Vigilante Diaries Page #2

from the Armenian mob.

It all started seven months ago

with a documentary I was making.

Okay, here's (he backstory,

so pay attention.

That's The Vigilante,

the big dude.

The big dude right there

mowing down bad guys and sh*t.

You met him as a Special Forces

in the prologue.

Not anymore.

Now he is running the streets

and taking out f***in' drug dealers,

gangs, you name it.

He has a sidekick, too.

They call him The Kid.

Look, I got to tag along

and document some missions,

throw it up on the Web,

and that's what made this guy

Internet famous.

This last video

was at a heroin lab

where they were using

little kids as drug mules.

Can you believe that sh*t'?

It was f***ed up.

So Vigilante was capping dudes

left and right.

Then he sent me and The Kid

to hang back

at his safe house

while he cleaned up the mess,

but this was

no ordinary safe house.

Oh, no, It had chicks,

titties, and it had Jade,

his numero uno lady.

She was like the Alfred

to his Batcave,

and they were this crazy,

badass couple.

She ran sh*t, but I should

have been watching out for Red.

That's right. This little hot chick

that worked for Jade.

I was blinded by that ass.

After that, we went back to

the heroin spot

to pick up The Vigilante,

but it was still crawling

with bad guys and sh*t,

and he was after these guys

something fierce.

The Armenian mob and him

had beef like a motherf***er,

and sh*t was about

to hit the fan.

F***.

(GROANS)

Sh*t.

(GUNS COCKING)

(SPEAKING ARMENIAN)

Don't move!

- Get your hands up!

- Don't f***in' move!

Mike:

Then it all made sense.

They wanted him there

to get his ass out in the open.

It was a setup.

No one's seen or heard

from The Vigilante since.

After all that that,

he was just gone, just like that.

When The Kid and I came back to find

the safe-house girls dead, we knew it.

We knew it was a setup.

- (TABLET VIBRATING)

- Oh, sh*t, it's Jade right here.

This network secure?

MIKE:
Look, they might be able

to hack into my porn,

but other than that, we're good.

- Good.

- You feeling okay?

- I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- I said I'm fine.

- You don't look so hot, all right'?

I mean, you're still hot.

I'd bang the sh*t out of you...

- Mike, shut up! Listen to me.

- Okay, what?

Intel over

the Mexican cartel feeds

have them holding an American captive

for the Armenian mob.

- Could be him.

- Sh*t!

Yeah.

No other reason why the Armenians

and Mexicans

could be working together.

The Kardashians could be

having a quinceaera.

I know a guy that can help.

- You know a guy?

- Yeah, I know a guy, all right?

Gay Barry.

He got me out of a few jams in L.A.

That's what he does.

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