So this story is supposed to run with Bloody Paws, the stories will be posted around the same time, if you don't like Bloody Paws, that's fine, this is a self contained story, with new characters and storyline. I recommend following both, because they are involved with eachother. Also, this is the first story of mine where the main character isn't a wolverine, fun fact.
Credit for edits goes to Kurowolfe for helping me out, thanks man, find him here http://kurohacker.deviantart.com/

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The parking lot of what used to be a Bust Buy was mostly empty, all that I could see were some signs warning people not to enter, and the more intimidating corpses hanging by ropes on the light poles. we had a job to do, take down this raider camp and recover suplies to help a small town these men kept harassing. We decided to move to the back to see if it was less well guarded. We moved to the back, 6 in total, I was leading, behind me in order were Thrasher, The Duke, The Duchess, The Colonel, and lastly The Shadow. We cut across an alley through to the back lot by the loading dock where we hid by a dumpster, we each had semi automatic Ruger Mini 14s in hand except for the shadow and Colonel, they carried shotguns, and we all had sidearms, I had a Colt Python, The Colonel showed his Russian pride with his grandfather’s Takarev pistol, The Duke and The Duchess had two toned Beretta 92s, The Duke took the slide from The Duchess’s sidearm and vice-versa, The Shadow had 2 pistols, she carried matching Browning hi powers, and lastly Thrasher used a Glock 21.

We went to the back and I took a look at the area, three guards in the area, two walked around and one was sleeping in a chair on the loading dock. The raiders were well prepared for some old thugs and ex-cons. we made our way into the lot,climbing over the chain link fence, I went behind one guard with an Italian stiletto knife in hand and Thrasher went behind another with a steel pipe someone left lying around. I covered the mouth of the guard with my hand and took the thin stiletto blade and I drove between the vertebrae in his spine, I used leverage to twist the knife and sever his spine, paralyzing him instantly, I took the sides of his head and I twisted until I heard a snap and he lay still. I looked over to see Thrasher put a bloody pipe on the ground next to what used to be a man, we took another look around and moved into the store, being careful not to wake the sleeping man.

“Saint,” I heard The Shadow whisper after we were inside, “whats the plan?”

“Same one we discussed, Ill lure them to the security office, and when they have it surrounded I want thrasher to say ‘stand and deliver.’ well gab supplies, and get the fuck out. Now get ready guys, got it?”

Nods all around. Now for the hard part, as my squad went into the old Best Buy to find places to hide, I had to take over the security office, not get killed by the men that would swarm the office, holdout until the others got to me, than Itll be a killing fest from their on out. Thing is, life wasn’t always like this, but shit changed after the bombs fell.

I snuck up behind the sleeping guard, holding my stiletto in one hand, and my Python in the other, just in case someone showed up I would be ready. I went behind the sleeping man and I put my hand over his mouth and with one quick motion I drove the blade into his heart, and I kept thrashing, cutting, slicing, stabbing, doing everything I could to kill him, until he stopped moving. When he finally did, I searched his corpse, on him were 25 shells of 12 guage buckshot, a Beretta 92, 2 spare mags for that, and he had a Mossburg 88 shotgun next to him. I closed the blade of my knife, picked up my revolver and holstered it, than I stole the man’s equiptment to give myself an edge in a close range shootout.
I always found it funny, Im 18, just 18. And I started this shit when I was 16, when the bombs fell. But this is the odd part, Im one of the best at killing. And I assume that is because no one has killed any of us, I have lead my Saints to victory many times before, and we have yet to run into a situation we could not win. Weather it was from tactics, overwhelming firepower, or just making the other guys shit themselves in fear.

Here, how about I explain what the hell’s been going on in the world to you? Well you see, it all started two years ago, I was enjoying my sophomore year of high school, My name wasn’t always The Saint, you see. It used to be Marko Batchheldor. Thrasher used to be Stan, The Duchess was Sara, The Duke was here boyfriend Joey, The Shadow was a girl named Roxana, and the Colonel used to be just Dave. But that all changed. You see, we were framed for murder, my father was shot to death, and bombs fell on all major population centers than it was uncovered that there was some group of assassins working with the CIA to destroy the nuts who dropped the bombs. Look, it seems like you got time, so let me start at the beginning for you, let you get all caught up.