I took care of business. I avenged O'Malley.
Each armored vehicle is fully equipped with military grade weaponry. I first used the RPG to let my presence be felt. After blowing up most of the front of the crackhouse, I then grabbed my belt fed BAR. A couple of plainclothes narcs, who were probably conducting surveillance on the place, ordered me to drop my weapon. I pointed the BAR at them and told them that this was armored courier business, and that they should get back to their cars and leave this to the professionals.
I then lit the crackhouse up, after I ran out of ammo for the BAR I grabbed my tried and true remington 870, along with my .500 S&W at my hip and a few hand grenades, and entered the battlefront. I proceeded to shoot at anything that moved. The house was full of addicts and most shoplifted to feed their habit, shoplifting is a crime I cannot abide by.
As I made my way through the house, racking up an impressive body count, I finally found the dirtbag I sought. I drew my pistol and put a bullet through each knee cap and dragged him out onto the street. Retrieving a bottle of Jack Daniels from my car, I took a swig before dumping the remainder on him. Lighting a cigar, I took a few puffs before tossing the lit match on him. The degenerate went up like a ford pinto.
Going home, I felt a sense of emptiness. Unsure what to do with my life, my phone rang, it was the mall. Since my dismissal the murder rate went up 700% and the rape rate went up 800%. They needed me, they needed the Wild Dog, and they were going to get him.