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Lance Baine

"Don't start a war when you know you can't win."

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a character in “Blood, Sweat, & Tears”, as played by Kaname_Takashi

Description

Lance Reynolds
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GENERAL INFO
Nicknames: Only goes by Lance.
Gender: Male
Race: Half African-American, Half French
Birth Date: August 16
Age: 42
Sexuality: Heterosexual





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Height: 6'5"
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:
  • Scars: Lance has a long jagged scar that runs over the length of his left palm as well as a scar from a bullet that passed through his left calf.
  • Tattoos: Both of his arms have sleeve tattoos. His right arm takes a more tribal appearance, while the left is dedicated to his mother and has a more nature inspired appearance.
  • Piercings: Right ear and that's it.

Lance is a tall and very built man of mixed ethnicity. His skin is a tanned coloring while his eyes are a warm brown that make it easier for others to trust him. His face always possesses a well groomed beard while his hair is either buzzed close to the scalp or has been completely shaved off. His body is strong and toned, his muscles quite evident on his figure. The way he dressed varies depending on the situation and he is able to pull off both casual and very corporate styles of clothing.




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Lance is a very charismatic man. Women love him, men have a strong sense of trust when they do business with him, and he himself holds a strong belief in trust. He will uphold every bargain he makes and he takes care of his responsibilities. While he may sound like quite the upstanding guy, Lance has taken many lives over the years, mostly from people who he's viewed as betraying him. Most people know not to cross Lance Baine and he doesn't hide that fact from anyone. When he needs to be he is a ruthless man with a taste for vengeance and blood.

Driving: A Saleen S7 Twin Turbo
Weaponry: Lance knows how to fire a variety or firearms because his philosophy is 'You need to know how to use it, before you can sell it'. He is also proficient in hand-to-hand, though he tries to make sure that people don't get a chance to be that close to him to test his skills.
Alliance: Red Eclipse
Role: Arms Dealer

For years Lance has been selling weapons to both the Red Eclipse and the Sons of Saints gangs in Detroit. Unfortunately, with the arrival of a Luka Revonds, the Saints have taken their business elsewhere which does not make Lance happy.




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Relationship Status: A lot of different women and a lot of different kinds of relationships.
Family: Mother: deceased; Father: alive; Ex-girlfriend and a son: both alive. None of his family lives in Detroit.
Known Languages: English and French

Forty-two years ago Lance was born to an African-American mother and a French immigrant father in Boston, Massachusetts. It was a strange experience growing up, he was the only biracial kid that he knew and grew up in a predominately white neighborhood. His parents were loving, though his father nursed quite the habit for downing bottles of whiskey and brandy like it was water. He went off to college at eighteen and essentially fell into the wrong crowd, though this instance in his life would change everything he knew.

Instead of studying Lance got into dealing drugs, it brought in good money and gave him numerous connections. When he was twenty-one he went to jail for the dealing and while he was serving his sentence in prison his mother passed away. Still in prison, he met a man who went by the name of Speedy and his horizons were broadened to a whole new area of money making: the illegal arms trade. Lance left prison with Speedy's directions and over the next twenty years he created his own network of arms trade that spanned the globe.

Deciding to do something more domestic, Lance settled himself in Detroit so his son could come and visit him freely about five years prior to the current time. His empire was being run by a trusted second in command while Lance got in cozy with the top local gangs in the city: the Sons of Saints and the Red Eclipse. Both gangs agreed to purchase their weapons from his establishments, but with the arrival of Luka Revonds the Sons of Saints have turned their back on it. Lance is extremely unhappy about loosing a lucrative deal and is quite intent on destroying both Luka's business and the Sons of Saints for going back on their deal.

So begins...

Lance Baine's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Anzhela Character Portrait: Jacqueline DeMarco Character Portrait: Luka Revonds Character Portrait: Lance Baine Character Portrait: Daniel Vladislav Character Portrait: Cameron Bellview
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Thump.

Thump.

Thump.


Veins hummed to the throbbing bass as the heavy pounding of the live band's drums rattled the bones of the sweaty, drunken mass. The lead singer clutched the mic stand, the dragon curled around his bicep rippling as he gripped the metal tighter, tighter. "I can promise you," he cooed into the microphone. "I will treat you well, my sweet angel."

The closely knit bodies stumbled backwards as death strolled through them, her pace unruffled like her swaying waterfall of glossy dark hair. Skinny jeans clung to a pair of long, willowy legs, tucked into a pair of boots on needle points - there was nothing better than a pair of iron stilettos to bury into skulls like a knife through soft butter. The crimson lights of Club Red caught the sharp glare of a belly ring on a flat, rock hard stomach.

Eyes the colour of ice remained unmoving, fixed on a point in the distance. Had the people of Detroit not known better, they would've thought she was oblivious to the events around her but they knew she was always watching, her wrist ready to flick a knife through the space between their ribcages at any moment.




"If any of you die, don't expect the rest of us to pick up the pieces of your pathetic, worthlessly talentless corpse," Angel said monotonously, slipping the bullets into the magazine of her FN Five-SeveN with the ease of a living person getting their heart to beat. "You can get the fuck up and clear away your own disintegrated car and find your own detached limbs." There was a soft click as she slapped the magazine into place with the heel of her palm.

"If you lose," she said, lifting her cold gaze to meet those around her for the first time. "Don't come back."

"And Camshaft," she began, tossing a particularly venomous gaze at the computer genius, if her gaze could be more scathing than it always was. "Don't. Talk." The speakers in their cars were useful for communicating relevant information but not so much for Cameron's endless yapping.

He was funny, or so she'd heard, and apparently, many people found him rather charming. Fine, then let them listen to his riveting comments. There was only so much blablabla one could listen to when one was busy driving cars off of buildings. Cameron Bellview was intelligent beyond belief, she would give him that, but it seemed he'd put all his stats into technical efficiency and left none for social survival. It was shocking, the amount of pervertedness and annoyance that could fit into such a small body. She was almost impressed.

"Abnormally large man," she stated, turning her stoic gaze to Lance Baine. "Find out what weapons they use and whatever they have," she said. "Get better." Angel was skeptical of Baine - more so than she was of everyone that was more dangerous than cotton floss, anyway - as he'd been the dealer for their rival gang. He appeared to despise not only the Sons of Saints but Luka Revonds - then again, who didn't despise the guy? He was a sleaze and he looked like Barbie Ken - but appearances were deceiving.

He often reminded her of Luka, as they were both promiscuous and over-confident but at least Baine had body hair.

"Lee... You know what to do," she said simply. Lee Jung Won was about the only tolerable living thing besides sea anemones and the leader of Red Eclipse, also known as God. He was quiet and content with dissolving into the shadows. He could be sleeping in her closet and she probably wouldn't notice. He stayed out of the way and knew a closed mouth gathered no foot.

Besides being incredibly efficient and quick in his work, he was also incredibly skilled in gathering information by slipping around unnoticed. People felt free to discuss their darkest secrets around him, so much so that she half suspected they thought he didn't speak English. He was as inconspicuous and as annoying as a lamp. Perfect.

Angel slid easily into her Koenigsegg Agera R, also lovingly named Mike. The engine roared to life and her car flew out of Heaven.

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"Watch my back," Danny said, patting Luka on the shoulder. The arms dealer flashed his leader a lopsided smile, his straight teeth gleaming so brightly, one might be blinded if they stared too long. He raised a dark brow and dropped his gaze to Daniel's backside, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly or suggestively, it was hard to tell.

"Don't mind if I do."

Luka flicked his gaze over to Sayuri, a Japanese Goddess he would soon bed. After all, he was irresistible and seeing as they were both impossibly good looking, meant for each other. He watched the lollipop disappear into her mouth, his eyes fixed on the way her lips formed a pout around the candy. He watched as she replaced the sweet with a cigarette and stared even harder as the smoke poured from her parted lips. With a mouth and hands that skilled, he could only imagine what she could do outside of her job. Thank God he worked with her. If it weren't for God - Red Eclipse's mysterious, unknown leader - there would be no Red Eclipse and without their rival gang, no Sons of Saints, no job and no Sayuri every night and day.

