G-unit | - Eye For An Eye

Silas scrambled for his own weapon, his chair clattering to the floor, but he was too slow. The room erupted in a chaos of flashes and deafening sound. Marcus moved with calculated precision, neutralizing the threats as they appeared, his focus locked solely on the man who had ordered his friend's death.

Marcus turned away from the window and walked over to the heavy wooden table in the center of the room. He pulled out a black duffel bag and unzipped it, the metallic clatter of heavy machinery breaking the silence of the room. He picked up his piece, checking the clip with practiced precision. The weight of it in his hand was comforting, a familiar extension of his own will. He wasn’t acting out of blind rage; this was business, the brutal, uncompromising business of survival and respect. G-unit - Eye for an eye

This is for K-Tone, Marcus said, his voice cutting through the heavy air. Silas scrambled for his own weapon, his chair

He pushed open the door and stepped into the smoke-filled room. The music was loud, the smell of cheap liquor and sweat thick in the air. Silas was sitting at the center table, counting a stack of bills with a smug smile on his face. That smile vanished the moment his eyes met Marcus’s. Marcus turned away from the window and walked

He reached the heavy metal door at the back of the building. Two lookouts were stationed there, smoking cigarettes and laughing, oblivious to the storm approaching them. Marcus didn’t hesitate. He stepped out of the shadows, the element of surprise his greatest weapon. Before they could even drop their cigarettes, Marcus had them handled, moving with a ruthless efficiency that left no room for error.