt the warmth consuming my body and felt as if I was getting cooked alive, but I couldn’t even move. I screamed and screamed in the same position while the cop gave me one final warning:

“DROP YOUR FUCKING WEAPON NOW!! YOU CRAZY FUCK OR I WILL PUT YOU IN THE GODAMN GROUND!”

All these words seemed to echo in my head, and suddenly the pain ceased to exist as if it weren’t there, and I was suddenly out cold.

Complete darkness enveloped my vision.

“Fuck.. I guess I died to that chump, huh? Oh well.. I guess I have the rest of time to reflect on myself now that I'm fucking dead."

Hours, days, and weeks passed, and I was stuck in that goddamn void, but something happened. I started to see a red glow around my body again, and I felt that pain once more, only to regain consciousness in an unfamiliar area. My belongings were scattered on the ground minus the amulet. My duffle bag with my ammo reserves had about a hundred shotgun shells for my Spas-12 and seven mags of 50 AE for my desert eagle. My Spas-12 and desert eagle were covered in dirt and grime, which I promptly shaken and wiped off.

I found myself checking my surroundings and saw an endless sea of trees and bushes.

“Is this some sick fucking joke? One moment I’m in Florida, and the next I’m in some backwater forest. What the fuck is this bullshit? Is this hell? Nah, it can’t be.”

I decide to grab my shit and start moving. I eventually found a path that might lead me to civilization. I hear rustling nearby, and I shoulder my spas-12, pointing it at the source of the noise. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes when I see a 6-foot-tall wolf made out of fucking wood! This is definitely hell. I snap out of my stupor and lock eyes with this fucking mutt. Neither of us are willing to make the first move.

We stare into each other’s eyes, trying to size each other up. The wooden mutt growls and lunges at me with its wooden teeth bared. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I quickly aim my shotgun at his chest and blast his ass. I yell out triumphantly,

“WRONG MOVE, FUCKER!”

I grin as I watch it's torso get blown into a million pieces.

I stand over the wooden mutt’s corpse.

“Just where in the hell am I? Wooden fucking wolves, for Christ sakes, this is ridiculous!”

I step over his dead corpse and hear the echoing crunch of his wooden body beneath my sneakers.

I traveled smoothly on the same path without a hitch until it was dark out. I couldn’t stay out here for much longer unless I wanted to get mauled by another one of those wooden mutts, or god knows what else in this god-forsaken forest. I searched around for somewhere to set up shop for the night with my desert eagle at the ready. I couldn’t see shit, so I decided to rummage through my duffle bag and found a small flashlight that I used to illuminate my way. I eventually found some semblance of shelter for the night. It was a small cave, not much bigger than a motel room, which made things easier for me since I didn’t have to search a labyrinth of tunnels for unwanted visitors.

I set my duffle bag and shotgun on the cave’s wall. I slid down the wall with an audible sigh and tried to recoup the events that led to this moment. I found myself in and out of sleep, but I forced myself to stay awake so I wouldn't get mauled by some wooden mutt or whatever the fuck else is out there. Hours passed, and I began to see the light peak through the entrance of the cave. I grabbed my shotgun and duffle bag and left the cave to find some semblance of civilization. I found the path again after following my footprints from yesterday’s trek. It was an uneventful morning. Hopefully I can get the fuck out of this shit hole soon...

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