- Red -
Tying up his laces, Red grabbed the spiked brass knuckles that resided beside him on the bed. He stuck them in the back pockets of his jeans as he made his way down the hall, and back to the common room. "Hey L, you think it would be a good idea to bring the bat-?" He stopped in the entrance way; L sat with his back facing him- the tactician was speaking to his commanders. Red shut his mouth, trying to hear.
"... treaty is the easy part and I whole heartedly support it. It's what happens afterwords that counts. Let's say a year has passed and we haven't accomplished anything. Do we go back to fighting each other or extend the treaty? What if we liberted a Politia controlled city? Or a country? What if, despite all odds and bounds of logic, all of us take down Richard Grant? What happens then? Unite the gangs together? Kill each other and winner takes over the city, country, possibly the world?"
Red stared. Shit. Aaaand that was why he was the tactician. L was just too smart. Always ahead of everyone else. Red had learned not to question him during his time with the Bullets. Often, L would suggest a target, and the boss would send Red out on "assignment". Sometimes they were people with seemingly no connection at all to the gang's affairs, and yet, a few days later, Red was always glad he got to the fucker first. That was L's skill- preemptive strikes. The strategies that kid came up with.... Dude needed to get himself a girl.
So... Richard Grant huh? And a treaty between the gangs... Red frowned. He didn't like that idea. It meant he would have to deal with controlling his disposition; it had been hard enough to get used to the three personalities that resided with him in the base. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was it was not a good idea. Why should he temper himself for those they had been in constant bloodshed with, from before he had even joined their ranks? He was sure he wasn't the only one who felt this way. Red's hands clenched in his pockets. It was his job to keep them safe... Or at least in one piece. From his point of view, this meeting could very easily turn into a bloodbath. All for what? To bring down that tyrant Richards? Red's devil-may-care attitude, and his stubborn refusal to die, had allowed him to get out of some very sketchy situations in his sad excuse for a life. But even he questioned the sanity of this treaty. Richard Grant's empire was strong... His men were strong... and they had the annoying tendency of traveling in packs.
Red strode over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. He mulled over what L had said, but found it hard to wrap his mind around that future "what if". He didn't do long term. He took his orders and acted immediately. The man took a swig, and set it on the counter; watching L pull out some weapons, and shook his head. He keeps them in the strangest places... I swear I could open any cabinet in here and find a switchblade, or a butterfly knife, or a-
Red cast a glance at the stun grenade and chuckled. It was a sort of merciful kindness. He'd never seen him use it, but Red preferred a more hands-on approach. L usually fitted him with different weapons depending on who he was going up against. However, all three gangs had different styles. Red smirked. That was fine. It was a peaceful "treaty" after all... And he knew how to improvise. Cooler heads had better prevail. Otherwise... Red grinned, remembering the last time Tien had to tackle him. Did they really expect him to work alongside rival gang members? Well... I suppose if they're hot, I won't complain too much... Red finished his water, running a hand down his face as the buzz from the alcohol slowly wore off. He was pretty sure Dark wouldn't let him take a bottle with him.
L spoke again; "Assuming that we don't die during the process. I don't know why lesser gangs are trying to stop the treaty unless maybe they were being payed by someone as an incentive. I'm positive we've already got Richard's attention and we can't go back." That was true. It was strange to see so many new gangs popping up all over the place. I guess that settles it then.
Straightening his jacket, A sly grin crossed Red's face; "Well. We're not getting anywhere just sitting around. Let's crash this party."