"Cigarettes and candy, huh?" he breathed, his face level with Sayuri's due to his tall frame and his lips inches from hers. "Wonder how that tastes." Cigarettes, candy and Sayuri, he thought, a smirk lifting a corner of his lips. Nothing could get better than sugar coated sexy women with drugs.

Another impossibly sexy woman was, of course, Jack. He'd had a little less luck with that one. Then again, he hadn't really tried. Yet. He would be her new project. Luka let his gaze graze over Jack's figure, trying to pick out the shades of colour in her hair today. Being the newest addition to the Sons of Saints, he didn't quite know as much about each member as he should. He knew she'd been in some sort of car accident but he'd never seen her drive, much less race but he'd heard she'd been good.

Luka shrugged his curiosity away - he wasn't one to pry and honestly, he didn't care about others if it didn't involve how good they were in bed - and headed for his "little" weapons room where he stored the weapons for the week. You could never be predictable and so he mixed it up every week. He pulled out his latest honeys, rifles, machine guns, pistols, bombs, spikes, katanas - you never knew when you would have to duel with a Samurai, one had to be prepared - whips... Oh, nope, that was for his own private use.

"I know you're not a big weapons fanatic," he said, pulling out a Glock 19 and handing it to Jack. "But you should have one in case you need it. Glock 19's are easy to use." He took the Glock 19 apart in a matter of seconds, briefly explaining each part, putting it back together, mumbling about recoil. "You point," he began and demonstrated. "You shoot." There was deafening bang as the bullet whizzed past dangerously close to Jack's ear to slam into the Bull's Eye on the wall.

"Don't worry, the worse thing that could happen is you shoot yourself in the face," he chirped

"Now a sexy weapon for one sexy woman." He turned to Sayuri and handed her a coiled weapon. "Spiked whips," he announced with a grin. "Great for puncturing car tires or, you know, BDSM." He winked.

"And last but not least, an upgrade for our badass leader who really needs to get laid and still owes me $60 for all that beer I bought him." He handed Daniel a gun through his car window. "A Uzi Sub-machine Gun, capable of firing 600 rounds per minute over a distance of 200m. Love him dearly, Danny, someone died for me to get this," he partially joked but mostly admitted.

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Unlike Sayuri, Jack was clad in a pair of skinny jeans and a guinea-T. She was comfortable at the moment, though thoughts of changing into a sickeningly bright orange jump suit crossed her mind. It reminded her of the clothes people had to wear in prison, but then again that was probably why she liked it so much. Currently her head was under the hood of Luka's SSC Ultimate Aero, just trying to do some last minute checks on the engine. She had been worried that the Saint's arms dealer had strained it a bit during the last race, but the machine had been running smoothly for the last week or so without any problems. Jack just sometimes got paranoid about car safety, with good reason. Jack didn't want anything that happened to her to potentially happen to her Son of Saints family members.

"Aye, aye el capiton." She said as Daniel spoke to her. The mechanic had actually straightened up and saluted the gang leader, though there was a big grin on her face. She had known their leader for about seven years now, even before he had taken over and given her the job of their mechanic. Jack liked to consider them close, she did the same with Sayuri and often thought of the other woman as a sister.

The young woman was actually a bit disappointed that she wouldn't be able to race with them. Since the accident several years ago, her entire right side just didn't work as well as it used to. Just recently, in fact, she had gotten permission from a doctor to not have to wear her leg brace anymore. Years of physical therapy had finally given her enough strength in her leg to not need the metal to help her stand on her own or walk properly. Jack had been ecstatic, it was like getting a bit of freedom back after being imprisoned for so long.

Her long white hair was braided and hanging in the back that day, but a few strands clung to her forehead from her working hard. Jack had been working hard to calibrate and make sure that every vehicle in the garage was working properly since the night before. What sleep she was running on was all thanks to the raggedy old couch in the break room, that didn't stop her from being her professional and bubbly self though.

There was a dull throbbing in her right shoulder, the one with most of the burn scars she'd acquired. Jack tried to stretch it out, it was a little hard because she didn't have the same range of motion one would normally have, but she managed. It always did whenever there was a race, like a reminder telling her to not get behind a wheel for that purpose every again. Not that she could, no more clutch cars were at her disposal. Which was a shame cause the young woman absolutely love them, those were the cars that could race, not the automatic shit. If she were to race though, it could spell disaster and she didn't want to possible hurt any other racer.

Luka's voice brought her away from her train of thoughts. Jack found him very attractive, but ridiculously so. She had actually poked him in the cheek to make sure he was real when he had first entered the gang and was introduced by Danny. Jack wasn't exactly known for her personal boundaries and nothing as off limits to her, though somehow the arms dealer had managed to evade any prying so far.

She kind of glared at the gun he was showing her. Jack did not like weapons…at all. She want nothing to do with them, but she supposed that did make her an easy target. A serious protest of how she didn't need to know how it worked because she wasn't going to be using one, but Luka fired the damned thing before the words could come out. It shocked her, froze her up. That was much to close for her liking. The mechanic glared as Luka turned his attention to Sayuri.

Luka made his rounds to Daniel next and that was when Jack officially finished up on his car. She closed the hood down and gave the beautiful machine an affectionate pat. "Alrighty, everything's working great. Nothing should cause a big problem, but I'll be watching just in case." At her side she was doing a few exercises to make sure her hand wouldn't give out later one. It was better to keep it moving than stopping. "You all better drive safe."



Lance Baine


Lance was leaning against his car, arms crossed over his chest as he listened to Anzhela berate just about every member racing that day. As she finally addressed him, rather indignantly if you asked him, he refused to even give her any sort of answer. No nod, no spoken reply, nothing. As beautiful as she was Anzhela was ruthless and cruel, while Lance could respect that she also didn't give the proper respect when it was due to other people.

There were plenty of strings he could pull in order to find out what the Sons of Saints were packing. Luka was still young and new so it was quite easy for Baine to ask and pry around to find out what the hell the guy had been getting for his gang. Payback was a bitch though and Lance believed there were no pulled punches when it came to war. That's what it was after all, war. It wasn't just about the rival gangs though, both Daniel and Luka had waged war on the older man just because one had went back on their arrangement and the other resulted in a large chunk of his income being taken away. Frankly speaking, Lance was a little disappointed in the leader of the SoS. He thought Danny boy was smarter, but apparently he had assumed too much from the younger man.

Lance proceeded to get into his own car without saying a word to anyone else. The 'Angel' wanted weapons and he'd get them for her, just like he had done for the past some odd years. Once the woman had jetted out of the garage, Lance followed. His task took him a different direction, but he'd be back with them once he acquired the proper weaponry. It wouldn't take him long and he'd be finished with plenty of time to spare before the race even started.

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Screams tore through the air, accompanied by the screech of a guitar blasting from industrial speakers. Inked gym junkies held scantily clad petites on their arm and cars, large and small, from the most expensive to rickety, dented things, were scattered throughout the streets. A massive crowd had gathered to watch the race between the most powerful gangs in Detroit. A race between Red Eclipse and the Sons of Saints was always unforgettable, with a high chance of injury and fireworks made out of exploding car parts.

The entrance of the Sons of Saints was accompanied by a chorus of whoops and boos. Luka scanned the buffet, tossing a long legged blonde a wink, to which she nearly crumbled from. He didn't blame her. He was hot as hell.

"You know the rules, baby!" Pixie, a woman dressed in little more than underwear yelled into a microphone, her spiky pink hair standing on end as she grinned, her pupils blown wide with drugs. "There are none!" The crowd roared. "On my left, the Sons of Saints!"

"S.O.S! S.O.S! S.O.S!" the crowd chanted.

"Led by Daniel Vladislav!" The cry of the audience slashed the night sky, the name invoking no small number of feminine screams. "With the Son's trusty mechanic, Jack DeMarco and tech genius, Sayuri Yukimura." Cat calls were thrown all around. "And last but not least, us girls' favourite, Luka Revonds!" High pitched squeals were thrown, followed by the thump of a fainted body. Luka grinned and saluted. He beat Lance Baine in the girls' votes. Could the day get any better? Oh yeah, right, when he beat Baine the pain in the ass.

