Meth And Death

It was an early morning. The birds were chirping, the sun was setting on a horizontal axis, the air smelt was fresh as a field of flowers. This was the perfect morning for Moris to smoke meth with his mafia. As everybody knew that in the village Moris was associated in an extremely large gang of Mafiosos. His group was known ed as the cocaine cowboys. Everybody feared that group in the city. The fact that there infantry was greater than the army's scared the population of the town. Moris was about six feet tall, about 180 pounds of muscle on his body, blue eyes, a brunet with many friends. Even the police department feared him because of his power over the village. Soon this was all changed. The cocaine cowboys started to physically attack each other for turf with the new mafia the MRA (Mafia Rebel Assosiation). The MRA grew stronger without being noticed by the cocaine cowboys. MRA was the new and improved version of cocaine cowboys. Their infantry in their base was two times larger and five times more compiled with semi automatic weapons then the cocaine cowboys. This was all started over people dealing meth in the turf. The gang wars started, the population of the town were terrified of this gang war although they could not do a thing due to the fact both associations were corrupting the army.Three months later."Moris you there dog? Moris wake up, wake up now!" screamed Grant.
"UGHTT, where the hell am I!?" yelled Moris."We are at war, the MRA has raided our base and the boss is being held captive" says Grant.*Sound Of A Misile Passing Swiftly By Their Heads*"Oh crap! Get cover now Moris!" Hurry up!" says Grant.Grant and Moris both run towards the flipped over table lying on the ground with many bullet holes in it.*A Misile comes crashing down the ceiling and nearly hit Moris.*"We have to find a way to get into the infantry room" says Moris in an underpowered voice."Are you okay? You seemed to be knocked out for numerous hours!" says grant in a worried voice."Yeah I will be fine I hit my head when I got knocked out. I can't remember anything.." says Moris.
"okay, let's start heading to the infantry and grab some mini guns. This will be the only way to save ourselves." says Grant with an encouraging voice."Okay... But what about the boss?!?" Screams Moris."Forget about him, let's save ourselves and get out of this mess" said Grant.
"fine let's go" said Moris.Whilst the two mafioso were going to the infantry the MRA where flooding the base with wired explosives and with numerous barrels filled with gas. The cocaine cowboys were going to have a vexation from fleeting their base. Al thought the mafioso were prepared to duel against the opposing mafia because of their infantry, they did not have and ought troops to rebel back. Both organizations had and ought strength to dominate the army of their current country.
30 minutes later"Moris man, you have the key to the infantry" asked Grant in an excited voice!"OH MAN! I JUST REMEMBERED THE MAFIESTO LEADER PREMOTED ME AND GAVE ME ACESS TO THE IFANTRY!" Shouted Moris with proud voice."Then open it you moron we have no time" Said Grant With An Impatient Voice."Okay calm yourself buddy. We are in this together." said Moris with a frustrated voice. Moris opened the lock not acknowledging that the door was wired with 50 pounds of explosive dynamite! The door was so heavily armed that opening it could explode half the base forcing it to collapse like a bullet to somebody's brain."wait, wait, wait! What the hell is that red wire on the seam of the door!" yelped Moris."You god damn moron! That is wired with explosives! Obviously the MRA lack of skill! Don't open the god damn door!" screamed Grant with a horrified voice."Wow that was a close one. Where the hell do we go now?" asked Moris.*MRA leader walks in with 17 mafioso.*There was nobody as influential as him. The commander was about 40 years old, eyes as blue as an ocean, blonde hair as if it was a wig and as strong as a ox.