He quickly closed the door and fastened the many locks that lined it. There were about five of them, and each was different, call it overkill but he had to be careful. Especially since he was going behind his boss’s back and doing something she probably would not approve of. It didn’t bother his conscience in the least, but it did make him protective of his space, he felt safe in his room, even if he did have to share it with a horny person every so often. His room, a product of his taste, was colored purple and gold. Cushions riddled the floor, and plush fur rugs could be spotted here and there, layered on top of one another under other types of cushion rugs. His tea table in the middle of the room was where he set up station most of the time, or of course served his guests tea. It lay low to the ground and required others to kneel or sit cross-legged. His bed had curtains that enclosed him and his ‘partner’ during sex, and his room was quite windowless. Candles were his main light, but his room did have a light overhead that he used when the mood struck him. And of course the incense box that he had next to his bed stand told him how long each customer had. Officer Stevens had two sticks worth of time.
A quick shower washed away the filth Caramel was covered in, and a towel wrapped his hair up to dry. He started his laptop up quickly, the homepage was a map cite, in which it showed him a map of the city. He had learned to quickly read a map, no use in wondering aimlessly when you are some sort of spirit that no one can see. He combed through his hair, bathrobe still on and kneeled before his tea-table, looking through the local news website. The news had failed to report the organized crime that had gone on these days, but still reported a few straggling loners who were not working for anyone in particular. If you were working under a boss you had leverage, if you were alone then you were just some criminal that the public became easily annoyed with. Vigilantes were always in the news, descriptions of powers and faces were posted for the purpose of hunting them down and throwing them in prison. They were disruptors of the peace according to the law. He sighed as he ran through the blurred pictures and masked faces. He had studied each of the ones listed, and a few that weren’t. The names that the newspaper had given them were catchy, that was the funny part.
He shut the computer down; an hour had passed, three hours until work time, night. Dinner would soon be served and he debated going down to the dinning hall. He decided against it and instead leaned back, falling into a pillow. He’d meditate for a few, and see what was going on, because today was an extremely important day after all. Today was the day it all began. Fate’s wheel was spinning at last, and if he could help it he’s be there to make it spin in the favor of good.
He closed his eyes and flushed his mind of excess thought, drifting into a half sleep until he found himself looked down at his body. Time to go creep about like a creeper then.
All five men nodded yes, “Yah we ah part ah…Viola’s crew yah!” One of them piped up. The rest agreed vigorously. Viola was a Mafia Don, the Italian sect. Flawless had Viola under his thumb.
“Oh, you are?” He laughed his booming laugh, “And here I thought you were a random sort of people, my mistake. I shouldn’t have attacked you.”
The five cronies laughed their own booming laughs, and nodded, getting up and dusting themselves off. “You simply need to show me your tags….you know, your member tags?” They became silent at the face of Flawless’ cold reply. He had them caught; he knew they weren’t working for anyone under his thumb when he did attack them. Only idiots would attack a truck full of soda, thinking it held something else. To their defense, the truck had no logos on it.
A couple of minutes later Flawless exited the alley, flying towards his penthouse to meet up with none other than Viola. He arrived through the open window, his hair windswept and falling into place. His penthouse was bleak, very empty save for his desk and the numerous visual equipments that allowed him to view certain parts of the city. He was wired through to any place that had cameras connected to a network. On his desk were stacks of paper, a computer and a phone. A couple of chairs were set behind the desk for the comfort of his guests. One such person was seated, Viola, with his two bodyguards flanking him, they were not allowed to sit apparently.
“Ah Viola, you know I was just talking about you, some men claimed that they were working for you. Idiots were stealing from a Soda truck.”
“My men will hunt them down for you. That is, if you so wish.” Viola was a complacent man, eager to please and a complete snake. Flawless was aware that he only acted the way he did to ensure his good status, but Flawless didn’t care, so long as his desires were carried out.
“No no, it’s fine, I took care of them. How is business then? Are your men prepared to turn to my cause?” He stood, hands behind his back, watching Viola’s every reaction and expression.
“I have weeded out those who do not see eye to eye with the way my organization is going. And I trust that we will be allowed to continued business until the transition period?” Viola was playing it cool.
“Yes of course, it would be wise for you to wrap it up of course, but yes. I will be contacting the newspaper soon, would you mind having your men bring the their head to me? I have a few requests for him. Oh and there is also someone else I would like to speak to, There is a criminal by the name of Conduit, you dug some dirt on him and told me he needed money for his hospitalized father right? Have your men extended him an offer will you? We could use his talents, and fund his father’s expenses I’m sure.
Flawless smiled and looked out the window, “Almost dinner time isn’t it? Care to join me?”