"On my right is Red Eclipse!"

"Red! Red! Red!" the crowd chanted.

"Led by...." Pixie trailed.

"Angel, Angel, Angel!" the people roared, the men rattling the Earth with their enthusiasm.

"That's right, boys, and don't worry, girls, your favourite Lance Baine!" Women screeched his name as Luka grimaced. He'd make Baine look like a puny little thing and scream like a frightened little girl tonight.

"Jung Won!"

Silence.

Spectators exchanged glances, confusion evident in their faces. Jung Won? Was he a new member?

"Lee!" The crowd roared. "And last but not least, Techman Cameron Bellview!" A few more people fainted and not too far away, a pair of pale grey eyes rolled.

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"I want french fries," Angel declared to herself or to the Red Eclipse members who could hear her through the technology that linked their cars, no one was sure. Angel insisted on keeping the lines open at all times "in case one of you wusses scream for help and need your half-lady asses saved."

There were perks to being able to communicate at all times. Red Eclipse and Son of Saints were selective, being made up of only the best of the best. Other people had to get their danger fix from somewhere and belonging to a gang meant protection. Unfortunately, not from the two gangs that dominated underground Detroit.

When one gang member was being cornered by one of these gangs - who were pathetically weak but what they lacked in skill, they made up for in sheer numbers - the nearest R.E. member could snipe them down with relative ease. The sniper most often being R.E.'s apathetic but efficient second.

If it were Lance nearby, all he really had to do was show up, his sheer size, reputation and arsenal of weaponry he was rumoured to keep underneath his skin was enough to scare most children off. Word is he's a cyborg, a government experimentation that tried to escape, like Wolverine, but with rifles for bones and gasoline for blood.

Cameron managed to talk his way out of most things - a ghastly surprise Angel puzzled over every time his lips moved and out came a poor imitation of her partially Russian accent. She found most people predictable when they were not associated with Cameron. Society's apparent love of Camshaft made her lose faith in humanity. Well, more so than her initial lack of faith anyway. She had to admit, however, that if Cameron couldn't convince someone to do something stupid, nobody could. That was, excluding when she threatened to saw someone's manhood off, but that was a different story.

As for how Lee handled tricky situations... She didn't know. He simply did. The man was a ninja from the future, an odd mix of a pregnant woman and the Terminator, making for one weird person. She was quite certain the "salt" on his chips was actually crystal meth.

Mike purred as she slowed him down from a "cruising" speed of 120mph. McDonald's drive-through heard Ravenna arrive when she was a mile away. She'd had Lee tweak the sound to mode Deafening, "It helps me think," she'd said. Of course the sound of the world ending would help the Angel of Death think.

Angel felt nauseous, like someone had reached into her and was swirling her internal organs around. She swayed slightly. Was this adrenaline? Anticipation? Dread at having to be within close proximity to the Sons of Saints' wicked leader? No, of course not. She didn't give a damn about him.

"I want french fries," she told the microphone. "Greasy and salty and just huge fistfuls of them - I want to eat every french fry in the world."

"You look like you're going to throw up," chirped a voice. The hell? Angel flicked her eyes to the car beside her, narrowing her eyes briefly at the old woman. Wrinkled humans. You could never trust those. "Should you be having food?"

"Don't say 'food,'" Angel said quickly, turning her gaze back to the road ahead. Why was this crippled human even next to her baby? What was she even driving? A 90 year old tractor? It was an insult to Mike to have to be so close to something so rusty. "I don't want food, I want french fries."

"Young people are so weird."

"Shut up."

"Umm," interrupted a scratchy voice from McDonald's speakers. "I'm sorry but we ran out of french fries. Can I get you anything else?"

Silence.

"You're telling me," Angel said slowly, monotonously, unmoving. "McDonalds ran out of french fries."

"We apologise, there's a race and umm... These people came and bought all our french fries in case Danie-"

"Shut up."




Screams tore through the air, accompanied by the screech of tires and the deafening roar of a car flying through the air. People ducked and scrambled for cover as a familiar Koenigsegg Agera R sailed over their heads. Pixie stumbled from the tracks just fast enough to miss being bulldozed by Death's vehicle as it slammed violently onto the ground.

Angel was angry.

"French fries. That's all" - she spun the wheel viciously - "I've ever wanted" - she shoved her foot down - "And they run out?"

"Talk about an entrance!" Pixie called, laughing nervously and wobbling on her bony legs. "Looks like Red Eclipse's lea- I mean, second, made it."

The white car spun furiously and the ground sizzled as it headed straight for the car of Sons of Saints' leader, also known as the Thing Responsible For A Beautiful Woman's Starvation And Possible Death. Angel shifted gears as Mike purred beside Daniel's car. With knuckles white from gripping the wheel, she suddenly snapped her head around to burn holes through Daniel's skull. She winded down the window with excruciating slowness.

"You," she seethed. "This. Is your fault."

"Brace yourselves! The first car to reach the National Gallery of Aerospace wins!"

"I will kill you." The window rolled back up. "Keep close," she told her gang, eyes swivelling back to glare at the road ahead. "Lance, blow things up, make fireworks out of Vladislav's corpse, make a lady milkshake out of Boob 1 and Boob 2," she said, using the nicknames she'd given Sayuri and Jack whose names she never remembered. "Cameron, wreck havoc their communication. Do that thing you do so well and yap into their speakers, talk about My Little Ponies and play One Direction. You have my permission to do whatever you want. I want eyes everywhere. Hack into every camera and give me the fastest route." She paused. "And when I say fastest, I mean ignore the buildings, human beings and chihuahuas. Bricks, cars and little babies are minor setbacks one can drive through."

"Ready?"

"Lee, stay close. Mikey's served us well but I think I'll be driving him into a few lakes tonight."

"Set."

"Also, get me some french fries."

"Go!"

Angel soared.

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Cam was wrapped up in looking at all the eye candy that consisted of bimbo's, sluts and crack hoes. He tended to lean more towards the bimbo's, cause so many from the other flavors screamed STD. Frankly he couldn't wait till the after party those were always the most fun part of the race at least for Cam. Yeah he liked fast cars, and racing was awesome but he'd much rather not risk his skin or his babies just to move in on the other gangs turf. Granted he was loyal to Red Eclipse and would never even think of flip flopping, but it was more cause he knew where his bread was buttered and he didn't want to end up another body in one of the lakes.

"Cameron, wreck havoc their communication. Do that thing you do so well and yap into their speakers, talk about My Little Ponies and play One Direction. You have my permission to do whatever you want. I want eyes everywhere. Hack into every camera and give me the fastest route." She paused. "And when I say fastest, I mean ignore the buildings, human beings and chihuahuas. Bricks, cars and little babies are minor setbacks one can drive through."

Cam smirked at this she always told him to stay quiet before a race then right before it started Angel would realize why he did what he did.

"Yes, mam I will do but I'm afraid One Direction might have the opposite affect don't you, I don't know it just seems to me that maybe Sayuri and Jack are closet boy band fans. he shrugged. "Maybe I should just Rick Roll them the whole time see how long it takes for what brains they have to ooze out of their ears.", he chuckled sometimes he just cracked himself up.

He already had most of the camera's on the race route qued up on his multiple computer screens, and also had control of the stop light to many of the intersections so he can keep any cross traffic out of the way. They were ready to rumble and he always had the fun part, it was like playing a video game for him just he would be in deep shit if he lost the mission on this game.

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Jacqueline DeMarco


Jack watched as Daniel and Luke teased one another. It was nice, being able to joke about everything. From what she'd seen of the Red Eclipse it was run more out of fear than through the friendship and family bonding the Sons of Saints were accustomed to. That was one of the main differences between the two rivals. Jack was pretty sure she'd never seen the actual leader of the Red Eclipse, but she'd heard rumors. Most said he was more terrifying than Angel was and the mechanic did not want to be caught in an alleyway with that woman. She was a scary and crazy little thing and not in the fun ways.

