Mason's Revenge

ic Item during the early stages of the Crypt outbreaks. That alone had

han that bastard,' Mason

ting his hands on the item in the first place. If Mason

his limbs had been cut off-still haunting him. The memory wasn't jus

' Mason reminded himself. 'I ne

on, he turned and started to leave. Time was short, and now that

rypts had emerged there, and that was where he neede

forward, Mason froze. A realizati

t I flat broke

't even have enough money to cover basic bills like electricity and wate

bly pay off my overdue phone bill with th

Based on his past life, he guessed there were about two months left. Yet here he was, struggl

bers from my memory?' he cursed. For all his excell

ing his next move, a sharp v

Mason

outside the police station. They had a sneering look on their face

former superiors, the ones from the company where he had been exploited-b

sively for Mason to come over. Their body language

ever they were planning, it wasn't good for him. But inst

ady forming in his mind. 'These pu

e men approaching and hi

aught them! They used you as a hu

ge at them, but Mason ra

handle this. Besides, I

eed somethin

call an ambulance, just in case. It

d, completely thrown

side is going

ut?" Kim yelled, trying to follow. But before he could r

ld scores. But "settling" wasn't quite the right word. He had a lot of un

ty work back in high school when he was desperate for cash. After that, they k

ittle more than

bastards until my mid-twenties

and exploited, too scared to run and too broken to

ations. They had planned to get him deep into debt by purchasing fake art, bu

they we

ll hanging around like a lost puppy.

one of the thugs sneere

h one looking more intimidating than the last. One of them

. We're on a schedule, you

tor Kim had been moments ago. "Looks like he's ge

ould stick with us. He knows what h

, pay for doing nothing, and we even teach

head. They were making a huge mistake. They as

h was far mo

gs were about to get ugly, and it would complicate

n, stop wastin

crashing into the wall, his front teeth clattering to the ground.

d off his fi

ron

the

ector is so I don't get arrest

re lay a ha

red. "Oh, and by the way, you can let your boss kn

ed confused, as if trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

He cracked his knuckles,

there's just o

oked at hi

it's time I collected my back pay-and ma

t hit them. Mason Monro