It was a wonderful Tuesday, as planned, hanging out enjoying a few casual crimes, moving booze across a few states, committing Organised Crimes, enjoying watching Duesenberg's roll by my neighbourhood when I noticed something fishy - quite a few Duesy's started rolling by obviously slower than normal. When I looked I saw a killer with my own eyes.
It was the famous Zohra . . . I knew The Vanguard was on the hunt.
I jumped in my broken down Phaeton, but it had barely even started by the time Zohra was turning the corner.
I sped up to keep a close distance when I saw him circling over a few blocks to an open field area.
That's when I realized who they were after. National Farmers Union [NFU] had just setup a few new barns in this area for some local pow wows.
I was too late!! Within seconds Zohra and Ragabonz jumped out to open fire.
They filled the dirt road with .30 cal rounds. I was too late to save my friend Quit2. He was gone along with every member of his peaceful crew.
RIP National Farmers Union.