The white haired woman's attention was brought to Sayuri. Jack had been so far in her own mind that she had missed the other woman's approach and almost missed her question. The mechanic paused for a moment to contemplate the offer. "Uh..sure, just to the race start though. I think I'm more lucky for you guys waiting on the sidelines than actually being in a car with one of you." Jack teased. Sure she would have loved to race again, the speed, the feel of each bend you rounded, the pulsing feeling that at any moment something could go terribly wrong. It was an adrenaline high that brought many racers back each and every time. On the other hand, Jack wasn't sure if she could handle another wipeout. As far as she was concerned one was enough and she took it as a sign that her place was no longer behind the steering wheel.

Her eyes shifted to Daniel. When she had to be taken to the races it was usually in his car, but a change was nice once in a blue moon. While Jack missed racing on some level, she also got a bit anxious as the speedometer began its steady rise. She felt terrible having to say it out loud, Jack didn't want the others to think less of her and she usually toughed it out. Sayuri always seemed to catch on though, like she just have a sense of how Jack felt and the Asian woman never rushed to the races when Jack was in the car with her. It really was a nice change of pace when it occurred.

Jack made her way into the passenger seat of Sayuri's beautiful vehicle and rubbed the dashboard affectionately. It was kind of sickening the attachment she had to every vehicle in the gang, but then again she did tend to work with them rather intimately. Going crazy now Jack. They're machines not people. The white haired woman shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts, but she really couldn't help it. she just loved cars.

Sayuri drove, well for lack of better words, normally to the racing grounds. Once they were there though Jack got out of the car with a few words of thanks and another wish of good luck. The cheers as Pixie introduced them made Jack laugh, it was something she never got used to, probably never would, but she absolutely loved it.The petite female made her way over to the side lines, the designated SoS cheering area of course, and stood by at the ready if something went wrong. For the most part someone managed to hack into street lights and the like, but sometimes mistakes were made. Jack's wipe out was a great example of that, being T-boned by a tractor trailer was not a fun experience.

The entire scene was a partying chaos. Jack could smell the booze, the weed, but more importantly the smell of fuel and burnt rubber. It sent an excited thrill through her and she was finding herself anticipating the race even more. It took a few minutes, but once Pixie got up to get them started that was it. Once 'go' left the the mechanic screams along with many of the other bystanders and watched as the cars took off.



Lance Baine


Surprisingly enough, Lance had managed to make it back to the race before their ever-demanding second in command did. The arms dealer had gotten one of his men to drive in a car with a trunk holding a small arsenal. Angel wanted the best for the Red Eclipse and Baine was willing to provide that, he was getting paid well enough after all. Not to mention what he was giving them made Luka's services look like they came from a toy store. Once the gang was throughly armed, Lance bid his man away and moved to his car to get ready for the race.

A scantly clad, pink haired stick walked out in a drug endured stupor to announce each member from each opposing side. Lance was pretty used to it by now and he had slept with Pixie a few times, both during her drug endured stupors and when she wasn't high. The woman hadn't been terrible in bed, but the screams that reached his ears after the sound of his name always helped to remind him that he was able to have anyone he wanted. The fact that Luka had gotten a louder greeting than him didn't really bother him. Those women were obviously ones that had never been with a real man, he'd take his time converting every one of them.

Of course Angel had to make some sort of strange and attention grabbing entrance and Lance had to roll his eyes. With her arrival it signaled that the race was on its way to starting. Lance made his way into his car and switched on all the tech that Cam and Lee installed into it. Unfortunately that meant he was able to hear all the others.

Angel's voice cut through him like a migraine. Lance was not a man to follow the orders of a little thing lie her, but he was also not one to kick a gift horse in the mouth. Instead of replying he remained silent, the only one he was really intrested in hurting was Revonds, but if she was willing to pay then he was more than happy to get something done for her.

As Cameron finished speaking. Lance decided he'd make Angel an off. "My job is strictly on the track Anzhela, that's what you pay me for. With a little more incentive though, I'm willing to call a friend to hit the Sons of Saints hard, you know leaving a pretty little thing like Jack all by herself while the rest of them are off racing might not be such a smart idea. Easy target and an even easier setting for something bad to happen, just give the word and I'll see what I can do." Sure sending someone out to hurt a woman could be considered low, but business was business and as long as Lance was getting paid he didn't care.

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The supporters of the Sons of Saints barely spared Luka a glance as he easily weaved his way through the crowd. They were engrossed in the violent scene unfolding before them, Dan's and Angel's car tearing the world apart. It was quite different from his usual having to crawl his way out of the sea of females that would swarm him.

Where Dan drove with a deadly precision, Angel drove with reckless but efficient abandon. She took the sharpest but quickest turns and shredded the speed of her car to the point where he could feel the heat oozing from the friction of her tires and the road from this distance. The woman was insane - even when she wasn't driving, he would know - but her lack of care for her life or seemingly her car was effective.

Even if one hadn't known whose car was whose, they would know who was driving it. Daniel transformed behind the wheel, in Luka's opinion, seeming to become one with his car, for lack of a better description. Sure Angel drove like Satan on wheels, almost as if she believed she were immortal, but Daniel... Daniel could drive. It would be interesting to see the events of tonight and Luka no doubt expected a show. It had been quite some time since he'd seen Daniel and Angel compete.

Then again, he'd heard rumours of Angel and Daniel being lovers or, well, enemies with benefits, and they would often race one-on-one and the winner would get to have sex with the other in their car. Who knew? Yeah, he doubted it. Luka had spent one too many years trying to get Danny to get laid, futile as it was and continues to be.

He still remembered the first time Luka and Daniel went drinking together. In Club Red, actually. It had been an interesting night to say the least. He still remembered the ethiriel beauty strolling through the warm bodies that night. They'd parted for her, some tripping over their feet to try to get away. He should've known but, hey, he was new to the inner workings of underground Detroit. He didn't even race then.

"Look at that ass," he remembered musing to Dan. "Damn, she's smoking. You should tap that." He didn't quite remember what Dan said, if he'd said anything at all. By then he wasn't quite lucid. Luka watched the dark haired beauty, her stern but startling silver eyes sweeping the club like a lioness hunting for prey.

He'd grabbed Danny, pulled him off his stool, dragged him through the people - who seemed to avoid the sexy Angel like she was death - and shoved him right at her.

"This is my friend Da-" Luckily and unluckily for Dan, he'd stumbled and in his attempt to halt his fall, his hands landed right over her...

Breasts.

Luka didn't even bother to hide his gazing at a certain white haired girl's full chest. What a beauty, he thought, fiddling with the multiple rings through his left ear, an unconscious habit when he'd found his snack for the night. He inched closer until his body grazed Jack's from behind. He dipped his head down to the crook of co-worker's neck.

"Jack," he purred into her ear, his warm, smoky breath tantalising her bare skin. He trapped Jack between his strong arms, deciding this was work as the gang's weapons dealer. He had to ensure Jack was... Well equipped. Luka glanced down her shirt, savouring the hint of cleavage. Mmm, she's well equipped, alright.

"Holy shit, did he just steal the entire U.S. Army's weapons collection?" mumbled a supporter.

Luka lifted his gaze and narrowed his eyes at a familiar car towing...

"Baine," he hissed. "Sorry, love. Back to work." Luka grabbed the railings and in one swift movement, swung around and landed like a cat on the ground. He tapped the ear piece he wore. Baine thought his weapons were better? Huh, let him think that when I blow up his employer and his source of income. Angel and Luka had... History. He knew her well enough to know she wouldn't be so easy on Baine. She would hold him responsible for whatever weapons S.O.S. used against R.E. She believed it was Baine's job to disable whatever S.O.S. used and she always expected better. It made it hard as hell to keep up with and surpass R.E.'s weaponry because, as much as Luka hated admitting it, Baine was good. Unlike Baine, however, he actually cared about his gang and actually wanting to protect your leader made a hell of a difference.

"Danny, do I have permission to blow up your Russian girlfriend?" Sorry, Angel, Luka thought. What a waste, she was hot and really, really good in bed. It was the best night of his life, honestly, but he had too much pride to not want to humiliate Baine. He got Baine's S.O.S. job and he fully intended to rub it in his future unemployed face.

