Knock Knock

There was a knock at Damiens door and he rose to answer it. Opening the door, he found no one standing there. Looking down he saw a large manilla envelope. He bent down picking it up, as he headed back inside. Opening it a letter fell into his hands, and a dvd. He placed it in his laptops disk player and turned it on. The image of his now deceased pregnant wife, on her knees begging for her life, flashed before his eyes. Two shots rang out and his wife fell over, the image then faded away and came up on an image of his sister, which brought Damien to knock his laptop off the table. It crashed to the floor and he looked at the letter in his hand.

"Renegade,
You really must be missing your dead wife right about now. What with the holidays and all? How old would your precious child be now? Oh that's right, he would be about two years old now. After we killed your wife, we cut him out of her belly and fed him to our dogs. We can't wait to pay a visit to your sister. We are just waiting for her little biker man to leave, and then she is next. Unless you meet our demands. Meet us at the abandoned warehouse, 1432 Waterway Plaza. I think you know we mean it. Come alone or I give the go ahead.

- Catalyst."

Damien crumbled the letter in his hands, growling something inaudible under his breath. There was no way he was going to let something happen to his sister. He wouldn't lose another loved one because of these idiots. He had a match against John Raide, poor guy was going to get beat down and it wasn't even his fault. Anger grew within him, nothing could help what was going to happen now. Damien had a job to do, and very little time to do it. He would need a few things, things that would ensure his sister was kept safe. Damien went to the chest at the foot of his bed. He pulled out a large pump action shot gun, some grenades, and a block of white substance, that largely resembled C4. The scene faded out.