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Riot Junkie London — Kenneth Guthrie
Riot Junkie 1: London
Rick and his friends love riots. They love them because they are an ideal opportunity to do some good old fashion looting. Tonight a sports store full of goods awaits them. Unfortunately, the cops are on to them too. A full on brawl in true Londoner style commences and only the smartest will survive.
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Sample Content:
This story is about 2000 words.
Mike lead the way. There was a lone security guard standing in a small box in the parking lot just down the road. The man was looking down the road towards the mob that was attacking the supermarket there.
Mike slammed his baseball bat through the glass and hit the man in the back of the head. He hit the ground hard and Rick could see he was out like a light.
"Try not ta kill em', won't ya? Ta coppas don't like that sorta thing, ya know."
Mike looked at him apologetically.
"Sorry."
At least he apologized this time.
Rick stepped into the box and bent down to take the keys from the man's belt as the other two went to the glass doors and waited. They could have broken in, but why attract attention when you didn't need to?
Rick looked at the keys. Someone had been stupid enough to label them. He took the one marked 'front door' and put it into the big lock in the steel framed door. It came open easily and he unlocked the wire door that rolled up into the roof automatically.
Riot Junkie 2: LA
Rick has survived Big Tom and his whip fetish and is in LA to hide from the cops. Little does he know, but he is walking into another riot. Rick, being a man of opportunity, knows this is a chance to score some big time American loot and there's a jewelry store with his name on it.
Sample Content:
This story is about 1700 words.
He smashed the box a few times on the floor before taking to it with the baseball bat. It always surprised him that pawn brokers would keep their best goods outside of the safe. He guessed that they got robbed so often that they didn't want to keep the cash and the goods in one place. If they had to open the safe all the time they might lose both when a would-be customer turned robber.
It came open and he smiled a deep and pleasurable smile. It was stacked with jewelry - the expensive kind. He put it in his pack and stood up. The register stood before him.
He took to it quickly and found around eighty dollars American inside. He was reaching for that with his pack on his back when a man appeared at the door. He held a shotgun in his hands and looked angry.
"You aren't going anywhere," the man lifted the gun and said, "Get out from behind there and drop the cash."
Rick didn't say anything. This guy looked like he knew what he was doing. He must have had lots of practice.
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Rick and his friends love riots. They love them because they are an ideal opportunity to do some good old fashion looting. Tonight a sports store full of goods awaits them. Unfortunately, the cops are on to them too. A full on brawl in true Londoner style commences and only the smartest will survive.
Notes:
- These two stories are available in the Terrorist and Riot Junkie Collection with a bonus story from my Uncivilized boxing series.
Sample Content:
This story is about 2000 words.
Mike lead the way. There was a lone security guard standing in a small box in the parking lot just down the road. The man was looking down the road towards the mob that was attacking the supermarket there.
Mike slammed his baseball bat through the glass and hit the man in the back of the head. He hit the ground hard and Rick could see he was out like a light.
"Try not ta kill em', won't ya? Ta coppas don't like that sorta thing, ya know."
Mike looked at him apologetically.
"Sorry."
At least he apologized this time.
Rick stepped into the box and bent down to take the keys from the man's belt as the other two went to the glass doors and waited. They could have broken in, but why attract attention when you didn't need to?
Rick looked at the keys. Someone had been stupid enough to label them. He took the one marked 'front door' and put it into the big lock in the steel framed door. It came open easily and he unlocked the wire door that rolled up into the roof automatically.
Riot Junkie 2: LA
Rick has survived Big Tom and his whip fetish and is in LA to hide from the cops. Little does he know, but he is walking into another riot. Rick, being a man of opportunity, knows this is a chance to score some big time American loot and there's a jewelry store with his name on it.
Sample Content:
This story is about 1700 words.
He smashed the box a few times on the floor before taking to it with the baseball bat. It always surprised him that pawn brokers would keep their best goods outside of the safe. He guessed that they got robbed so often that they didn't want to keep the cash and the goods in one place. If they had to open the safe all the time they might lose both when a would-be customer turned robber.
It came open and he smiled a deep and pleasurable smile. It was stacked with jewelry - the expensive kind. He put it in his pack and stood up. The register stood before him.
He took to it quickly and found around eighty dollars American inside. He was reaching for that with his pack on his back when a man appeared at the door. He held a shotgun in his hands and looked angry.
"You aren't going anywhere," the man lifted the gun and said, "Get out from behind there and drop the cash."
Rick didn't say anything. This guy looked like he knew what he was doing. He must have had lots of practice.
(Please click 'See all Editorial Reviews' below for more details.)
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