roleplayguy2013
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Hank opened the trunk of the Lincoln, stared at the woman bound and gagged, then slammed the lid down again. He stared off over the Towncar's roof, beyond the East River at the Manhattan skyline as he asked calmly, "Who the hell is that?"
The men standing around him looked to one another, wondering which should answer, since their boss didn't seem to be addressing the question to anyone in particular. One of the thugs finally volunteered, "The judge's daughter."
Hank drew a deep breath, held it a moment, then let it slip from his body slowly. He opened the trunk again, staring at the young woman a bit longer. As before, he shut the trunk again, but this time turned slowly and lashed out; his fist smashed against the temple of the closest man, stunning him and sending him to the ground. The others backed away a step, their shocked eyes looking between Hank and the man unconscious on the ground. Taking and releasing another deep breath, Hank said just as calmly as before, "This is not the judge's daughter ... you ... fucking ... morons."
Fifty minutes later, after a bumpy ride over poorly maintained roads, Hank opened the trunk again, reached down, and untied the gag from the woman's mouth. He pulled a gun from the shoulder harness and said with a polite smile, "Scream ... and you die."
The men standing around him looked to one another, wondering which should answer, since their boss didn't seem to be addressing the question to anyone in particular. One of the thugs finally volunteered, "The judge's daughter."
Hank drew a deep breath, held it a moment, then let it slip from his body slowly. He opened the trunk again, staring at the young woman a bit longer. As before, he shut the trunk again, but this time turned slowly and lashed out; his fist smashed against the temple of the closest man, stunning him and sending him to the ground. The others backed away a step, their shocked eyes looking between Hank and the man unconscious on the ground. Taking and releasing another deep breath, Hank said just as calmly as before, "This is not the judge's daughter ... you ... fucking ... morons."
Fifty minutes later, after a bumpy ride over poorly maintained roads, Hank opened the trunk again, reached down, and untied the gag from the woman's mouth. He pulled a gun from the shoulder harness and said with a polite smile, "Scream ... and you die."