There was a crash. As Judy was fixing a TV at her shop, her big toolbox falls off of the table. Gary looks towards Judy, and runs over to help pick up the tools.

Gary: “How did this happen?”

Judy: “The TV is on a horror show, scared the hell out of me.”

G: “You call this horror?”

Gary changes the channel to the scariest movie he knows.

G: “This is scary. It gets me every time.”

J: “Ugh. I’m not even gonna look, Gary.”

She turns away from the TV and begins tinkering with a broken set behind the counter, making as much noise as possible to drown out the film.

G: “Haha... Our shift ends in about an hour and a half. It’s 8:17 right now“

He accidentally turns the channel to the news.

G: “Ugh, I hate the news. Anything to get all of that out of my head.”

Gary turns off the TV, cutting off another report about the serial murderers in Miami. The front door of the shop opens, and a bell rings, gathering Gary and Judy’s attention.

J: “Welcome. Do you need anything today?”

Customer:”I, uh… I need a new keyboard.”

Judy points towards a section of the store overladen with keyboards and mice.

J: “Take your pick, hun. We’ve got some of the really fancy ones in stock today.”

G: “Yeah, we got a shipment from IBM.”

The customer picks up a big bulky keyboard, grinning broadly, and standing high happily.

C: “Just what I’m looking for.”

The customer waltzes over to the register and hands him both his debit card, and the keyboard.

G: “Nice pick. I hear that one lasts a real long while.”

C: “My old one’s wire frayed… hopefully this works a bit better. So this’ll be… $24.99?”

G: “Yep. Thank you and have a nice day.”

Gary hands the man a receipt, and the customer walks out of the small shop.

J: “That’s three of those we’ve sold today, huh? Popular model.”

A phone began to blare in the shop’s back room before Gary could reply. A familiar ringtone, one that meant… well, he was going to be busy tonight.

G: “Gotta go help the cause, sorry.”

J: “Go for it. I have to watch that horror show… and I’ll mind the store until the end of the shift. Have fun… doing what you do.”

Gary runs to the back of the shop, and answers the phone.

Phone: “Hello, this is Jerry from the Miami Nights Palace. We’ve had some scum spilled all over our nightclub and it needs to be cleaned. Our place is on████ Street. Double time it!”

G: “Got it.”

Gary walks out of the shop, and gets into his green custom made Winnebago, readying the ignition before driving off onto the open road.

When Gary gets to the nightclub, he notices the bright neon pink lights flashing everywhere, deafening dance music thudding into the street. He looks towards the entrance, and sees two guards in white suits talking to each other.

G: “Vlad, look at that idiot’s car. Why is he driving in the middle of the road?”

Vlad: “You idiot, there are cars parked along the road. Pay attention in driving class next time.”

Gary parks the RV in an alley near by. He gets out of the car, and it smells like burning feces. A woman is sitting down nearby, crying. Gary tries to ignore her, pulling out his two double barrel shotguns and sheathing them within his jacket and picking up his German Shepherd mask. He walks up to the guards, weapons concealed, with his mask in hand.

V: “Timoteo, check him.”

Timoteo: “Sir,” he begins to lower his voice to a whisper, as he mumbles, “Look at his left hand. He’s one of the masked freaks.”

Vlad nodded, face stony, trying not to give anything away.

V: “Sir, step forward.”

Gary walks up to the two guards. When he pulls out his hands, he jumps on the floor, two swift kicks pushing their feet back and tripping them both.

V: “You bastard!”

G: ‘Who’s the bastard?”

Timoteo begins kicking in Gary’s direction rapidly. Gary rolls back, dodging all of the kicks, and he hooks Vlad over with his right foot. Vlad jerks into Timoteo’s kicking-fury, his flailing legs kicking Vlad multiple times in the face.

G: “Tell me! Who’s the bastard?”

V: “You… asshole!”

Timoteo kicks Vlad until his face is bloody, skull giving way with a horrifying crack as his brain erupts.

T: “...Vlad? ...Oh no!”

Gary pulls out his shotgun and smashes Vlad’s face with the gun. He then proceeds to enter Miami Nights Palace. The place is glowing with neon pink lights, and the deafening music coming straight out out of the speakers. The sound is muffled between Gary's mask and Gary.

Gary walks into the nightclub, shotguns in hands, and he is walking down a hallway, up to a point where there is a sign that says 'Bar.' He walks in there, presuming that's where most of the Russians are.

Right after he walks into the bar, Gary notices a group of presumably Russians are sitting at a table, drinking alcohol, and talking.

R1: “Hey! Nicolas. Do you *burp* got another… story?”

Nicolas: “Sure, Timon, you idiot. At least I'm not as drunk as you!”

The group of russians laugh.

Timon: “Shut up, all of *burp* you!”

