Rainy night

In a warehouse, you could see a group of thirty men gathered and messing around. It was night outside, and you could hear the pitter-patter of rain hitting the metal roof.

The men were sitting in the only place in the warehouse that had light. Some were playing poker on a fold-up table, others were on their phones. They all had some scars on their body, some larger than others.

The only thing common between all the men was that on the back of their necks was a tattoo. The tattoo was of a snake choking an eagle. In front of the warehouse were two guards sitting in protection from the rain.

"Hey, do you think anything will happen tonight?" Guard one asked guard two.

"Let us hope not. I don't feel like dealing with anything in this rain." Replied guard two.

"Have you heard of the person who has been taking out other gangs? I heard that he comes at night and walks threw the front door."

"Well, that is stupid. Why would he walk threw the front door where there will most likely be the most guards."

" I don't know why he does it, but I heard he fights every gang member and kills them. He carries a short sword along with two pistols, but I have never heard of him using that stuff. I heard that he always uses his fists to kill everyone he fights. They say that when he approaches you, you can't see him or even hear his footsteps."

"Stop lying. If he is in front of you of course you can see him. Besides, there is nothing to worry abo-"

Before the guard could finish his sentence, a hand was reaching through his chest. The hand retracted itself and the dead body fell to the floor. The other guard was about to scream for help, but his head was sliced clean off.

In front of the two bodies, a person appeared. "Why do they keep ectragerating my abilities? I don't always just use my hand to kill them. That would take too long to do. Also, I can't disappear from their sight, I just use my assassination techniques. I need to finish this job quickly. This should be the last one before my birthday." Angus, who now looked like a young man standing at 5 foot 7, walked passed the dead guards and into the warehouse.

Angus has a well-defined, trained body. It looks like it is built to be able to fight as effectively as possible. He is in all black with a hoodie covering his face. His footsteps were silent as he got closer to the group of gangsters.

As he neared them he took out his gun. It was a jet-black Glock 19 with a special mag that could hold 36 rounds. Each round helps the power of a normal 10 mm which was slightly better than a 9mm.

He suddenly appeared in the middle of the groups. "Hello. I am here to kill you, and luckily there are 37 of you, and I have 36 rounds. So, let the fun begin!"