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The Third Party Suddenly, a loud rumble rocked the building, as the boarded-up walls violently shook, nearly popping the nails onto the floor. "Again!" A man shouted. The battering ram slammed against the door once more, nearly tearing the metal off of its hinges. The sound of a door being...

Forever and Always Jackson McCarthy With his head rested in Syd's arm, Jackson looked up to him with an angelic stare, as if all the pain had subsided and left him fatigued, yet tranquil. After the panic receded within Syd, and he seemingly accepted the inevitable; it was as if a breath of...

Jackson McCarthy Despite Jackson's stubbornness, he latched onto Syd's shoulders as if he were his life support. He had never been one to show any form of weakness under any circumstance, but without Syd's guidance, there was no way he'd make it a foot in any direction. With one hand on Syd, he...

Jackson McCarthy Jackson couldn't help but smile at Syd's comment, having to stop in his tracks just in front of the doorway. He turned to look back at his godson with a half-cocked smile. Despite the severity of their situation, Jackson could only marvel at the moment. After everything that...

Amato Castello The pitter-patter of gunfire escaped through the small openings of the Public Corridor, and through the fogged up glass, he could see the illumination of bright muzzle flashes through the dense gas. The Sullivan's must've deployed more of the tear canisters, and Amato could...

Jackson McCarthy The hug had caught Jackson off guard, and for a moment he stood there, frozen. Every move he had made, in what felt like hours, had been to neutralize an assailant or save his own skin. To feel arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace was like a sharp temperature change that...

The Man. The Myth. The Legend. Jackson McCarthy Jackson fell back into the HOS office, rubbing the side of his head where door debris had cut into his mask and sliced his face. "Fuck me," Jackson muttered to the other Sullivan in the room before pulling out his magazine. It was empty, save the...

Sullivan NPCs ]The quick succession of fire, lit a fuse behind the Sullivans, exploding them down the hall at Mach five. This was all uncharted territory for them, but with the small cracks in the ceiling, moonlight shined through to reveal somewhat of a lit path. As they sprinted down the...

Amato Castello Amato slammed the butt of the shotgun down once more, cutting Syd off just as he emphasized the 'E' in 'please'. The sickening crack bounced off the walls of the decaying room, as the narrow back end of the shotgun nearly split Syd's nasal bone entirely in half. Blood spurted out...

Amato Castello Amato followed right behind Ethan, yet he made sure to keep his wits about him as he swept the corner. The barrel of his gun was not met with a brash Sullivan, ready to die like the proud Irish were so fond of doing. Instead, they were met with a dark pit of a room. The building...

Jackson McCarthy Jackson's shoulder collided against the door like a primed battering ram. For a moment, the door caught on something, perhaps a stray piece of debris. It had only defied Jackson's motion for a split second before the sheer power behind his shoulder blew the doors right open and...

Jackson McCarthy & Amato Castello The gunfire ensued like a blinding symphony of death, as small, orange flashes exploded throughout the room, heavily opacified by the dense, rich gas. Jackson clenched his balled fist around Syd's chest like a father in a car who had instinctively shot his hand...

Jackson McCarthy As Syd referenced a quote Jackson had used in a conversation months ago, a sly, mischievous smirk ran across his masked lips, only visible through the curvature in his eyes behind the plastic. Jackson's grip moved up from Syd's shoulder to his face, lightly patting him on the...

Chapter 18: The Final Nail Friday 25th February 1972 ...2 days later… Evening - Cold, Rain Showers ****************************** ****************************** Battery Park, New York Jackson McCarthy February 25, 1972. The date strangely resonated in Jackson's head as he scanned the...

Jackson McCarthy Jackson began digging into his food as his family asked about Australia. Truth be told, he had no idea what to expect, as he'd never been there himself. He had met a handful of Australian blokes in his time, and they'd all been top lads; ones he'd love to share a beer with any...