BROOKLEN BORNE

They jumped out the car wearing all black and ran across the street; onto the property, as if they were S.W.A.T..  Preacher paused for a second and shot the lens out of two surveillance cameras; one on the north east and one on the north west side of the house.  While Shaneen did the same to the south east and south west section of the house.  All four paused in some bushes at the back of the house to see if they would be met with any resistance; there was none. Preacher leading the way to the rear of the house, stopped dead in his tracks, causing Shaneen to trip over his foot and fall forward onto the ground.  Three doberman Pinchers, showing all their teeth; just inches away from Shaneen face.  "Oh shit!"  Shaneen thought to her self, without moving a muscle.   Thump...thump...thump, the Dobermans lay dead, where they stood.  Frank jumped over Shaneen, running towards the back of the house.  Tre in tow said,  "Let's go!"  Preacher and Shaneen looked at each other, before getting up and running to catch up with Frank and Tre.

The determined four went through the house checking every room with military precision.  Each one whispering 'clear' as they secured a portion of the house.  There was one last room to check.  Just as Shaneen was about to open the door, she heard loud moaning coming from inside the room.  She paused for a second and signaled for the rest to come over.  They all listened for a second; before Frank kicked the door open.  The loud noise of the door, being kicked opened, didn't faze Ronnie nor his girls.  The odor of sex filled the room.  One female was on top of Ronnie, still riding him; like a cowboy at a rodeo.  Two others were involved in a lesbian act, while the fourth, was doing a line of coke.  The chick that was doing the cocaine, said to Frank, with much attitude,

"What the hell?"  and before she could finish her sentence, Frank put a bullet in her head.  Simultaneously Shaneen, Tre, and Preacher, took out the remaing three females. 

"Mutha Fucker! Are You Crazy?  I was about to shoot my load."  Ronnie said, coked up and still lying in the bed with a hard on.  He then looks over at Shaneen and said,  "Come here and finish up what that other bitch was doing; before ya'll put her ass to sleep."  Shaneen grabbed a bottle of cologne off the nearby dresser and slung it at Ronnie; hitting him in the penis; at full force, causing Ronnie to fold up in the fetal position, in pain.

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