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"What about these?" Jackson asked the young Asian woman standing beside him, holding up a pair of expensive shoes being sold from a booth on. "I saw a pair that I really liked back near the entrance. They seemed expensive enough to make my friends jealous." The young woman told Jackson, flashing him a bright smile.

Jackson nodded, "Okay, Adrianna. Lead the way." The man said, putting the shoes back where he found them. The two were flanked by several men in suits, most of them Asian, a few of Hispanic or African descent, donning red ties or red dress shirts with their suits. It was clear they had a specific color scheme going on.

Even Jackson and Adrianna got in on it. Jackson wearing a black suit with a red tie, Adrianna in a red dress with a black trenchcoat to shield her from the cold.

Adrianna gestured for the group to follow her, heading off towards the entrance of the promenade. Jackson slowed down in following the woman, putting some distance between himself and her.

He gestured a few of the men with him over, beckoning them to lean close. "My phone keeps buzzing, I told my sister no business, but... I'm curious." The Yakuza boss told his men, "Juan, Lyoto, Serrano, stay close to her. Keep her busy." Jackson ordered.

"You got it." One of the men said, he and the others heading towards Adrianna to play their role in her distraction.

Jackson slipped a hand into his suit jacket, slowly pulling his cellphone out and checking the caller ID. "Restricted, eh?" He asked himself, "Okay, I'll bite." He said, answering the phone and putting it to his ear.

"Hello." Jackson said into the phone, "Who's calling me privately?" He asked, "I ask you to sell Elysium for me out of your teahouse. You refuse me based on some morals you pretend to have. You insult me." The man on the other end of the line said to Jackson. The man's accent was distinctly Russian, but some of his pronunciation indicated that he might been living in the UK for some time.

"Ah, you again? I told you before. I'm not going to peddle your poison to people who aren't like you. I'm not like you, you bigot. We're not negotiating, I'm not apologizing. It's just business, it's not personal." Jackson told the man, shrugging as if the man could see him.

"I feel slighted. It's personal to me. You should get to your sister before she has an accident. That's a threat, chink." The man said, abruptly hanging up on the Yakuza boss.

"Motherfucker." Jackson shot off in a sprint towards where he last saw his sister go, his men quick to following their leader as he pushed through the crowds of people still enjoying their days. He even shoved a few police officers aside, the lawmen now chasing after Jackson as well.

"Adrianna!" He shouted, laying eyes on the young woman as she stood at a booth holding a dress. "What?" She asked, turning to see her brother charging her. "What the hell, Jack?" She asked as the Yakuza capo came to a stop, her eyes finding the police officers and other gangsters in tow.

"What did you do? Who's trying to kill you now?" Adrianna asked, letting out a deep sigh. "We have to go. Something's come up." Jackson said, "Can I least buy my dress?" Adrianna asked her brother, "Yeah, make it quick." Jackson answered, one of the police officers putting a hand on his shoulder.

Jackson's escorts advanced on the cop, the others with him raising their weapons at the group of gangsters. "Hey! Back off!" A police officer ordered, keeping the weapon trained on the men.

"Let's not do this." Jackson said, turning towards the police officers. As he tried to diffuse the situation Adrianna paid for her dress, holding a couple of bills out towards the merchant manning the booth. "Let me get you a bag." The merchant said to her, turning away from her to reach down towards a shelf.

When the man stood back up he turned quickly, a sawed-off shotgun in hand being immediately aimed at Jackson's back. One of Jackson's men spotted the weapon, lunging out to snatch it. A single blast ruptured the peace of the promenade, dropping the Yakuza gangster that had just saved his boss' life.

Without hesitation Jackson turned and grabbed his sister, pulling her far away from the gunman. The other Yakuza drawing their guns and opening fire on the would-be assassin, the police officers doing the same.

Seconds later more shots rang out, innocents dropping like flies as they ran for safety. The now dead assassin didn't come alone. It was a party now.

