Justin Agus's Story

Grova Street (Northern sector)
Ferrum-Latus

"Right, let's get this done. Move in, let's take them out. All of them. I don't want anyone left alive," came a shout from the leader of the gang, moving intowards the processing plant that had been cleanly covered up as a meat processing planet, not a drug processing plant which it really was like the police would come and check. He pulled his auto rifle from the back of his bike, glancing around. He moved forwards with the rest of the gang. His bionics made little noise, but it could still be enough. That's if the other gang had members still there.

The gang pushed forwards towards the factory, weapons slung low, watching everything. They kicked down the front door and slowly walked into the factory, the lights turning on. The leader, Graai pushed up towards a large table with plastic bags of a white powder, "Good, they have the stuff here already. Now, where are they?"

There was a sudden flash of light, a shout and rifle fire soon followed. Shots started the bounce off the metal tables, Graai stood up to return fire, a shot killing his left bionic arm. The second leader shouted over towards Graai and a burst of flame shot out of the lower barrel of his weapon, the flamer. The fire alrm quickly went off while the shots were being returned. There was an almighty scream from another member as he fell, a second shot popping his head clean off, leaving the blood gushing out of his neck, the blood that was in the head of the member was all over the floor and the walls. Graai grunted, killing the man who shot at them before pinning another three down, the second leader killing them with fire, "Push up!"


Northern Grova Street
Ferrum-Latus

"Sir, we have a fire down the road, about three miles down, do you want a couple of APCs and cruisers going down just in case? I have a feeling this could be gang after nothing yesterday," sighed the operator, rubbing her left eye before glancing up at her commander. After getting a nod she groaned, getting to her feet and walked off towards the second computer and typed into the computer.

Grola Police Station

"Report from command, there's a possible gang fight going on. We've to go with the APCs too." Shouted out the Station commander before running out towards the APCs, being closely followed by the rest of the fire teams and the APC crews. Once inside the APC, she pulled her shotgun from the rank on the side of the small compartment, "Go! Drive! Now!" She snapped, and the door went up the fire teams and the APCs quickly moving off down the street towards the factory.

Grova Street (Northern Sector) Ferrum-Latus
Toni stood behind a large bin looking down on the intruders from the second floor. A contact from the other side had called to give him heads up, however it had been too late to retrieve all of their product from the main floor. MIkael wasn't going to be too happy about this, but Toni only had a small group of men to work with. Less than ten other men were in the building, all ready to die for their money. They waited for Toni's signal. Guns fully loaded, Toni flicked his lighter and lite the cloth, throwing it behind him for the front man. It was a bomb of sorts, but more to draw attention then blow anything up. That was their signal, following in suit, his second started shooting from the eastern side of the building. Before their leader could resopnd, Toni aimed his .45. The plan was simple, circle around until they lay belly up.
The opposite men returned fire. He couldn't tell if the screams were from his own men, or theirs, as everyone was seperated. Shaking his head, he knew that he couldn't depend on them, he needed to relocate, hearing their leader call the order for to sweep the second floor. Feeling for his clips, he lifted slightly off the floor enough to move positions. He knew this buildings layout perfectly, having placed every piece of metal specifically for this purpose. Continuing around the corner, he squatted behind another bin that would give him perfect view and range of the stairwell top. He didn't trust them to be stupid enough to move forward after his first shot, but getting one would be success at any rate. A clank sounded down the walk way. He looked to find Robert, also ready for fire. Exchanging nods, they both aimed.

Graai had heard them as had flung a grenade up the stairs after they had killed a number of the gang members that stood in his way. He glanced over to Justin and they moved up the stairs slowly, hearing the bang go off followed by a second bang from outside the building. There was shouts from his own men that the police were here, and if one station was here the others would soon follow. As his men opened fire on the police, a larger weapon was heard blowing holes in the metal walls before there was another shout, screaming RPG.

