Chapter 6-1: Into The LawDoghouse
Crack!The sound of the metal bat reverberated off the lone
LawDogs' skull throughout the empty warehouse parking lot. He fell backwards onto the ground, propped upright against V's Buffalo, looking up at him in fear.
I swear man, I....I don't know... the
LawDog managed to spit out, along with a few teeth.
Pity. V said through his sadistic smile and went for a home run. Looking at the blood spatter on the side of his pristine white Buffalo, he thought,
Going to have to wash that before heading to Los Santos.
Months had passed since
The Securicar Heist, and V was still no closer to finding those that had betrayed his trust, and taken his money. It was consuming him. He continued wasting away his reserves and resources looking under every stone. He sold properties for bribes, dangerously and carelessly had been risking his very freedom to find the b**tards.
Glancing down at the only clue he had, a simple black business card, with three letters emboldened in red.
"K.H.M." No matter the cost, no matter how long; he
WAS going to find the
Man With The Red Name even if it killed him.
Hold it right there! a voice called out to him. Rolling down his windows, he nodded to the
FLA member fast approaching his car at the checkpoint.
Gonna need to search your car! Government propaganda is in full swing today...V nodded respectfully,
No worries brothers. I completely understand. He killed the engine and popped both hood and trunk as the security detail began examining his car. The news and radio had been ablaze with chatter, there was an
FBI Ceremony about to kick off, and he wasn't going to miss it.
One of the members recognized V and nodded silently to him as the point guard circled around to the trunk of his car, spotting the multiple black cases in his trunk.
Sir... he called out to his superior.
Take one, as a token of respect...to our brothers in arms, V said as he tossed the superior the key to the case. Opening it, they found a gently cushioned, brand new M4 assault rifle.
Another exchange of nods.
This one's good to go! came the call, as the Barracks in front of him rolled back, opening the path before him.
V dropped off the cargo at the safehouse and headed back into Los Santos. Pershing Square was filled as far as the eye could see in a sea of blue, congregating around the
FBI Field Office. Finding a parking spot next to some familiar, yet strangely off color Barracks, he headed up the steps and got in line for entry.
The line progressed quickly, each person being frisked. He hadn't seen this much security since the Fury Days with
FLA. After needlessly being groped by an overweight, wheezing wanna-be-LawPup, he made his way into the conference room.
The old Nomadic
Hashiriya took the stage and tapped the microphone, as V began recording each of the
LawDogs faces present.
He probably would never get used to the fact that his old friend, who seemed to not even recognize him in the room, was now literally the
Big Dog...the Director of the FBI himself. V had to remind himself that those were different days back then...back in Ocean Docks where
Denzel had taught him the eastern styles of drifting in an Elegy. He'd always have a seat at the
Round Table, but V doubted he'd ever see the
Hashiriya there again.
The Ceremony continued, applause after every speech, clapping after every promotion and pin.
So prideful, so arrogant... V thought as the attaboys droned on.
They really have no clue of the coming sandstorm. If they had, he'd never have made it this far into the building.
The Ceremony concluded, and V pocketed his cellphone. He had what he needed, and people began filing out of the room. V held the door, as
LawDog after
LawDog exited.
Judgement fast approaches. The Hounds of War soon shall be unleashed on these heathens. V thought as he glanced around the empty room one last time and exited.
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