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Floyd Lawton is on the run.

On the planet Likimus 13, everyone knows that the Orange gang run things. Every racket, every shakedown, every robbery can be traced back to these intergalactic gangsters. And EVERYONE knows that if you cross their boss, Larfleeze...you're as good as dead.

Maybe that's why Floyd had decided to break into the boss's penthouse suite and steal the rarest gun in the universe...just to take the smarmy bastards down a peg or two. They don't deserve a weapon of this caliber. They call it "The Destroyer"...it's ability to disintegrate matter especially helpful when one needs to dispose of evidence.

Of course, he should have been more careful. And he probably shouldn't have left a "calling card" on the wall when he left.

But what the hell, you only live once, right?

"He's over there! He's heading to the rooftop!"

The Orange gangsters..."Agents" of Larfleezes, chased him up the stairs of the decrepit building at a breakneck pace. Once he got up to the roof, they figured he'd be pinned. Trapped. They didn't realize that Floyd had planned ahead...

Lawton smiled as the first of Larfleeze's agents stepped through the doorway. He may be impulsive, but he wasn't stupid. He couldn't say the same for the Agents of 'Fleeze, however, who had unknowingly wandered right into his trap. As the door to the roof open, Floyd's thumb pressed the detonator, and the walls surrounding them collapsed inward on them. Seconds later, the floor did the same, sending them and the debris atop them down the staircase of the decrepit building. Explosives weren't usually Floyd's style, but he liked to mix it up once in a while. He put away the detonator and drew his new toy, The Destroyer. He wasn't giving this baby up without a fight. Larfleeze had had it it a glass case, surrounded by all sorts of security, like it was some sort or trophy. It was a gun, thought Floyd. You used it to shoot people. He readied it, preparing to do just that as the dust settled, and he looked upon the incredulous faces of the Agents bringing up the rear.

"You want it? Come get it," Lawton sneered eagerly, wanting to try this new party favor out.

The Agents, knowing their fate if they failed Larfleeze, drew their weapons, hopping over the hole that had enveloped their cohorts. Floyd trained The Destroyer, set on it's lowest setting, on the first one and pressed his finger on the trigger. A beam of energy fired out, instantaneously hitting its target in the chest before an explosion of alien body parts showered the rooftop, Floyd, the second agent and the street below. Lawton smiled, looking on the fearful face of the second agent.

"Hell of a kick, eh?"

The second Agent turned around, fleeing. Floyd calmly adjusted the setting on the Destroyer to it's highest and fired at the agent, disintegrating him upon impact. Floyd whistled, clearly impressed with the weapon's capabilities. He wasted no time slinging it over his shoulder, knowing more of Larfleeze's agents wouldn't be far behind. He hopped off the roof, swinging off of a hanging billboard and onto a fire escape. He descended down the fire escape until reaching the alley below.

Floyd slunk into the shadows, hiding behind a dumpster as he heard the sirens. As bad as it would be if Larfleeze found him, he'd almost prefer that to the police. He had several outstanding warrants, and would surely face life in prison, if not a death sentence. He'd take death over life imprisonment, and he'd even prefer Larfleeze's drawn out torture to the drawn out torture of the legal system. As the floodlights passed, he slid into an open door, entering the abandoned, derelict building across from the one he had just dropped from. He lit up a death stick, and activated his comm device.

"What do you want, Lawton?" growled the voice from the device. "We're supposed to be incommunicado. Next score's not for a few weeks."

"I got trouble, Blake. I took a detour to Likimus 13," whispered Lawton in response.

"Oh, ********. Tell me you didn't go after The Destroyer."

"'Fraid so, buddy. You think Savage can get me out?"

"I don't have a damn clue where Scandal is, Lawton. I don't know where any of the others are. That's the point of 'incommunicado.'"

"How fast can you get here? The Orange Gang is on my a**, and when I tried to get them offa it, the police joined 'em."

"Waller's unit?"

"Waller's unit. After our last meeting, I'm not exactly eager to run into Detective Flag."

The voice on the other end of the unit paused as Floyd took a drag from his death stick.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do. Hold the fort as long as you can. We'll be in touch."

Floyd switched his Comm unit off. He trusted Blake, but had no idea how long he'd be. He smirked. Let 'em come. He may only be one man, but he was one man with one badass gun, and the skills to wield it. He leaned against a crate, and continued puffing on his death stick, hand firmly on the trigger of his new gun.