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"My job is strictly on the track, Anzhela, that's what you pay me for," came the testosterone filled voice. He was one of the rare few who called her Anzhela. She'd have preferred 'Boss' or 'My Queen.' If it were up to her, she'd have fired him or had him assassinated by now but God insisted he remain intact for reasons unknown but God always thought a million steps ahead so who knew. The thought of God watching - because he was always watching, in fact, she was quite certain he was up there in the audience right now - sent her foot grinding into the pedal and her body jerking with the sudden burst of extra speed.

"With a little more incentive though, I'm willing to call a friend to hit the Sons of Saints hard, you know leaving a pretty little thing like Jack all by herself while the rest of them are off racing might not be such a smart idea. Easy target and an even easier setting for something bad to happen, just give the word and I'll see what I can do."

Look at that, the thing could actually come up with decent ideas. Anzhela spun the wheel to the right, initiating a sharp turn that sent sparks flying. She took a few moments to reply, keeping Vladislav's car in sight at all times. Money wasn't a problem, it was how reliable was Baine? Obviously she couldn't trust him, she didn't trust anyone, but she did trust in a human's nature of greed. Club Red, one of the biggest clubs in America, brought in enough money for her to swim in. That and God was rich. She could not begin to describe just how wealthy he was. Admittedly, she wasn't sure how he got all of it. She knew he dealt but not even recreational drugs could bring in the kind of big bucks he had. Was he swimming in old money. She oddly felt like she was a character in the Great Gatsby at that moment.

Finally, she spoke. "Disable the mechanic."

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Daniel couldn't help but grin as he stood outside on the pavement, leaning against his car, hands placed on his hood holding him up. He loved being on the streets. The screams in the air, the music, the girls, and of course—the cars.

As Pixie started the announcements, it was obvious what a big night it was, and once again Daniel was getting that nervous twist in his stomach. Usually, he wasn't so worried, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

The screeching of tires right after Pixie's words stole the crowds attention, and Daniel stood up suddenly as he recognized the white beauty that was soaring towards him. People scrambled, but Daniel didn't even move. Not even when the car bounced off the ground as it landed.

He still didn't move as Angel's car soared towards his. He knew she wouldn't take him out so easily. If she was going to kill him, she'd be much more personal about it. The small group of people who had gathered around him weren't so confident and they scattered.

He smiled slightly as the white car jerked to a stop right beside him. The beauty in the front seat looked pissed, which was almost a relief from her usual stoic expression. Daniel's eyes suddenly jolted up as she spoke. His fault? “What did I do this time?”

Angel didn't even give him time to finish his question before the window was back up. Daniel's good mood officially vanished, and he twisted around to drop himself back in the drivers seat of his own car. This was serious now.

His eyes glued on the street ahead of him. “Ready? Set. Go.”

He was off a mere second after Angel was.

“Luka,” Daniel said, knowing the other wold hear him through the earpiece. “I changed my mind. My backs fine in this car. Watch the others.”

He could handle Angel, but he couldn't follow what was going on off the streets either. This was another one of the many reasons he hated being a man down. How the RE's did it...he'd never know.

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The races in Detroit always surprised Lee, even after all this time. It was how famous they all were. In Korea, he had run with a pretty big gang, but no one ever knew them, just of them. Here, everyone knew who they stood with, what their name was, and what they did. It was so strange.

He was popping fries in his mouth as he sat up on the railing of some fence, watching the others. He had found them on a table and decided that would be a pretty good way to keep his hands busy. Angel mentioning she had wanted some made him hungry...even though he knew he really wasn't.

He sat aside silently as the introductions were made. It always amused him that the use of his actual first name brought silence all around the crowd. He supposed no one really knew them after all. Just as that thought filtered through his mind, there was suddenly the bottom of a very familiar Koenisegg Agera sailing over him.

Angel's car. He'd been under it enough to know. He actually cracked a smile as she swirled to a stop just in front of the notorious Sons of Saints leader. He couldn't hear her from where he was, but he was sure whatever she was saying would make any man shit his pants.

From his open car window, he heard her voice through the radio. A simple order to keep close before she started singling them out. "Lee, stay close. Mikey's served us well but I think I'll be driving him into a few lakes tonight."

He sighed at the last words she said and looked down at the french fries in his hand. He hadn't even put a dint in them. Twisting around and dropping himself in his seat, he put the cup of fries in the cup holder, put his baby in drive, then turned around and started heading the opposite way.

Hell yeah he'd stay close. If she was as angry as she looked, he had a feeling he would need to be by the finish line when she got there. Perhaps even closer.



“Luka, I changed my mind. My backs fine in this car. Watch the others.”

As Daniel's voice entered her ear, she frowned slight. “Danny please be careful,” she muttered. Suddenly she was worried herself. Not for him—Daniel was a precision driver. He could handle himself on the streets. It was the other things she was worried about. Other gang member types of things.

She turned her attention back to the crowed, she could hear Luka in her ear, but she couldn't see him or Jack. She twisted around in her car, pulling her laptop from it's spot and shook her head.

Sayuri flipped the machine open and with quick efficient, tapped into something no one else could read thanks to the Japanese symbols that appeared on her screen. She wanted to know what Camshaft was up to. She'd take her battle of the night off the streets if she needed to.

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Daniel jerked the wheel to the right, shifted, hit the break, and drifted. The movement sent him into the drivers door a little harder than he meant, but the nervous twist in his gut was hindering his driving. A smile tugged at his lips as he took over the white car again. He could never thank Sayuri enough for teaching him that trick.

He doubted his victory would last long. They had been playing that way for awhile, one car over taking the other. "Danny, do I have permission to blow up your Russian girlfriend?"

He contemplated the issue for a moment, raising his eyes to the white beauty of a car staying on his ass. “Be careful.”

That was his only response. They were staying so close together that Luka could very easily (accidentally) take them both out. Not to mention, start an all out war.

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Jack was enthralled of the sight of Daniel and Angel's cars racing down the streets. It actually wouldn't take long for her to lose sight of them eventually as they moved, but she'd enjoy it for as long as she could. This was probably as close to actually racing as she'd ever get again. She screamed particularly loud when the two cars skidded around a tight bend. It was all just so amazing, so heart-poundingly awesome. The young mechanic's attention was so much occupied that she didn't even notice someone approach her.

The closeness of another body was what brought her back to herself. It was unnerving that someone was standing so close, especially with their proximity to her scarring. They were probably the only thing that Jack was really conscious of. "Jack," The purr, the tone, the feeling of warm breath against her skin. It all send a shiver down the mechanic's spine, but it also made her feel a little relieved at the same time. At least it was Luka and she was more than willing to play his game. She did enjoy flirting on occasion. Even being trapped by his bigger frame, it was all very…intimate for a lack of better words.

She turned her head to look up at him, but then someone else spoke. Her eyes darted to a car that she recognized instantly as one of Lance Blaine's lackeys. The guy had popped the trunk and even from the distance between them, Jack could still tell there was a lot of fire power back there. "Baine, sorry love. Back to work." Luka's departure was kind of disappointing, but the guy did have a job to do.

"Be safe!" She called after him as he landed on the ground below. Really, her hair would become permanently white with how much worrying she did over the SoS members. Realizing that there was nothing she could do short of fixing a car if it broke down, Jack went back to enjoying the race instead. She needed to stay positive after all, good energy would not only bring them a win, but also make sure that no one got hurt.



Lance


[/b]"Disable the mechanic."[/b] That was all the go-ahead he needed. Lance just dialed a number in his cell and waited for someone to pick up. The man he had gotten to bring down the weaponry hadn't gotten far and there was always a second man in the car just to make sure nothing bad went down. If those weapons ended up stolen it would be their heads. His call was answered on the second ring.

"I need to get your asses back down here. Swap the carrier with a clean car at the safe house. You boys are going to get a lovely little surprise." Lance wasn't going to tell them exactly what to do, he had plausible deniability if things went a little too far. Still, he was aiming for them to break her fingers, an arm, hell even a leg would do. Red Eclipse just needed her out of commission.

Once he gave them Jack's description he hung up. There was nothing more for him to do. Instead he switched his headset back on. "Anzhela, the plan's in motion. Fuck his car up and he shouldn't be able to get it fixed by a loyal mechanic any time soon."



