The Lindsburg Industrial Zone was a relic of the economic boom, then bust of the 80s. Large swaths of marshlands were filled, leveled and concreted to house warehouses and factories. Workers flooded in from all corners of the country to join in the industrial gold rush.
Less than a decade later however, the bubble burst, shutting down most of the factories, driving many of it workers into the streets. Those who couldn’t make ends meet either left the city, or turned to crime. The abandoned factories and warehouses, their previous contents already looted or scrapped, now frequently became the hiding spot for criminal activities.
The police received a tip on an arm smuggling in one of these warehouses, but when they arrived, the smugglers were ready for them. Having fortified their warehouse for this eventuality, the smugglers opened fire on the incoming police cars, the path to their warehouse blocked with makeshift barricades.
Butch laughed at the thrill of firing the machine gun, the smuggling deal has already been done, but he couldn’t resist in trying out his new toy on the policemen. Unfamiliar with the new gun, his shots went wide more often than not, but it did enough damage, forcing the policemen to take cover behind their vehicles.
Not expecting this much firepower, Rick cursed his luck as he tried to shoot back at the gunner. He only managed to get out a few shots before having to duck down again. Mark was sitting beside him, calling for reinforcements while holding a bloody rag against his thigh, stemming blood from a ricochet shot.
Unbeknownst to them, a different kind of help arrived.
Artist’s Note:
Someone should be using ear-plugs, he can’t even hear his partner getting taken out behind him.
D Banks
2021-07-11 13:23:13 +0000 UTC