Gary sneaks up on Timon and and whips one of his shotguns. He proceeds to shoot at Timon, blowing off his arm, him screaming in pain, alerting all of the other drunk mobsters. They all pull out pipes, except Nicolas, in which he pulls out an LMG. All of the pipe mobsters run towards Gary, and Nicolas sprays heavy fire towards Gary. Gary leaps back, blind-firing one of his shotguns, the bullets hitting one of the mobster's pipes, making it fly off to the distance. Nicolas’ bullets thud into the wall just behind him. Gary vaults down below a table nearby and spots a nearby knife on the floor. He picks it up, and throws it at one of the mobsters. The mobster falls over, screaming in agony. He alerts Nicolas.

N: "Two down, repeat, two down! I want you to find that prick, and give me his mask!"

Gary does a quick body check. 3 mobsters left. He jumps out from beneath the table.

Bam! Gary knocks into a mobster, knocking him down to the floor.

Russian: "Ah! Was that you Sergui?

Sergui: "What? Who said my name? Was that you Mikeal?"

Mikeal: "So it's not..."

Mikeal looks down and sees Gary. His expression shows all, he is frightened.

M: "Nicolas! I see him! I see him!"

Gary quickly pulls out one of his shotguns, firing blankly into the man's frightened face. His face crumples, his head obliterated.

N: "Mikeal! Where the hell are you right now? I can't hear with this goddamn music! Sergui, turn it off, I don't want to hear the Beastie Boys! Yes, off now! I..."

Nicolas spots Gary as he recovers from the blast of the powerful double barrel shotgun, and empties the clip of his LMG in the direction of Gary. Thinking quickly, Gary grabs the dead mobster near him as a human shield.

N: "Mike! Oh my... Come out you army freak!"

Gary remains calm, as bullets plunge into the dead body shielding him from danger. He picks up his shotgun, and fires in Sergui's direction. Sergui flies back against a nearby wall, his arm nothing. His shotgun chamber clicks on empty - he’s out of ammo. He desperately looks around for something to kill Nicolas. Any gun. He is looking around for a pistol, SMG, or just a gun in general.

He finds nothing. Gary begins to lose all hope, and looks around more desperate than ever. He looks at Mikeal's belt, and voilà, his eyes clapped onto the automatic pistol Mikael had as a backup weapon. Gary picks it up, and fires towards Nicolas. Bullets trailed a bloody path down his torso as he collapsed to the ground.

N: "Ah! I'm hit! It's gushing out! Someone, I need a doctor!"

Gary walks up to the dying Russian, pistol aimed towards Nicolas's head.

G: "I'm afraid there's no clinic around. Such a shame."

Gary shoots Nicolas in the head, emptying the pistol, then tosses it to the floor. He walks through the door on the other side of the room, humming "The Final Countdown."

Bursting through the door, he takes a step into a small corridor, leading into a heavy steel door, slightly ajar. He edges it open, walks through the door and sees two deceased people, one male, the other female. He sees a very striking in the women's eyes resemblance to the boy he is taking care of, Tim. He looks at the man, seeing a resemblance to Tim, yet again. He searches the women's pockets, and finds a wallet. Gary looks at the leathery wallet, and thinks of how this lady is probably rich. Gary opens the wallet up, and looks at the cash, and reads the name on it.

ID: "Jane Harris. Age: 45"

Gary sets the ID on the floor. He looks more throughout the wallet. He finds more cash, and credit and debit cards. He sets all this stuff on the floor, and sets the wallet down. A wrinkly photo falls out, looking like it has been bent several hundred times. He picks up the photo, and he sees a familiar face. It's Tim. Gary drops the photo, looking at the man and women. They are the same people in the photo. Tim's parents are dead. As Gary figures this out, he is inching out of the room. He begins to run, all the way to his RV, treading over the Russian bodies as he passes. He hops in, hits the pedal with a full blast from his foot, and speeds back to his campsite.

When Gary gets back, he looks at Tim, sitting by the clothesline.

G: "Tim, it's cold out, come sit by the fire."

J: "Hey, Gary, how was it?

G: "One second. Alexia, come sit by the fire!"

Alexia: "One second, I'm finishing homework."

G: "Your homework can wait a second, come on!"

The whole family sits on the logs by the fire.

T: "Wh.. Why... Why can't I sit over there?"

G: "Tim, I have a question. What was your moms name?"

T: "J.. Jane."

Alexia gasps, figuring out where Gary is going with this.

G: "Tim, I'm afraid your parents... Are resting in peace."

Tim starts to cry, and then he runs over to the RV, jumping in and hiding.

A: "What? How do you know?"

G: "ID, and photo in the mom's wallet."

J: "So... We are now his parents, right Gary?"

G: "Yes, I believe so. I love you guys."