Graai hit the deck along with Justin but they continued up the stairs as there was a whistle of the RPG then an explosion outside the building. He looked over at Justin, whispered something before they both got up and ran for the top of the stairs, the grenade should have at least sent the idiots back or stunned them, either way, they had to take the building. There was more shouting that followed while Justin took shots from the top of the stairs, quickly arming his flamethrower in the process, "Burn in hell!"

The Police had stormed out of the APCs but had taken a lot of losses. An APC was in flames, the crew having bailed out and ran while still on fire. There was a number of Police Sergeants shouting out for the rest of them to attack, firing their own Auto rifles. As they pushed into the building, they were met by both gangs firing at them. A common enemy now, one to slaughter.

Debris and metal flew about the area from the grenade. The bin that Toni had been hiding under pushed back, squeezing him between the wall and it. His companion closed the distance quickly, releasing him from behind the bin. "Come on, come on, they've brought the cops!" Toni's leg was broken. Sturggling to find his balance and swallow the pain, he lifted his gun to point in the general direction of the second floor entrance, emptying his clip. A third guy stood right in front of the elevator that traveled from the floor to the roof. He was pointing down, and across, firing at both police and rivals. The elevator required a key to operate. Seeing his his boss leader, he jumped back into the corner, out of view. Pulling out his radio, he spoke, "We need out! Now!" It was their only hope at this point. With the cops on the others' tail, and them on their own, the product was lost.
Toni fell to the ground, he couldn't hobble and shoot at the same time. This project had been his baby, and they just simply took it from them, came in and snatched it! "Just go!" He shoved at the man who was insisting on him continuing. He took from him his own gun, and the guy understood. Their only hope for retribution was to get out, and Toni was going to see they were able to do just that. He set his .45 down on his lap, and held the automatic rifle with both hands. Unafraid of death, and extremely pissed off, he shot directly at them, sitting in plain view. "Fuck you all!!!" Was barely audible over the shots.


Graai grunted, another shot hitting his bionic leg and he fell to the ground. The police were closing in and Justin wasn't so lucky, another shot hit Justin's chest and he collapsed, firing still as he dropped to his knees, groaning in pain. His bionics started to kick in, struggling to keep the blood within his body while another shot went straight through his head then bounced off the ceiling. Graai shot again, hopefully hitting Toni while his own gang started to force up the stairs, thinking about getting out the access from outside. He screamed in pain as another shot hit him but he pressed forwards towards Toni. Another ember picked him up and took his pistol, firing at Toni point black. They needed to get out of here.

There was already a police bird in the sky, watching everything as another RPG round took out another APC. The sergeants came under picked out firing, killing three out of four within the first few minutes, All the officers continued to press on until the Gang started to fight it's way back, out of the factory towards their bikes across the road.

Toni emptied the automatic. While changing weapons, he caught three bullets in his firing arm. Hissing through his screams, he tried to focus on his men and their escape. He couldn't see them, whether that was because his vision was messed up from the pain or because they were gone, he wasn't sure. Grabbing his shoulder where it hurt the most, he squeezed. This made it hurt more, offering relief when he let go. He looked again, they were gone. Grabbing the pistol with his left, he aimed again. 6 shots was all he had left to protect his life, things didn't look good. "You're going to regret this day!" He yelled directly to Graai, letting go his final shots.

Toni's two remaining men had successfully entered the elevator. There was no telling how much of the building's layout that the police or rival gang knew about, but the roof was out of the question. The elevator hummed down into the basement. With both men standing at the ready, the doors opened slowly. The first looked out, and confirmed that no one was waiting for them. Cautiously, they both darted. The area had a tunnel that led up to ground level one block over. They would come out in a parking garage. The heart of the older of the two thumped so loudly with anticipation, he didn't even notice the blood spurtting from his leg with every beat. "Johnny, your thigh." The younger wanted to stop, "Are you fucking crazy!? Come on!" Johnny ordered. Not until they were towards the end of the tunnel did he stop. With one hand supporting his weight against the wall, Johnny got sick all over his feet. "Check the door, kid." He choked out. The young guy jogged the 20 paces to the exit door, and opened it barely an inch. Closing it back, "It looks clear John, can you make it?" In response he shrugged and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "Well we can't go back the way we came, now can we?!" Silently, yet slowly, they creeped from the exit to the emergency get a way car that had been parked for just such an occasion.

