A Sad Panda
Rank 1~ Chicagos Fist
Fuki Hoshimoto awakened to the sound of his alarm clock quickly smashing it on his nightstand, the morning light beaming in to his basement like room located under the Chicago Mobs HQ.
"Fuck...." Lately he's been having nightmares, a lot more than usual at least. Its always the same fuzzy dream of 2 people covered in what he presumes is blood except the clear image of a deep red teddybear in one of the peoples hands. Before he wakes up he see's the red eyes of someone looking in to his very soul.
He shrugs it off like always and goes to the bathroom and gets ready for the day ahead. He grabs his one and only tux with a blood red tie and a symbol of a fist on both shoulders. Looking in the mirror he see's his M9 Beretta on the table behind him.
"Another day...." he loads it with AP and Incindiary rounds along with a few clips. He grabs something he always takes with him. A grenade that he tapes on his side beneath his layers of clothing. He walks out the door and looks around. "So... what to do...." he walks off looking... well someone the Mob wants dead of course.
"Fuck...." Lately he's been having nightmares, a lot more than usual at least. Its always the same fuzzy dream of 2 people covered in what he presumes is blood except the clear image of a deep red teddybear in one of the peoples hands. Before he wakes up he see's the red eyes of someone looking in to his very soul.
He shrugs it off like always and goes to the bathroom and gets ready for the day ahead. He grabs his one and only tux with a blood red tie and a symbol of a fist on both shoulders. Looking in the mirror he see's his M9 Beretta on the table behind him.
"Another day...." he loads it with AP and Incindiary rounds along with a few clips. He grabs something he always takes with him. A grenade that he tapes on his side beneath his layers of clothing. He walks out the door and looks around. "So... what to do...." he walks off looking... well someone the Mob wants dead of course.