"Shit! Let's go!" Jackson said, grabbing his sister's wrist to pull her along towards the exit. Jackson drew his own pistol from his suit jacket, a heavily modified Glock-19, using it to fire at any gunmen he could see coming at him and his sister.

"It'll be fine." Jackson told his sister as they hit the street, waving towards a limousine and it's driver. "What the fuck is going on?" The driver asked, getting out of the limo to aid his boss. "Russians." Jackson said, "The fuck do they want?" The driver asked Jackson.

"Does it matter? They're killing people. Our people." Jackson answered, gesturing back towards the gunfire and people fleeing the promenade. "Let's go now." He continued.

It was at that moment a blue sedan crept down the road, assault rifles soon being aimed out of the vehicle's windows. "Get down!" Jackson said, pushing his sister towards a food truck. The gunmen in the sedan opened fire, Jackson dropping to the ground in time to keep himself from getting hit. His driver wasn't so lucky.

In seconds he was riddled with bullets and the car stopped, two gun men climbing out to make sure their target was dead. Jackson rolled along the ground towards the limo, using it to stay hidden from the men who would probably bring his life to an end.

"Deep breaths..." He muttered to himself, inhaling and then exhaling slowly and carefully. Quickly the Afro-Japanese gangster stood, firing off two rounds at one gunmen and then two at the other. Both men were felled by the shots from the handgun, Jackson then turned his sights on the car they arrived in.

He left off shot after shot until he struck the driver dead, the man's foot falling limp and heavy on the gas and sending the car careening into a parked pickup truck.

"Brazil, bitch." Jackson taunted, turning towards the food truck he had his sister hide behind. "Adrianna, we have to go now." He said, the wail of police sirens growing closer. He didn't want to be near the scene of a gun battle and a lot of dead innocents. At least not while his sister was still in harms way.

The Yakuza boss approached the food truck to get to his sister, when he was nearly a foot away several gunshots rang out. They were fired from inside the truck, two striking Jackson in the gut and flooring him.

The back doors to the food truck flew open, a young white man dressed in a nice suit with a red tie and wearing a pair of equally nice glasses stepping out slowly. He began his approach on Jackson, circling the man like a vulture.

"What a death. It's not grand. Not some bullshit sword battle, martial arts fight, or something else like you see in the movies." The assassin said, "I would have preferred to use piano wire and more finesse for this job, but my employer likes it to be grand and violent." He continued, raising his pistol towards Jackson.

The assassin stepped closer to the man, pulling the hammer back on his pistol with a thumb. "Unceremonious, isn't it?" The assassin asked, finger drawing near to the trigger. Before he could finish off the Yakuza boss he found himself, and his head, growing very intimate with a tire iron.

The assassin dropped, Adrianna standing over him with the tire iron. "Favela, bitch." She said, nearly echoing her brother before dropping the tire iron to tend to him. "The police will be here soon, they'll be bringing ambulances." Adrianna told her brother, kneeling down at his side.

"They should have been here by now. Something's wrong." Jackson said, lying down on his back as he succumbed to his wounds. "I'm passing out." He told his sister, closing his eyes for a second.

When he opened them he saw the assassin looming over Adrianna, the tire iron used on him moments before now in hand.

"No! Don't fuckin-..."

Before Jackson could finish speaking the tire iron slammed into his sister's head, sending her skidding into the street beside her brother.

The assassin advanced on the young woman, repeatedly striking her body. "You. Broke. My. Glasses. Bitch!" He said with each hit, stopping only after the Yakuza princess was devoid of life. The wail of sirens and the growing infrequency of gunfire within the promenade prompting the murderer to begin fleeing the scene.

Jackson turned over on his stomach, screaming at the top of his lungs as he wept for his sister. He crawled as best he could, pulling himself inch by inch towards his sister's lifeless form.

He didn't make it far before he passed out, several bullet riddled police vehicles arriving soon after to find the unconscious gangster barely alive.