Lance knew that everything wasn't as it seemed, and guessed that the doctors were betting on when Graven would die. Grinning, Lance walked over to the doctor's computer and wrote down the names of the doctors. When he got board he might as well hunt them down.
The doctor trolled up to Lance. He was about 200 pounds and had absolutely no muscle what so ever. "It'll be fine kiddo, just buckle y'all down and hope for da best", the fat doctor spoke with a Texas accent.
Lance, being the smart ass he is, replied "Yeppidy that's right-" then cut himself off and his smile went to a frown, "Now go get your paycheck while you are alive..." the doctor laughed at him. Probably the worst thing he could do, maybe because Lance wasn't kidding when he said 'while you are alive'. A 5 shot spread was all it took, two to the head and 3 in the chest.
Lance blew his gun and went back to writing down all the underpaid doctor's names.
~~~Moscow, Russia~~~
It certainly wasn't Ivan's best day ever, today he had lost one of his biggest investments. Ivan was, with the littlest strain of the word, illegal. He owned a body guard training center, controlled half of the drug trafficking in the world, and thousands had died at his hand. His body guards were legal though, and brought in a huge income.
That is why his day was bad. Groven, the teacher of some of the best body guards had died. Terrible for him, because no one would get a body guard that can't protect, its like buying a train and letting a 7 year old drive it.
Ivan popped a few more pills then went back to analyzing the statistics for the income of body guards over the past year, and what they were expected to be the following year. Down 93%.
Most people say "He died happy" but for Ivan, that wasn't the case. The last thing he saw was his biggest source of income die. Jacob laughed, then headed towards the original painting of the Mona Lisa. Ivan was quite rich. Four shots to someones head could end a empire of illegal businesses. Well that was just proven. Jacob tore the painting to his side, the 130 million dollars that painting was worth was worth absolutely nothing to what he was opening right now.
He was about to become the richest man in the world, but first, he had to make a unexpected stop to a friend in Scotland. Lance. Probably the best person he could see right now. He thought he would get a warm welcoming. Unfortunately for him, Lance had other ideas. Lance was going to avenge his lost friend, Graven.
~~~Scotland, 2 hours later~~~
Lance quickly cleaned up the evidence and left the hospital in a ambulance, with a body in the back of it. Graven was to have a real burial, the last thing he wanted was to be shown on the news as a rich kid with no one to protect him. He would be on the top of the world's hit list.
Quickly, he rushed down the highway. He was going to get to his house alive, god help any drunk driver that gets near him (Lance hated drinkers, alcohol had ruined some of the smartest minds in the world). He glanced threw the mirror to the back of the van. Thats when it happened. Something moved in the back seat.
Lance was becoming way to gullable, it wasn't Groven in the back seat, rather an old friend. Someone he didn't want to see, to say the least, in the back of the car. When Lance saw his face, he hit the brake, stopped 2 miles worth of traffic, and pounced onto Jacob.
"Shit man, calm down" cried Jacob, like a little coward. "We can settle this! I just pulled off Ivan, he's dead man, get the hell off me for bloody sake!".
Lance's brain rushed. Ivan, and dead. Two words he thought he would never hear in the same sentence. He let go of Jacobs collar, which by now, was ripped all the way down his shirt.
"Damnet Lance, I just got this shirt" complained Jacob, more pissed off at his shirt then the appreciation that Lance didn't shoot him right then and there. It's not like Jacob didn't hear about any of the hundreds of crimes that were somehow linked to Lance. All Lance was going to admit was his Lawyers were bloody damn good. Or rather, his money went to good use with the Jury. David Gallanskii (one of the selected jurors) was living it up in Los Angles with 3 wives and a collection of racing cars. To say the least, the police were very annoyed of how he got so much money. The investigator that was looking into Lance was killed in 4 days. Lance's lawyers were so good they got the court to believe that a 4 year old pushed a 41 year old man down a flight of stairs and off a railing, of course, it didn't nearly happen that way.
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