Johnny and Bruce saw the police chasing the hover bikes in one direction, and slowly so as not to draw attention, turned to go the other. By the time, Johnny's pant leg was soaked in blood, "Hurry up and get us the fuck outta here, Bruce. Call Mitch, tell him we were ambushed, and that the little prick he thought was intell isn't good for shit!" Johnny was referring to the three minute heads up they had received regarding the opposing gang. Bruce dialed the number on his cell, and spoke, "Mitch, it's Bruce. Johnny's been shot, we're going to Meg for some repair work, meet us there."

"Alright. I will do then. Meg's place, five minutes." He groaned before hanging up and disappeared from his office to head down to the small house that Meg lived in."

Alexi's place

Graai and the others took off on their hover bikes, speeding down the road towards their hideout. The shot up at the Police bird forcing it to back off and got back to where it was based. They did a one eighty and started firing on the single police car that was chasing them, forcing that to head away. As they slowly moved into the gang house, they were greeted by a woman, Alexi. The woman smiled softly, watching as the bikers headed in but Graai looked at her and smiled softly, "You okay Babe? We forced them out of there."

Alexi was happy to see her men return, though she noted a few missing. "I'm great, now that you've returned!" Anxiously, she circled the hover bike. Though she was a woman, Alexi had a thirst for power like no other. The woman wanted to push the Aces completely back. Today was to be the first inital step towards that goal. Though she had a foothole and safety net with her food and weaponry plants, the other group had come in like a storm and stolen clientele right out from beneath her feet. Whether it was to be by force, or their own submittance, Alexi was determined to gain her control back of the area. "You did, huh? I don't suppose you brought any of their weight back with you, did you?" Alexi not only wanted to take back what was hers, but also everything they considered to be theirs.

"Never got the chance. The police appeared while we were fighting them. I'll go down tomorrow and see what I can find you you." Graai replied, rubbing his eyes, "There was extremely little there, I doubt they were making much there to be honest with you." He groaned, looking about. "We killed a number of them. And that one you wanted dead... Toni? I think he is dead, well. I shot at him along with Justin.

At that moment Justin walked out with an ice cold lager, grinding softly, "Yes. I'm sure we killed him. There's not a chance in hell he'll be starting anything anytime soon or ever. He has to be dead."

Alexi couldn't help but get excited with the thought of Toni dying. "Oh, you guys are the absolute fucking best. I didn't expect the bastard to be on the property, actually. I just wanted to blow the place up and steal their goods. But well, this changes everything!" The gang house appeared to be as any other house: a garage, kitchen, dining room, living room, and three bedrooms. The garage was set up with complete tool sets for the guys to fix and tinker with. In the kitchen they would find simple things such as food, drink, and dishes. The dining area was linked on with the living room, so Alexi had just set it up with different couches, chairs, and end tables. A big entertainment center covered the entire front wall, blocking the bay window. Not a single member of Alexi's group ever used the front door, or even knocked for that matter. Two of the three bedrooms were set up just as such, while the third was Alexi's office.
Making her way through the house, she motioned for Graai and Justin to follow her. Walking in, one would first see the 6 foot albinax python inside her repital aquarium. As everything was digital, she didn't have any filing cabinets or the such, simply a desk and chair, couch, and Silvia, the snake. Behind her desk, however, hung up on the wall was a map of the entire city. Alexi walked to it and pulled out her black marker. "I want it brought to the ground, Garaai. If the police responded to your bust that fast, then we have to bury ourselves in paperwork in order to take the property." She cirecled the block, and made three dashes to the weapon production facility that was close by. "Approximately 300 feet, I'd say."

