Moonlight Warriors: A Tale of Two Hit Men Read Free Page A

to them in our store.  Next time they will kill us!”
    Marcus moved toward the doorway.  “You will never be bothered by those two men again.  And soon the rest of the gang will no longer be a problem.”
    “You are one man,” the wife said.  “Can you defeat an entire gang?”
    “I guess that we will find out soon enough,” Marcus said with a smile.
    “Go do what needs to be done,” the husband said.  “Good luck, and God bless you.”
    Marcus went out the door and headed down the street in the direction that the two men had gone.  He hoped that he could catch them.
    After walking for about a block, he still did not see them.  He began to worry that they had called someone to pick them up.
    I lingered in that store too long talking to that couple, Marcus reprimanded himself.  I allowed those guys to get too much of a lead on me.
    Then, a half-block ahead, he spotted them walking into an alley where a third man was waiting for them.  After conferring briefly with this third man, all three pulled out their cell phones and made calls.
    Bingo!  Marcus thought as he advanced toward the men.
    They were so intent with their phone conversations that they did not notice Marcus until he was about thirty feet from them.
    The man with the broken wrist dropped his cell phone and reached into his jacket and began to pull out a handgun.
    With the swiftness of a classic western gunfighter, Marcus did a quick draw of his own pistol from the shoulder holster concealed beneath his leather jacket.
    As the man started to aim the gun at him, Marcus fired a silenced shot through his forehead.  He fell dead onto the hard pavement of the alley.
    The third man, who had his own gun pulled halfway out of his pocket, froze as Marcus aimed at him.
    “That would be a really bad idea,” Marcus warned.  “Drop the gun and kick it toward me.”
    The man did so, and Marcus picked up the gun and placed it into an inner pocket of his jacket.
    “You killed Scott!” the second man shouted accusingly at Marcus.
    “He didn’t give me much choice, did he?” Marcus said.  “I hope that the two of you make smarter choices than your friend did.”
    “What do you want?” the third man asked.
    “At the moment I want your wallets and your cell phones.  And give me the wallet and cell phone of your dead friend.”  When they hesitated, Marcus aimed his gun at them.  “You know that I will pull the trigger.  Give me those wallets and cell phones now!”
    Realizing that he was not bluffing, the two men quickly complied, handing Marcus their wallets and cell phones.  The third man removed Scott’s wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, picked up the cell phone from the alley pavement, and handed both item to Marcus.
    “I can’t believe this!” the second man exclaimed.  “You are robbing us!”
    “No, I’m not.”  Keeping one eye on the men, Marcus removed the driver’s licenses and some other identification cards from the wallets, then tossed all three wallets back to them.  “I didn’t take any of your money or any credit cards.  I just want to know who the three of you are and where you live.  I want the cell phones because I’m going to use their call logs to help identify the other members of your gang.”
    “Who are you?” the third man asked.
    Marcus could tell that this man was the smartest of the three.  “I am a concerned citizen.”
    “Come on, man.”
    “I am concerned that your gang has been terrorizing this neighborhood.  Your gang has killed four persons in this neighborhood, including a teenage girl who was going to testify against you.  Last week you burned down a laundry and the owner was badly burned.  Justice would be served if I killed both of right here, right now.”
    “We didn’t do anything, man,” the second man insisted.
    “I want the names and addresses of the leaders of your gang.  I want the names and addresses of whoever killed the teenage girl.”
    “What are you going