Finally at my destination The warehouse outside of town, I stopped the car at the entrance, I step out with the rifle in my hands and the hand gun tucked behind my back, I stare into the entrance, it is pitch black, cold winds gale through my body, as I gleam at the entrance, I picture it as a abyss in which I may never come out alive, with my head held low and my eyes shifting at every direction, slowly placing one foot after the other, this walk into the darkness seems like a eternity, I could hear my heart beat thump like a nail being driven into a coffin, hands shaking as they grasp the rifle, my body tenses as I yell out, you there, the deed is done I killed the man in the desert and Im here to collect, show yourself. A shadowy figure can be seen walking towards me the reflection of the moon light sparkles off the locks of a briefcase, the man speaks good job my son, and did you get what I told you to prove your alliance to me. I take aim with the rifle the entire room is blacken I shoot hitting the shadowy figure in the arm making him release the suitcase, as it hits the ground I hear the man yell out kill him! The lights turn on blinding me for half a second, a blaring white light flashes as  slowed images of my surroundings begin to come into focus. I catch a glimpse of the man; his profile seemed strange he looks like a wealthy man business suit, long slicked grey hair, and thick mustache with matching triangular goatee, the image burned into my retina, I hear the clicking of magazines being loaded into guns, I look up six men surround me, high above me on each side of the rafters, three on the left and three on the right.

I make a run for the steel oil drums; I slide to pick up the briefcase and continue to run hiding behind the drums, I wait, the gun fire slowly halts, I stand up and take aim, shot after shot I take out the right side, I make a run to large shipping container Im at perfect position to take out the left side, out the corner of my eye I noticed the old man making his way to the exit, dripping blood as he closes the door behind him in my rage to catch him, I jump out from behind the shipping container, blasting bullets as if every bullet had a small amount of my hate coursing through it, the warehouse was now empty, I ran to chase the old man, but he had already departed in a car all I could see is the backlights in the dust, like raging red eyes mocking me.

I go back into the warehouse, grab the briefcase and open it up, inside to my surprise stacks of hundred dollar bills, I guess it makes you feel good to know that at least your life is worth a lot of money, I close the briefcase and walk over to dead bodies that lay on the ground and I grab the remaining magazines and pick up their rifles, throwing everything into the beaten down truck, with new supplies a nice amount of money and my will higher than ever I prepare myself for a man hunt !

End of Pt.3 

pt. 4 might be early next week on Tuesday or delayed till Saturday, not sure with the holidays coming up

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