Graai nodded, "But how are we meant to burn this to the ground if we don't have enough guys to defend the ones who are going it. I8 don't want to lose even more guys to this war. If you want it do you better get recuiting." He snapped before he understood what he had said and blowed his head, gulping. He knew about the whip in her office drawer. He rubbed his forehead before Justin piped up, "I agree with him. We lost at least ten men or more. We can't afford to keep losing them constantly. We've lost over fifty percent in this last year alone. How can you expect this to go on?" He put his hands in his pockets, watching her then the python with a gulp of his own.

Graai watched them before before shutting the door. "We all know what you want done love, but it ain't gonna happen without more people. Hell, the police might know where we are. I honestly don't know. They could be listening to what we are saying, have you though about that?"

"Are you insinuating that I would hire a snitch, Graai!? If you're so concerned about manpower and police, perhaps I should find another to take care of it!" Alexi had indeed considered that she was losing men to this war, but they knew what they were getting into before hand. "Casulities will be had, but maybe my leaders aren't doing their own jobs correctly in training? Have YOU thought about THAT?!" Alexi slammed her marker down on the desk, leaning atop of it with both hands. "Listen, and listen well. Don't under estimate the enemy, but don't let numbers intimidate you either. Simply find more men, how hard can it fucking be?" Reaching inside her shirt, she pulled out a half ounce of Cokay and dropped it on the table. "There's your key to manpower. Find a feen, put a fucking gun in his hand and an ounce of our finest. There's no more details that need to be had than that, you get a group, head them off and if they survive, keep them high and secluded. If they get killed along the way, well that's just more product in our pocket! Why is this so difficult for you to understand? I don't care who or how Graai!" She sat down and held her face with her hand, shaking her head. "Do you want to lose all that we've built? Do you want to just go belly up and hand it all over to them? Our livelihood, our dynasty?" She turned to Justin, "And you? Where the hell would you be if it wasn't for me? Surely I deserve more loyalty and effort from you than this, complaining about casualties when there's a war going on. Come on guys!" Closing her eyes, Alexi took in a long hard breath, trying to calm herself.

"Why the hell don't you find someone else then?! Hm?! I'm trying to run this like a military operation, but you aren't helping me in any way shape or form. I don't want to take a sixteen or seventeen year old and get them on drugs. It hard enough as it is!You don't actually give a flying deep space fuck now, do you?! It's all 'Oh, but the money.' Isn't it?!" He snapped before storming out the room.

Justin glanced at her then to him before sitting down. "Look, it's been a long day for everyone. Why don't you just go fuck him and let me get some sleep, saying you two already do that anyway?" He sighed, standing up and headed out of the office, going to his bedroom to get some rest and some sleep. He needed to think things over and think about what he was doing now. It didn't help when she didn't understand. She wasn't on the frontlines fighting everyone else. Hell, there could even be a raid on one of their places tonight for all they knew. Things were just getting so difficult for everyone now. All the stress, all the fighting with very little sex, drugs and drink. He sat down on his small bed, leaning back as he took his pistol out and took it apart to lean it. He would get one of the cleaners to clean the room tomorrow, it was covered in beer cans, cider bottles and plastic bags. Stuff he didnt want to have the police find.

Factory 512, the following day

Graai swallowed, glancing around as he stepped out the car, pistol in hand while his lighter was in his pocket. Justin was close behind, watching the area with a soft grin. The bodies had been cleaned up and the blood washed away with the rain that came down during the night. Yet, the smell of blood and burnt bodies hung in the air of the factory, Justin having used the flamerthrower yesterday. Looking back on it, Alexi did seem to be happy with the fact that Toni should now be out completely, but he wanted to double check that he had killed him. He would have died from blood loss by now surely. Unless he had bionics that nobody else knew about.

With a slow and proposeful movement, Graai opened the door to the factory stepping in. He covered his face in disgust of the smell, pistol raised just in case. He looked around, noticing there were still a few bags of the white gold, something he would take and give Alexi later.

