True Kill Quotes

The True Kill
Brian Riviera was sitting at his desk, feet propped up on the table, taking long, slow sips of his coffee. As a now four year police detective, he was treated with respect. Along with that respect came the horrible burden of paperwork, which he was having to fill out during overtime at 10:30 on a Friday night. He had locked up hundreds of thugs and hoodlums in the central Atlanta area. Having made that many enemies he feared for the safety of his wife, two kids, and the rest of his family.
There was one man that Brian feared more than anyone in the whole world, Mason Rickton. In Brian’s second year as a detective, Brian shot and killed Mason Rickton’s brother while working on a bomb case. All of Mason's followers call him scorpio. They call him this because whenever he kills someone he takes his “scorpion dagger”, cuts a small hole in their neck, and slowly injects scorpion venom into the hole.
After finally finishing the paperwork, Brian walked to his apartment building on 4th street. Exhausted, Brian walked through the sliding glass doors of his apartment building and scurried towards the elevator,

longing for a peaceful night of sleep. Once he arrived on his floor, he came upon his apartment door, suspiciously noticing that the door was cracked open. Brian slowly pulled out his gun and cautiously opened the door. Lamps were broken, books scattered across the floor, drawers pulled out of their sockets, and worst of all there was no sight of his wife or children.
After calling his fellow police to help out and investigate the incident, it felt like Brian’s apartment complex had more cops in it than a cocaine factory in Colombia after a giant drug bust. His work partner, Zack Paul, crouched near large boot prints that he had found in Brian’s white shag carpet likely made by the criminal.
After analyzing the footprint, Brian was walking into his bedroom, flashing his black light back and forth, and noticed a small blotch of blood on a broken lamp. He called Zack to come take a look. Zack carefully analyzed the broken lamp for about five minutes. And then proposed a theory that the criminal walked into Brian's bedroom (Brian’s wife still asleep) and knocked out his wife with the lamp. Brian had a strong feeling that this kidnapping was the work of Mason Rickton.
The TV was still on; the news was on. The news showed Richard Armitage as he said, “The war we are fighting today against terrorism is a multi-faceted fight. We have to use every tool in our toolkit to wage this war - diplomacy, finance, intelligence, law enforcement, and of course, military power - and we are developing new tools as we go along.”
This speech gave Brian a great idea about how to rescue his wife and children.

Brian had a few old friends who had served almost seven years in the military. These people had access and knowledge of Mason and his followers. Brian quickly pulled out his phone and dialed one person’s phone number after the other… They were in.
The next day, Brian met up with his old friends Mark Phillips, Andrew Bell, and Dmitri Vaden at a local Starbuck’s. Brian told his friends all of the details, Andrew pulled out his computer and slowly typed M-a-s-o-n R-i-c-k-t-o-n, then he clicked “Search”. Andrew’s computer pulled up hundreds of reports on Mason Rickton. He clicked the first website. The website said that one of Mason’s followers lives in East Atlanta. Brian wrote down the address, then jetted outside to get in his car. Andrew, Mark, and Dmitri followed behind

him.
Once they got to the follower’s house, Brian slammed his fist on the door and yelled, “Atlanta police, we’re coming in!”. He barged through the door, waving his gun left to right cautiously. From behind a couch the follower popped out with a small black spray Uzie. Brian, Mark, Andrew, and Dmitri were shocked to see and hear bullets flying by their heads. Dmitri and Brian dove behind a wooden table and swiftly flipped it over. Andrew and Mark ended up fleeing out the door and blind firing their guns all over the room. Brian stood up and took three quick, brief shots. One of those shots ended up hitting the follower in the arm, with which he was holding the gun. One of the other shots hit him in the leg. The follower fell to the ground in pain and agony, blood pouring out of his limp body.
After arresting the follower, they found out that his name was Johnson McFalica and that he had knowledge of Mason’s stayings. Johnson also knew where they were keeping his wife and children.
That night, Brian stopped by the local bar and had a couple cups of his old friend Jack. He took a cab home that night and sat on the ragged torn sheets of his bed and said one brief, but powerful prayer, “Dear Lord, please keep my poor wife and children safe in these troubled times, and Lord please let me find them and bring them home safely… Amen.”
The next day Brian and his friends drove to a small town called Madison, Ga which apparently was where his family was being held captive. Mason was staying at a small hotel in the town square called the “James Madison Inn”.
The group stopped and checked into the “James Madison Inn”, and got a four bedroom suite on the third floor. Each person laid out their equipment on their bed. They were going to discuss a plan after everyone was ready. Brian had brought an old sawed off shotgun, that his father had left to him after his death. He had also brought his 30odd6 rifle in hope to kick some ass.
They met up in the living room and discussed a plan to get Brian’s wife and children back, and finally lock up Mason for good. Dmitri was sitting on the couch smoking a Cuban cigar and holding a 1988 Tommy gun. Brian and the guys talked about what they were going to do for about 30 minutes.
Mark went down to the lobby and found out which room Mason was staying in. Andrew put a small video camera on Brian’s jacket so he could see what was going on from his computer. Brian and Dmitri would be the ones going into Mason’s room. They grabbed their guns and started heading to Mason’s room.
Brian shot the lock with his sawed off shotgun, ran, and ducked behind a couch and started shooting. Dmitri quickly ran and ducked behind the couch. There were four guards in the living room of the apartment. Dmitri jumped up and shot at two of the men. He hit one of them in the hip, and the other one in the chest. They fell to the ground, yelping in pain while the other two retreated into the kitchen. Brian, with his 30odd6, looked down his scope and shot one of the guards ducking behind the kitchen bar in the neck. Dmitri snuck up behind the other guard and choked him out.
Dmitri and Brian ran to the master bedroom, and kicked open the door. Brian saw his wife and kids tied up on the floor. Mason quickly lifted up Brian’s wife and put a Glock model 47 up to her head. Brian yelled, “Noooo Stop!”. Mason let out a small snicker. Brian sat his rifle on the ground, and put his hands in the air. Then Mason snorted at Dmitri, “You too!”. Brian gave a small nod to Dmitri. Dmitri tossed his gun on the floor and put his hands up. Mason threw down Brian’s wife, and said, “Haha… Not so tough without your gun are you, Brian.”. He tossed his glock on the bed and sat down, still snickering. Brian was feeling his back and he noticed that he still had his pistol in his back holster. He grabbed it as fast as he could and put five bullets into Mason. Dmitri swiftly untied Brian’s wife and kids.
After that, Brian and his wife lived a normal, happy life. Even to this day, while Brian has grown old of age, he still treasures that pistol.