Chapter 1
An armoured van drives through the sparse, barren deserts of Pandora, The van comes to a stop, 2 armed men get out and open the back doors and a man rolls out and onto a huge mound of sand with sack covering his head and his hands tied behind his back.
He has what appear to be Siren tattoos running both of his exposed arms. He is dragged by the two armed men a few metres away from the van and is pulled to his knees, meanwhile a slick, well dressed man in a suit steps out of the van and stands in front of his victim and pulls the sack from around his head.
He struggles to keep his yellow eyes open as the sun reflects off the sand as he asks: “Are you going to shoot me now?”
The well dressed man replies while loading bullets into his cheap revolver: “You know the deal Argus, the Boss Mann hates Sirens, I have no idea where you got those markings on your arms or those yellow eyes, I don’t care either, the Boss Mann says that I’ll get a fat, juicy paycheque if you die by my hand, he seems to believe that you’re a real Siren, I don’t but the money is just too good!”
The man finishes loading the revolver, raises it to Argus’ head and pulls the hammer back with his thumb
As he readies to pull the trigger, Argus suddenly vanishes. The man gasps out of surprise and fear. He turns around to look at the armed guards; one shrugs his shoulder, the other trembles in fear. Explosions of blood come gushing out of the chests of both men; they fell to the ground as they’re blood sinks into the sand.
The well dressed man is standing with his jaw dropped in awe, the revolver is yanked out of his hand as he falls to his knees.
Argus re appears standing over the well dressed man with the revolver pointing at his head
“Who is your Boss, TELL ME!” said Argus ain an angry, serious tone
“I don’t know! I SWEAR TO GOD I DONT KNOW! I’ve never seen him before in my life his right hand man just tells me what he wants me to do and he mails me my pay! All I know is that he calls himself the Boss Mann, please you gotta believe me!!!” says the well dressed man in a high pitched voice
“Who would know your boss?!”
“I don’t know I swear to god! But wait... I overheard a conversation coming from the Boss Mann’s office... with a hit man, something about whacking some chick named Lilith in a bar in New Haven tonight! Ask the hit man! Let me go!!!” replied the well dressed man
“Thank You”, Argus shoots the man in the head and drives off in the van.
An armoured van drives through the sparse, barren deserts of Pandora, The van comes to a stop, 2 armed men get out and open the back doors and a man rolls out and onto a huge mound of sand with sack covering his head and his hands tied behind his back.
He has what appear to be Siren tattoos running both of his exposed arms. He is dragged by the two armed men a few metres away from the van and is pulled to his knees, meanwhile a slick, well dressed man in a suit steps out of the van and stands in front of his victim and pulls the sack from around his head.
He struggles to keep his yellow eyes open as the sun reflects off the sand as he asks: “Are you going to shoot me now?”
The well dressed man replies while loading bullets into his cheap revolver: “You know the deal Argus, the Boss Mann hates Sirens, I have no idea where you got those markings on your arms or those yellow eyes, I don’t care either, the Boss Mann says that I’ll get a fat, juicy paycheque if you die by my hand, he seems to believe that you’re a real Siren, I don’t but the money is just too good!”
The man finishes loading the revolver, raises it to Argus’ head and pulls the hammer back with his thumb
As he readies to pull the trigger, Argus suddenly vanishes. The man gasps out of surprise and fear. He turns around to look at the armed guards; one shrugs his shoulder, the other trembles in fear. Explosions of blood come gushing out of the chests of both men; they fell to the ground as they’re blood sinks into the sand.
The well dressed man is standing with his jaw dropped in awe, the revolver is yanked out of his hand as he falls to his knees.
Argus re appears standing over the well dressed man with the revolver pointing at his head
“Who is your Boss, TELL ME!” said Argus ain an angry, serious tone
“I don’t know! I SWEAR TO GOD I DONT KNOW! I’ve never seen him before in my life his right hand man just tells me what he wants me to do and he mails me my pay! All I know is that he calls himself the Boss Mann, please you gotta believe me!!!” says the well dressed man in a high pitched voice
“Who would know your boss?!”
“I don’t know I swear to god! But wait... I overheard a conversation coming from the Boss Mann’s office... with a hit man, something about whacking some chick named Lilith in a bar in New Haven tonight! Ask the hit man! Let me go!!!” replied the well dressed man
“Thank You”, Argus shoots the man in the head and drives off in the van.