This day that followed was overshadowed by eerie silence within the area, guilt and anger heavy in the air. Johnny and Bruce pulled up in their vehicle, directly in front of the factory. For over an hour now, they had sat in hiding observing and watching for activity. As the evening approached, Johnny told Bruce to go on, no one would be coming by. "Toni's merely a memory now." Just as Bruce went to turn the ignition and start to close in, Johnny stopped him. "Look!" They didn't see any other vehicle pull up, but sure enough there was Graai walking through the factory's front door, or at least, through the area where the front door had been. "What do we do, J?" Bruce asked. Johnny's wound was still fresh, but properly wrapped and tended to thanks to Meg, who had come along for the ride so as to avoid Mitch and his anger from losing Toni.

Meg swallowed, looking at Johnny then to Bruce, "Do you want me to act like I'm the police or something? Maybe make him think too long? You could kill him then. Just don't hit me if we do that."

Johnny almost laughed, "No, Meg. We've unestimated these fools for far too long already. They knew the area yesterday, all too well. No one else, save us, knew that we were weighing and bagging yesterday." He shared a long glance with Bruce, "Back up and go to the park for a quick exit."

As no one had seen or noticed their exit the day prior, Bruce parked in the exact same spot." Locking the doors, Johnny handed Meg a smaller pistol, assuming she wasn't already armmed with something Mitch gave her. "Take this, and use it when the time comes." Johnny knew she didn't appreciate the violence, but her life would be at stake. As she insisted on following in suit, there wsn't much Johnny could do to convince her otherwise. Together, the three made their way back to the elevator, hoping the quiet hum would go unnoticed. The smell of powder and rubble dust grew stronger the further inside they went. The industrial elevator did not make a sound, save for the opening doors as they arrived on the second floor of what had been their own operation less than 24 hours before. Johnny, with only a slight limp, nodded his head for Meg and Bruce to folow. Johnny's stomach twistd as he passed the spot where he had last seen Toni, but stopped mid-stride. The body was gone, and though the area was trashed from bomb and fire, it's heavy duty structure had mostly held strong. Johnny pushed the wishful thought of Toni being live out of his head, the police must have sent in the coroners for clean up.

Making their way into the office, Johnny explained his thought process, "Meg, you stay here and light the lantern, move about the place, rummage, make noise. Me and Bruce will hide outside, and as soon as one enters, we'll back you up. I only sw Graai, no telling how many he's brought with him, but I wouldn't imagine more than one or two." Both members agreed, and they all took position.

Graai swallowed, starting to slowly back up towards the door, taking a couple of bags with him. He pulled the trigger once towards the far wall and backed out the factory. He glanced around, smoothing down his black jeans and his leather jacket. "Move, get out of here." He whispered towards Justin, whom climbed back into their vehicle and swallowed, waiting for Graai to get in.

Once Graai was in, he put the bags of the white gold down on the floor, reaching into the back of the vehicle, grabbing the RPG that was sat there, fully loaded. "Hold a second." Justin whispered, pointing up to the window on the second floor where a yellow glow was being produced. Graai rubbed his hands on the pistol hold of the weapon, "What now? Alexi wants this job done now so I want it down now. I don't want to get into shit over what we haven't done.

"I know, but still. If we shoot now we might do something worse. Why for a few minutes at least. If the police show up then they can't tell we exploded the factory if they find more bodies on the top floor, now can they?"

Graai swallowed, slowly walking back into the factory, watching everywhere with his pistol raised. He had left the RPG back in the vehicle but continued to look around, trying to find explosives or more white gold. He sniffed, picking up a couple more bags, not watching his back. He glanced around before Justin walked into the factory behind him, "Find anything?"

"No, not yet. There was more powder around here but I can't find it, nor can I find the explosives that were in that corner." He swallowed, pointing over to the far corner. "Maybe it's upstairs?"

"Yeah, possibly. Follow me. I know where that office is." Justin replied with a soft grin, looking back over at the doorway before running up the stairs with Graai just behind. They slowly walked towards the door, weapons out, Graai kicked down the door and shouted as Justin went in and found Meg. He shot her in the leg before turning around at some other noise.

