Chapter 1: Prologue
The sound of panting could be heard as Greg Ruben stepped in the puddle as he ran down the alley. After a moment of running, he took a hard left and entered into a warehouse, quickly surveying the room, he rushed behind a pile of boards, clutching a briefcase near his chest.
"Find that sick bastard and destroy the package, if you can't even manage to do that, I'll kill you all myself." A low, almost melodic voice spoke loudly.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck! Calm down, I need to think!' Ruben thought to himself as he adjusted his glasses with his shaky hands. He looked around as he pulled out his phone. He opened up the text message app and added a random number with his area code.
He typed in a message and clicked send. The message says, 'Parker Memorial. Harry Wang.' He took a deep breath, then surveyed his surroundings once more and saw an open door. As he mentally prepared himself, he got ready to run.
After a moment, he sprinted to the door and left. He continued running and eventually reached Parker memorial, then left the briefcase at the grave of Harry Wang, not wanting it to be found, he began to run back to the warehouse but used a different route.
On his way, he was intercepted. "Greg!" The voice from earlier spoke with a friendly tone. "How nice of you to come to us." He said with a light smile. He walked up to Greg and put his arm around the back of his neck. "We're friends, and as a sign of that friendship, I'd like you to tell me where that briefcase is, save us all from some trouble." He said with shrewd eyes.
"I-I lost it while I was running!" He said nervously.
"Something that important? I guess it's possible, but for you to lose it?" He said as he tightened the grip of his arm and patted his head. "Well, I guess that would make you a waste of time." He said as he let go of him. "Shoot him." He said with a grim tone as he walked away.
"Sir!" Several people spoke as three guns shot and the sound of Greg's body hitting the ground could be heard.
"Find the package, he can't of hidden it far." The leader spoke with a bland tone as he walked away from the scene.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Inker
Inker I AM SO FUCKING BORED, WHAT THE FUCK?!?! MY BRAIN FEELS NUMB! I feel so motionless, and I have no motivation, why do I work this way?
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