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Jack lost sight of the cars completely when the two entered the tunnel. That was all she'd be seeing of the race unless she followed the massive crowd to the next viewing area. She wasn't all sure that she wanted to go though, Daniel needed her support, but she had a good view of all the Red Eclipse members from her higher ground position. It was just safer if she stayed where she was.

As the people moved around her Jack didn't really notice the men getting closer to her. The feeling of someone standing really close to her was evident, another almost pressed against her back. At first Jack throughout it was Luka again and she was about to round on him with a flirt comment, but the minute she turned she was very shocked. There were two men, only bulky and the other with a leaner frame on them.

The thinner man had been the one right behind her and when she actually faced them he grabbed her wrist and jerked her away from the railing. "What the fuck?! Let-" The bulkier man came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, his hand moving to cover her mouth. Then they moved and were lost in the crowd of people who were all hoping to get another glimpse of the racing cars.

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Luka grinned as he propped his feet up on his Mercedes Benz 600 limousine.Why did he have a limo? Well, because they were cool as hell, spacious, bullet proof, fire proof, glass-tinted, looked and felt like heaven, and, last but most certainly not least, had a mini bar. The limo wasn't owned by the gang, it was just part of the perks of his multi-million inheritance.

He pressed his palm to the scanner and allowed the other light to glaze across his pale blue irises. God bless you, Sayuri, and your magical hands, he thought, wiggling his eyebrows at the double meaning and chuckling softly to himself.

"Voice confirmation required," said a robotic voice that sounded suspiciously like GLaDOS. Another perk to having money and a world class mechanic and computer genius wrapped around your big...

"Welcome back, my lord," chirped GLaDOS from Portal. He grinned, taking note to kiss Sayuri right on the mouth next time he saw her.

Lights scattered across the interior of his limo and screens popped up everywhere. So far Sayuri was the only person besides Daniel who'd seen the inside of his limo or, he suspected, even knew it existed. That was, excluding the one time Luka might or might not have caused Danny to pass out from chugging about a dozen barrels of whisky but... That wasn't his fault. Ish. Anyway, he'd dumped Dan on his backseat and in his drunken state, Dan even pulled him down onto his chest. Man, was it one sexy chest. But Luka would never use an unconscious person like that. It took all the fun out of it.

A dozen screens popped up, showing the streets in all its luminescent glory. He perked at the sight of the crazy bitch - most likely fallen from Heaven all on her own by flying crazy as circuits around clouds she'd turned to spikes for the thrill - behind Dan. Shortly followed by a frown as she very nearly killed Dan with her stunts.

Having been a lieutenant in the American Army, he'd worked with countless soldiers like her. Those who thought they were immortal and omnipotent. They almost always ended up with a bullet between their eyes. Not before, of course, bringing down an entire battalion with them.

He swiped his fingers across the screen and a map popped up. He was in no sense of the word a computer genius. That was Sayuri's field and so she programmed it to be as simple as an iPhone. He thought he might be slightly in love with the woman.

Two dozen green lights blinked throughout the map of Detroit, all the way to the National Gallery of Aerospace. It was simple, really. He'd planted multiple bombs throughout the way to the final destination that he would activate when Angel was on them. He would, of course, ensure Daniel was far enough away first. The explosions would be relatively small and controlled, enough to break apart any car if it encountered enough of these bombs directly and there were most certainly enough of them, but not enough to kill a bullet-proof bystander like Daniel's baby. It was a pity, Angel was really, really hot. But she was also nuts.

"Serving the appetisers," he mumbled, his finger hovering over the button that would set the domino bombs off. A smirk lifted the corners of his lips. "A teaser for what's to come, sprinkled with flamethrowers." He dropped his finger.

The first green light turned red.

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"Anzhela, the plan's in motion. Fuck his car up and he shouldn't be able to get it fixed by a loyal mechanic any time soon," Lance's low voice chirped in her ear, muffled by static. Damn, the reception in these tunnels was crap.

She grinned as she drove her car backwards, slamming into Daniel's none too gently. She pulled her Heckler and Koch HK16 Assault Riflefrom her passenger seat and stuck her arm out the window. She twisted her body so she was nearly parallel with the door and fired wildly and blindly behind her. Her arm jerked painfully with the recoil of each shot but she held on tight and fired, glancing back and forth between the dark road and the blinding lights of Daniel's car. Either way, she couldn't see anything but the resolute bang of her shots on glass and metal was comforting, if deafening.

She popped her arm and assault rifle back into the car as she slammed her car into Daniel's. Her car would survive or at least, would have Lee the Car Whisperer. Daniel's? Not so much.

The light was near.

Anzhela grinned as her car soared towards the tunnel's mouth. She decided to make an exit. Just before her car arrived outside, she swivelled her car around, the vicious 180 turn sending her body slamming into the door. Whoever said she couldn't drive backwards in a race was an idiot. In its spin, her car curved around a...

Bomb.

She cursed as bits of debris crashed into the side of her white car. Her flawless, beautiful white car. She flinched as bits and pieces slammed into her bullet proof glass. She quickly swivelled her car around when they were outside so it was straight again. If she hadn't decided to pull that stunt at the last second... An Angel Sandwich sounded better than it was.

"What the hell was that, Lance?" she growled. "Bellview, you're meant to be my eyes," she hissed. She glared into her rearview mirror, her hands trembling faintly from a combination of shock and drugs. "Looks like I'm going to need you a lot sooner than planned, Lee."
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"Damn, I missed," Luka muttered with annoyance, hovering over the button to stop a bomb from exploding if necessary. Otherwise, each bomb from there on was set to detonate automatically with the help of motion sensors. Why couldn't the woman just stay still-

"What the fuck?! Let-"

Luka's eyes darted around in search of the voice before realising it was coming from his earpiece?

Jack?

"Danny, Sayuri, did you hear that?"

More muffled noises came from his speaker.

"Jack," he called into his microphone. "Jack," he repeated, almost shouting. "I'm going in," he hissed.

Luka grabbed his UZI Machine Gun - acquired from a Black Ops supplier - and shoved the limo door open, completely forgetting about the two dozen bombs that were set to detonate when anything drove through or near it. He slammed the door shut and ran towards the stands where he last saw Jack.

Daniel and Angel had attracted much of the audience but people were still hanging around. He shoved his way through the audience, cussing and growling and swinging a few solid punches at anyone who got in his way.

"Jack!" he yelled.

"Look, it's Luka!" yelled a feminine voice, followed by even more squeals and an onslaught of fangirls.

"Dammit," he growled, then flashed a charming smile. "Hey, ladies."

"Luka, focus!" he heard a voice growl in his ear, or maybe it was in his head. Luka smacked himself on the forehead.

"Right, focus, Luka. Jack's in trouble." He squeezed his way through the large breasts and skinny legs pressed against it. "Sorry, can't sleep with all of you right now. Find me later. The number's 0382811122."

He caught a glimpse of white. "Jack!" He could kiss her pale hair right now.

"Hands up and off the lady," he commanded, aiming his handheld machine gun with the comfort of someone who'd been born into a military family and served his country since he was legal. He trained the gun on the two men. "Let me guess, Baine? That's low, attacking our unarmed mechanic." He bore holes in Jack's eyes, a question in them. Did she have the Glock 19 he gave her? "At least S.O.S. has class."

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The impact from the next bomb threw Angel's car to the side and very nearly killed both her and Daniel. Her icy gaze blazed with fury as she shoved her car next to Daniel's to rip the side of his car. She dropped her window and glared at him, their faces parallel.

"What the hell is this, Vladislav? Your men doing this?" She bumped her car violently into his. "Your gang really that stupid?" She held her F.N.Seven in her left hand and aimed it at him. "They hate you so much they want to kill you too?" She jerked her gun, gesturing wildly with her hand. "My men didn't do this so it must be you and don't give me that It's Judgement Day and Jesus Decided To Blow Up Half Of Detroit crap."

Up ahead, an explosion sent two cars jerking to the sides and multiple others bumping into each other with the abrupt breaks. The sound of vehicle horns filled the air in a chaotic cacophony of confusion and fear.