Meg screamed in pain, struggling to breath. This was the first time she had been shot, and by the looks of things, it wouldn't be her last. The bullet had went straight through her tights, splattering blood all over her summery dress and her face.

'Fuck! Johnny thought jumping up immediately after hearing the shot. Through the screams, him and Bruce swiftly stepped up behind the two men, pressing the points of their guns high on their chests, the clicks of their guns sounded loud next to their ears of Graai and Justin. "Drop it," Bruce barked. Johnny looked over to Meg, she'd live, as long as this situation remained within their control. "Drop the fucking gun before I mix your brains with her blood, Graai. Now!" They pressed hard into their shoulder blades. Johnny reached up with his hand to wrap it around Graai's throat and pull him back, emphasizing the severity of the situation.

Meg screamed, panicking as she tried to grab Graai. Graai elbowed Johnny in the groin. He shouted, elbowing him again, "Fuck you!" Justin spun around and shot towards Bruce, expecting a shot back. Graai pulled away from Johnny and spun around before Meg grabbed his leg and pulled from under him, still struggling to breath. The blood loss was getting worse.

Johnny fell against the closest wall with the groin shot, as the pain shot down to his previous injury, reviving it. Bruce caught a bullet in his shooting arm shoulder, reaching up to react, he thought quicker. He took from his right hand the gun, and grabbed it with left. Raising his arm high, he brought it down harder on Justin's head, trying his best to hit Justin's temple area and knock him out. A rogue shot sounded, however, from Bruce not having practice shooting with his left hand enough. Ceiling tiles fell down from the shot, covering Graai and Meg with dust. Johnny caught his breath, and pointed his gun down directly at Graai, also shooting for his right shoulder.

The shot hit successfully, and Graai grunted in pain, his bionics kicking in to stop the blood loss and the pain. He reached for Johnny's weapon with his right hand, pulling it away while Meg slammed at his head as hard as she could. That was when he passed out.

Justin watched him before firing at Bruce again, trying to kill him with one last shot. He needed to get out of here, and fast. It seemed to him like a free for all, everyone shooting everyone else. That was when the police arrived with their APCs and weapons. The pushed into the building shouting out to each other over the gun fire.

"Fucking bitches!" Johnny screamed, kicking past Graai's motionless body and grabbing hold of Meg's arm. Snatching her up and pulling her towards the door he spoke, "Bruce, get it done!" Referring to Justin. Hearing the police enter, Johnny dragged Meg behind him, "We gotta go, now! Come on, Meg, push through it!" He hoped her knowledge of medicine would give her the strength to do so. Johnny knew that he couldn't hold off the police force, he hadn't brought anything extra save the spare clip, loading it in before grabbing Meg. "Get down, and go!" He barked at Meg, standing against the outer wall of the office, and shooting down at the Police to detain them and gain time.

Bruce struggled with Justin, having dropped his gun. Toni came to thought, he had sacrificed himself just yesterday for a similar situation. Would he have to do the same? "If I die, so do you!" He bellowed at the man, leaping on top of him and wrestling him for the weapon. Meg panicked unsure of what to do. Her leg was on fire, stuggling to ease the pain. It wasn't helping that they were still in the same place and nowhere near the hospital.

Justin continued to struggle against Bruce, punching him in the throat time after time. He shouted abuse as he did so, trying top get Graai to wake up. The police moved up the stairs and began firing. Justin groaned, "Stop. Let us deal with them then we can finish this."

Graai groaned as he started to come back around, grabbing his pistol at the sounds of the police and the fight that was going on. He needed help, and a lot of it. It was struggling to stand up and get a shot down towards the police when his Hover Bikers appeared, firing on the police. They had came after he had pressed a button back in the van to get more people down here as he didn't like the look of it.

