Igor could practically smell him coming. That damn detective was approaching and it was all because he trusted Dick’s tolerance of bad music. Soon his monopoly on the weapons trade would all end in a blaze of glory. He couldn’t let that happen. Igor prepared his men for the upcoming onslaught. He couldn’t do much in the small warehouse. He strode back and forth.Abruptly he heard the sirens and saw the two men arrive and push open the massive doors
“Hey Igor, we’re here to kill you,” Exclaimed Douglas with a big grin on his face.
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Detective Douglas.
HumorGuns, Volkswagen, and Douglas. It's total mayhem(keep in mind this story sometimes uses the opinion of the interwebs)! Chapters 1- 10 were written in 2 days because i'm super hyper!!