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Even when the great behemoth lowered his weapon, Michael paused a moment to make sure he didn't change his mind on icing Michael and Vex. After a moment Michael let out an agitated sigh before opening the back of his car and pulling a duffel bag from it. He slung the bag over his shoulder before...

Click. The sound was distinct enough for Michael to halt his movements, at least long enough for his eyes to come up and find the hulking man who stood before them. "Fuck me." Michael all but muttered out as his free hand slowly rose up when the unknown man aimed his threat. He glanced to Vex...

Michael didn't have much of a response for Vex's initial comment on his vehicle. After taking the bulletproof vest from the trunk, Michael stepped into the driver's side. He looked over to Vex as he climbed in and regarded him with an arched brow. He looked over the weapon the man carried. "That...

Honor. Integrity. Faith. Michael had none of those. At least he never actively tried to have those aspects. It was all a lot simpler than that to him. He did what he thought he was supposed to do. Not what he thought was right or what he thought fell inside some kind of moral compass. Even the...

Vex was getting too comfortable for Michael's liking. At least on the outside. While Vex drank down his shots Michael watched him closely. He still couldn't see any sign of a lie. Dishonesty pretty much made the man before him, but it was a different kind of dishonesty. Michael hoped his gut was...

He hated this feeling. His pistol was aimed at Vex's chest. For all intents and purposes, he was in control of the situation. But whether he was keen to admit it or not, this man had something he wanted. A clear path to some good old-fashioned revenge. Vex certainly wasn't boring, if nothing...

A concerned citizen. "There aren't any concerned citizens." The response came fast and was curt to boot. Michael continued to eye Vex closely, his hand still finding home on the grip of his pistol. With his free hand he took the cigarette from his lips and set it in the ash tray between them...

Michael specifically hated the look that Vex gave him. Sympathy, whether it is falsified or true. He hated it. No one person went through life without some kind of hardship, so why did people think their sympathies were needed, why do they think they matter. The look prompted a scoff that just...

Michael wanted the rain to return. The top of the night had been met with a constant spray, an easy kind of rain that when you closed your mind and focused hard enough you could fool yourself into believing it was the spray of the beach. Now it was dry, the last of the rains had come and gone...

Michael wasn't on duty today. He didn't go back to work for two more days, and he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. Michael had been on medical leave for the past four days after he'd been on the receiving end of an improvised explosive device that had been magnetically charged to the...

Name: Michael Derrick West Alias/Handle: N/A Age: 29 Ethnicity: African-American Birthplace: Night City Appearance: Michael has an average male build. He is five foot eleven and around 200 pounds in weight. He has chocolate colored skin and an athletic build. For his age Michael is in fairly...