Bruce took each punch with a gag, trying to relax his shoulders and not struggle against the impact of Justin's arm. Looking at the man as if he was crazy after he requested that they work together. "Yeah? Sure." He let go, and stepped to grab his gun. Graai was coming to, as Bruce made his way to the office door. He coughed, and spit blood everywhere. His tongue was throbbing, no doubt from having bit it while struggeling with Justin. "This isn't finished." He said, before darting after Johnny and Meg. Johnny waved him forward to help Meg, bringing in the rear as he had the most accurate aim after the tussle. Bruce caught up, and took Meg up in arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck, and lifting the weight off of her injured leg. "You didn't happen to grab up the lease papers, did you? It looks like we're going to have to settle this behind glass windows." Bruce noted, walking into the elevator and holding the door for Johnny. Luck was on their side, as the police struggled with Graai's men from the outside rather than the ones who had started it all inside.

Graai and Justin forced their way down and went to their van, disappearing after a couple of minutes, while the rest of the gang did the same.

Alexi's House

Graai groaned, stepping into the house with his hand clamped on his head. He was dizzy, and felt like he was going to pass out again. He slumped down on the sofa, shutting his eyes with a grunt, "Fucking pieces of shit. I hate this job, "I'll happily go back to Graisfrask and work in an office again." He slammed his fist into the sofa, the room spinning as Justin walked in after shutting the door. He mumbled something before heading towards the kitchen for a drink. He knew that Graai would be upset as this had been the first time they had got into something like that. He looked towards the door as he poured a glass of Cybran Standard Vodka, sipping at it. He might just as well get drug now, it wouldn't really matter to anyone.

Alexi walked out from the office, looking at the two men through a straight face, "So. I heard the scanners, they were there too, huh?" She crossed her arms and leaned against the hall wall. True, they hadn't accomplished what she asked them to, but they also appeared to have taken fire. "How hurt are you?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

"He was out cold during most of the fight." Justin sighed, walking through with the large glass of vodka, a bit too much for his bionics, "And well, things couldn't be much worse. But I can't remember who, but we shot that Mitch's bitch. Fucking whore." Graai groaned again, not saying a word.

"You got Meg?" Alexi wasn't sure how to react to that. The two women had met before, and though her boyfriend was a douche, Meg, surprisingly enough, seemed to be positioned on neutral ground. "Hmm." She thought allowed, "I've got to re-think all of this. We didn't get the building, and we haven't taken away any of their clientele. Instead, we've pissed him off with a death, and now a strike probably too close to home." She rubbed her face into both her hands, "I'm not even sure why or what I'm doing anymore." This was entirely out of character for Alexi. Something didn't settle well within her about Meg being caught in crossfire, whether it was the influence of the soft, or even perhaps she forming a conscience, either way, Alexi was acting strange.

"I don't know if we killed her. All I remember was her being shot in the leg. I honestly don't know. What's wrong with you? Hm?" Justin sighed, sipping at his vodka again then down at Graai. "You best get up to bed buddy, get some sleep. It'll help you." He tried looking at Alexi then back at Graai, swirling his vodka.

"I'll just got to sleep here. Just for a few days. That's all I need." Graai groaned, shutting his eyes again with a hand supporting his head on the sofa.

"Well besides the obvious and being disappointed in the failure here, nothing's wrong with me!" Alexi snapped, "You don't seem to be bothered enough by recent events, Justin! What's wrong with you!?" Shaking her head, she walked to the dining area and opened the liquor bottle that sat atop a silver tray with two shot glasses. This tray was Alexi's only, everyone knew and understood to leave all of it's contents be, save for Graai. She lifted the lid to the glass container, and poured the brandy. "Get some rest, then. I'm going to deal with this on my own." She said before lifting the glass to her lips.

Justin sighed and headed upstairs, clearly pissed off at Alexi and how she commanded everything. He sat down on his bed upstairs, picking up his phone. His ex was Meg, so he had everything to want her dead, especially after the way she treated him after the break up. He was tempted to call her and say sorry, but it didn't help she was going out with Mitch now. That would never help anything. With a large groan, he sent his family on Casgrax III a short simple text asking if everything was okay and if they would want to see him during the summer. It was normally a no because of what happened in the past, but nothing could stop him from trying to be nice.