"You crazy son of a bitch," she muttered, her jaw nearly dropping at the sight of civilian cars hastily driving out of the way but going nowhere instead. The streets around them were a mad criss-cross of cars. "First you kidnap my french fries and now you-"

"Вы идиот!" she gasped, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. The switched gears and whizzed around the chaotic mess of vehicles. She muttered to herself in Russian, "Я всегда получаю сумасшедшие люди. Что, черт возьми, он думает? Пытаясь убить всех? Почему я даже не потрудились причине с этими людьми... Теперь у меня есть, чтобы исправить мистаке."

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There was some serious commotion going on outside if the screams and huffing of feet were telling her anything. Wiping her face with her hands, Jack swiveled around in the passenger seat of Sayuri's care and examined the scene she could make out through the back windshield. None of it looked good for her gang. She panicked for a second before searching through her friends car.

It wasn't until she opened the glove compartment that she discovered Sayuri's spare gun. Jack was more than reluctant to pick up another weapon, especially so soon after she fired one before. Still, she steeled herself as she exited the car and made her way over to the fight. Taking aim, she pointed her gun at Anzhela. "Is there a problem?"



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"Everything's in place Mr. Baine." The voice from the earpiece he was wearing stated. Lance smiled broadly as he watched the Sons of Saints and the Red Eclipse members trail their guns on one another. This was turning out to be quite the entertaining show. "Good, I need surveillance at every location. Remember, we want a show." With that he signed off and opened his car door.

His tall and bulky frame was impossible to miss as he casually made his way to the people who signed his paychecks. "Now, now boys and girls. we've got quite the show planned for the evening." He walked right over to Jack, he was positive that she wouldn't shoot anything, her eyes were terrified as she say his approach. She was much too soft to start any violence. His large hand covered both the gun and her own hand almost completely as he pushed it down to the woman's side. "Why don't you all just calm down and come enjoy the party?"

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He watched her go right before her eyes. Watched Anzhela fade into the Angel of Death herself without a moment of hesitation. But as her mask slid into place, he could see something in those beautiful doe eyes of hers. Something that reminded him of a girl sitting on his lap, driving him slowly to the brink of insanity.

That something, however, was far overshadowed by the feeling of metal pressed against his head.

The thing was, he could take a gun being pointed at him much easier than he could it being pointed at any of the others. In mere seconds, his best friend had a gun pointed at him, and the girl he considered closer than a sister had one pointed at her.

It could not get any worse than that.

He trusted Angel wouldn't hurt him, but the others? Hell...

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"Good work, Lee.”

A small, cocky, crooked smile appeared on his usually stoic face. Hell yeah he did good work, and he didn't flinch at all when a new gun was trained on him. He could probably pull the trigger and kill Sayuri too before she ever got over her shock.

Lucka might be a bit more of a challenge...

“Plenty of room,” Lee answered, tilting his head to the side in a rare form of amusement. “And french fries.”

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Sayrui was staying oddly calm, but she had on tunnel vision. Somehow she just knew Angel had a gun pointed at her, but her main focus was Danny. She had half the mind to just go ahead and pull the trigger, but the way they were lined up...at close range...she could end up taking them both out.

And she was sure one bullet would cause a domino affect. It surprised her, really, how easily they could all go out. In mere seconds Detroit could find itself rid of its two most dangerous gangs.

The sound of Jack's voice officially broke her train of sight.

She looked over, shocked, to see the snow haired beauty standing there...with a gun...pointed at Angel herself. She couldn't figure out if it was a badass moment or a slip of sanity.

Whichever it would have been, the potential was crashed by the arrival of the Red Eclipse's last member, gently removing Jack from the equation.

“Alright,” Daniel finally said, hands still in the air. He was the only one without a weapon trained on someone else. It was funny to her that he was still taking the leader role when this all started because of him...”We'll go, just drop this before we all end up dead, hm?”

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"Is there a problem?"

His concentration didn't waver as he kept the barrel of his gun pointed at Red Eclipse's mechanic's head. Right between the eyes where there was absolutely no chance his ribs or breast implants might save him. You never knew with these things. It took some time before it clicked in his mind why the voice sounded oh so familiar and when he'd realised and saw from the corner of his eye, the stone faced Snow Queen with her gun pointed at Angel herself, he suppressed the urge to let his jaw drop. He prided himself with not being surprised by much but this... Would Jack fire her gun - a weapon he was certain she despised - twice in less than an hour?

Angel didn't even react to the gun pointed at her. Perhaps she thought Jack was so bad of a shot, she'd miss, but Luka knew from experience than a gun in anyone's hand was dangerous, trained or otherwise. In fact, it was those who were inexperienced that fired the wildest shots. Who would Jack's bullet hit? Luka felt much too close to Angel then.

"Now, now boys and girls. we've got quite the show planned for the evening."

Now there was one person he hated even more than the person with a gun to his brother's head.

"Why don't you all just calm down and come enjoy the party?"

"Because we'd rather die than hang out with assholes like you?" he spat, half tempted to swing his gun around to take out Baine. He was so close, but he couldn't take his aim off of Lee for a moment. The guy clearly suffered from severe bipolar or had multiple personalities.

"I believe being an asshole is a trait common amongst weapons specialists," Little Miss Know It All Angel commented lightly. He opened his mouth to protest but she absurdly, lightly and without one ounce of fear or way too much confidence, tucked her guns in her back pockets and opened the door of Lee's car and slid in as if she were bullet proof. Who knew, with the demonic traits she was showing, she might've been.




Thump.

Thump.

Thump.


The familiar bass rattled the bones of the sweaty, drunken mass. Their fans were already there and as the doors opened, RED's bouncer nodding his head in respect as Anzhela approached, they roared. Their cheers were deafening as both gangs glided in, the tension palpable in the weary glances they spared each other. Despite the subdued atmosphere they brought, it was soon overpowered by the wild excitement of the people in the infamous club.

Her eyes the colour of ice scanned her club like a hawk assessing the ground it flew over. Her face was devoid of emotion and eradicated most men who'd hoped to have a taste of the forbidden. She ignored her 'hostages' and the closely knit bodies stumbled backwards as death strolled through them, her pace unruffled like her swaying waterfall of glossy dark hair. Skinny jeans clung to her willowy legs, tucked into a pair of boots on needle points. The crimson lights of Club Red caught the sharp glare of a belly ring on a flat, rock hard stomach.

Her fingertips grazed the bar as she sat on the stool, her eyelids giving her gaze the usual sleepy doe-eyed look.

"The usual?" the bartender asked, his bald scalp bobbing along to the music of the live band.

"What's your name?"

"Anzhela."

"You're not going home, pretty Angel."


"And this is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore," the croon of the singer's voice brought her back to the present.

"No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she slid her finger along the black marble top, as pristine as ever, as if searching for dust. "Stronger."

Moments later a drink was slid in front of her and beneath her bartender's closed palm, a packet of light blue pills. She took money from her pocket despite not having to pay for anything in her own bar and covered his fist with hers, sliding the little bag into her own hand. He nodded at her before turning away to serve the other customers. She pressed the hard liquor to her lips and tilted her head back, letting the drink engulf her insides and make the world a little more muddled and a little less confusing. Sliding off her chair, she slipped through the bodies, past the corridors and down the stairs into the darkest depths of RED.




"And this is how it looks when I am standing on the edge."

The vivid colours plagued her vision and she could feel every breath, hear every heartbeat. Her gaze jerked wildly with no logical direction as she stumbled from the darkness she'd been cooped in for what felt like millenniums but was moments by RED's standards. Had she been a stranger, she might've been able to pass for mostly normal but for the second of Red Eclipse to walk like an ordinary person rather than her usual military march slash model sashay and have even a strand of her pin straight hair out of place was for the sky to be crumbling.

"And this is how I break apart when I finally hit the ground." Even the singer turned to look at Angel, despite trying not to.

"You have 40 minutes with her."

She found her way to the fight ring, not that it had been too hard, seeing as it was splat in the middle of RED. Her hand stole the glass of a towering man on her way there and she threw her head back, swallowing the warm contents in a few gulps. Her fingers grasped the edge of her shirt as she pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. Her large blue eyes were wide, vivid in a way they almost never were. She normally took drugs that made her sleepy and numb but this time, she needed clarity.

