Revenge in the Night

Karl, Sasha, and Serge stood over Bull, who was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with exertion. Bull's eyes blazed with anger as he glared up at Karl.

"You damn traitor," Bull spat, his voice venomous. "If I was in my prime, I would have crushed your skull with my bare hands."

Karl's expression remained impassive. "Shut it," he growled.

He turned to Sasha. "Go delete all the CCTV footage."

Sasha nodded and headed towards the club, shooting the lock off the door to gain entry.

Karl and Serge were left standing over Bull, who continued to taunt Karl.

"You feel so brave attacking a 53-year-old man," Bull sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.

Suddenly, Bull's expression changed, and with a swift movement, he grabbed Serge's legs and tripped him over. Karl caught off guard, tried to reach for his pistol, but Bull was too quick. He tackled Karl, sending him crashing to the ground.

Bull sat on top of Karl, punching him repeatedly in the face. Karl's head snapped back with each blow, his eyes blurring.

Serge scrambled to his feet, his face set in a determined expression. He raised the gun, gripping it tightly, and brought the handle down on Bull's head with a sickening crunch.

Bull's eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward, dazed and disoriented. He was not quite unconscious, but rather in a state of semi-awareness. 

Karl lay beneath him, his face battered and bruised.

Sasha emerged from the club, a look of concern etched on her face. "What happened?" she asked, taking in Karl's bruised face.

Serge stood over Bull's inert form, his chest heaving. "Mr. Bull had some fight left," he said grimly.

Serge's voice was low and urgent. "Karl, do your job before the Govan police arrive."

He handed Karl the gun, the handle facing him. Karl's eyes locked onto Bull, his expression twisted in a mix of anger and sadness.

Karl grabbed the gun, his fingers wrapping tightly around the handle. He aimed the barrel at Bull's head, his hand steady.

"It's time for revenge. Today, they will find peace. " Karl whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Bull's eyes flickered open, a faint smile playing on his lips. "They will not find peace, because a sinner like you is taking their revenge," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Karl's face contorted in rage. He pulled the trigger, and the gun fired with a deafening report. Bull's head jerked back, a bullet hole gaping in his forehead. Blood sprouting out of the hole. 

Karl stood frozen, the gun still clutched in his hand. Bull's body slumped to the ground, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare.

A tear rolled down Karl's cheek as he gazed at Bull's lifeless body. He felt a wave of emotions wash over him - grief, anger, and relief.

Karl sat down beside Bull's body, the gun slipping from his fingers and began to sob. 

Sasha and Serge exchanged a concerned glance. They knew they had to get Karl out of there before the police arrived.

Sasha's voice was urgent. "Karl, you have to go. The Govan police will be here any minute."

Karl slowly got to his feet, his eyes red-rimmed from crying. He stumbled towards the car. 

As Karl started the engine, he turned to Serge and Sasha. "Thank you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I couldn't have done it without you."

With that, Karl put the car in gear and sped off into the night, leaving Bull's lifeless body behind. He headed towards Maryhill, the darkness of the night swallowing him whole.

As Karl sped away into the night, Sasha and Serge remained at the scene. Serge swiftly got into his car, beckoning Sasha to follow. Sasha slid into the passenger seat.

The sirens of the Govan police department pierced the air, growing louder with each passing moment.

Serge floored it, speeding towards Maryhill as the Govan police arrived at the scene.

Chief Andrew Belair, a towering figure of a man, 29 years old, stepped out of his vehicle.

His piercing blue eyes scanned the devastation, his blond hair rustling in the gentle breeze. His lean physique seemed almost wiry as he moved with a sense of urgency.

"Oh my God, it's a disaster," he breathed, his voice low and even.

He ordered his team, instructing them to examine the scene. They fanned out, beginning their meticulous search for clues. Time ticked by. 

Finally, one of the officers approached Chief Belair, his face grim. "Sir, we've found five bodies. And, sir...one of them is Bull Ramsey."

Andrew's eyes widened in shock. Bull Ramsey, the notorious mafia boss, lay dead at his feet. The implications were staggering. Who could have pulled off such a brazen attack?

The police had been searching for Bull for years, and now...now he was gone.

Andrew's gaze fell upon the bullet-riddled car, his mind racing. This was no random attack; it was a coordinated shooting. He turned to his team, his voice firm.

"Gather all the information you can. We'll be holding a press conference tomorrow to address this. I want to know everything about this attack, and I want to know it now."

One of the officers approached Andrew and said, "Aren't you relieved, sir? Bull Ramsey was a menace, a thorn in our side for far too long. Now he's gone. It's a win for us, isn't it?"

Andrew's expression remained resolute, his eyes narrowing as he chose his words carefully.

"Relieved?" he repeated, his tone measured. "I'm not sure that's the right word. What I am is concerned. Concerned that we've lost sight of what it means to uphold the law."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crime scene before returning to the officer.

"We're not judge, jury, and executioner. Our job is to investigate, to gather evidence, and to bring perpetrators to justice. It's the courts that decide guilt and innocence, not us. And it's certainly not our place to mete out punishment, no matter how heinous the crime may be."

The officer looked taken aback by Andrew's words, but the chief continued, his voice unwavering. "We need to investigate this crime, just like we would any other. We need to follow the evidence, wherever it may lead, and let the justice system run its course. Anything less would be a betrayal of the trust that's been placed in us."