Two burly men threw punches at each other and she threw herself between them, slamming a steal toed boot into one of their jaws and the heel of her palm between the other's collarbone. They stumbled back, dazed either by the fact that they'd been hit harder than they hit each other or that the blow came from a frail boned woman and Red Eclipse's brutally notorious second.

The slimmer of the two recovered first, slamming his arm over Angel's chest and thrusting her to the ground. She laughed. His pale blonde brows furrowed in confusion. Pressing her palms to the floor, she kicked him hard in the chest, the heel of her boots embedded themselves halfway into his shoulders as she hopped up. He screeched in pain as she jerked her boots out of him.

"And this is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain."

She counted the strands of fibre that formed her cage, three curtains and a wall that was her prison.

Fingers grasped her long dark hair and she was jerked back by the other man with the spiky hair. His hand grasped her wrists and pulled them over her head as his other fist caught her jaw a few times before she managed to escape his grasp and bring her arms in front of her face. She swung her own fists at him and slammed her knee into his abdomen just as a kick from Blondie caught the bottom of her spine. She fell forward but threw her weight around before she fell all the way down, her shin colliding with the side of his face and throwing him to the ground.

"And this is how I disappear when I throw myself away."

They buried the needle into her arm and poured life into her veins.


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"Danny," he sighed. They arrived at RED shortly after Anzhela had with Lee and not long after they were there, she'd picked a fight with two men twice her size and probably thrice her weight. "Danny," he repeated, shaking his head and raking his fingers through his hair. "When I say get a girlfriend, I mean get a nice, good sexy Goddess. Preferably without a brain. And preferably not that crazy bitch," he said, jerking his thumb towards Angel who was currently breaking a guy's skull over her knee whilst sporting a few hundred cuts and bruises of questionable hotness.

"Maybe that chick," he said, nodding his head to a nice, long legged redhead by the bar. "Or that one," he said, waving at the back of a woman with a short bob. The woman turned around and... "Okay, maybe not that one. But you get my drift, right? Tell me you're attracted to..." He gestured up and down the length of Angel's body as she slammed the two heads together. "Okay, she is pretty fuckable but... And I can't believe I'm saying this, but her crazy outweighs her goods. I'm single and ready to mingle, if you're ever feeling bicurious." A cocky smile flirted the corner of her lips, his previous annoyance gone, now washed away by the buzz and thump of a fantastic underground night club.

"I'll go fishing with you tonight. Then maybe chat up Jack since she'd want to repay the man who saved her pretty self, right?" He chuckled. "Today we're starting your Angel Detox. Her breasts aren't that big. Her legs? Her legs... Damn, that woman has great legs. I mean, uh... That nose? Plastic surgery, man."

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Jack didn't want to be there. After the numerous incidents at the racing area, the mechanic just wanted to go home and sleep. She wanted to curl up all safe and sound in her bed, probably with a pint of Ben & Jerry's, and watching some good ol' NCIS because that show was ridiculously awesome and Michael Weatherly was smexy. Unfortunately today was a day of one disappointment after another. After arguing with Sayuri for a whole ten minutes, Jack had finally slipped into her friends car just so the Japanese beauty would stop nagging.

When they had finally arrived, Jack had made it point to avoid Danny. Right now, all she had in her head was the image of him making out with Anzhela and it curled her stomach. So the only obvious solution was to get completely smashed and get laid. So grabbing Sayuri by the hand, the white haired woman dragged her comrade over to the bar and order four shots of tequila; one for Sayuri and three for herself.

As she threw back her final shot, Jack scanned the crowed. Honestly, she hated going out to the club scenes. When she was wearing the cute clothing that she was currently wearing, ones that showed her shoulders and portions of her back, the burn scars always popped out. Sometimes she'd get the sleaziest guys walking up to her who thought she'd be an easily lay. Once they saw her face though, they'd lose the nerve and realize that she was way out of their league. That's why when the mechanic did go out, she preferred having Sayuri with her. They had a good time together and more often than not Sayuri kept the jerks away.

Jack could almost feel the warmth of the liquor slowly circulate through her body. The sensation was so vivid that she had to close her eyes. When she opened them again, she knew that she was feeling the oncomings of a good buzz because of the mellow feelings she had. The bartender was pretty attractive, he was big, muscular, and his face was chiseled. Jack was almost certain he was doing steroids though and everyone knew what that meant in the bedroom department. Still, Jack wasn't above flirty for free drinks.

"Two more for me and my friend, please?" The white haired woman gave him a charming smile and a wink. He chuckled, poured to more and slid them over to her, replying that this round was on him.



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Lance leaned over the railing of the second floor walkway. He enjoyed being up there as opposed to downstairs. Few people actually went up there, too busy trying to fuck on the dance floor. He was the one with the vantage point, so once the Sons of Saints crew popped right through the door he knew. "Hey Lee, since Anzhela's in the ring, just thought I'd let you know that the Saints are here." With that his radio transmission was turned off and he chucked the headset to one of his crew behind him.

Finishing off the last of a Jack Daniel's, Lance walked back over to where most of his people were. Everything was in place, set to perfection, and there was a tight surveillance grid for knowing the exactly right time to let things go off with a bang. All Baine had to do was wait and enjoy the show when it did happen.

One of his men finally arrived back, a tray filled with shot glasses balanced on his hand. Lance sent him a glare to let him know he better not drop anything. That was a friggen expensive stray, every glass containing Crown Royal. Finally, as the man set it down, Lance grabbed one of them, followed by others of his group.

"To pulling off a great show, that none of them will forget." His voice booming as he spoke and lifted his shot glass. A loud uproar as his party replied and raised their own glasses in a reply. As the wonderful taste of the liquor hit his palette, Lance knew it was going to be a wonderful night.

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She was drunk, really drunk. Jack hadn't noticed it much, but all that booze was starting to get to her head. As Luka dragged her through the sweaty bodies of dancing people. His lips everywhere against her skin, his hands groping. She was on fire, ever piece of flesh he touched burned with desire. It had been so long since the last time she had sex.

As they kissed and touched, the white haired woman's mind was completely focused on the man in front of her. The next conscious train of thought was when she was being pressed against the cool press of metal. Jack removed her mouth from Luka's with a breathy moan, before turning her head to realize the arms dealer hadn't been kidding when he suggested Dan's care.

Her mind was fuzzy and all she could really think about was how comfortable that back seat was. There had been several times she had been there, but as another image of Angel and Dan kissing filled her mind, she pushed Luka off of her. Her eyes were ablaze as she licked her lips and reached a hand for the car door. Once it was open her hands moved to the hem of her shirt. In one fell swoop that fabric was off, leaving Jack in a lacy periwinkle bra.

She threw her shirt into the backseat and turned her eyes back to Luka. "No cold feet now, this was your idea." Jack gave him a wink and slid into the vehicle, her pointer finger wagging at him in a come-hither fashion.



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Lance sighed heavily as he watched everything going on in the club. Two of the SoS, one of which was Luka, slinked off outside. It had been quite obvious about they were planning to do. Honestly he wouldn't have minded trying her out himself. She looked so fragile, like she'd break or cry doing anything…interesting. The hulking man was confident that she'd be fine with Revonds though, he seemed to be a rather tiny man after all.

Then of course there was the whole lesbian experience going on out on the floor. Lance couldn't fathom why Anzhela was doing that, especially when Daniel was left alone at the bar. It hadn't been long since the Red Eclipse second had been shoving her tongue down his throughout. Maybe there was some sort of plot afoot? One that he wasn't a part of? Possibly, but he doubted it. The arms dealer had little faith in the planning skills of his current companions.

"Your drink Mr. Baine." One of the waitress said, handing him the drink he had ordered. He handed her the empty one in his hands before turning his attention back to the first floor. He had to be honest, two very attractive women dancing…wait a minute. What the hell was Anzhela doing? Apparently Red had turned into a strip club in the few seconds he had turned his gaze away. A few of his men crowded the railing, wolf calls leaving their mouths as the Red Eclipse seconds danced.

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What was better than dealing with a gang that held not one but two stunning, intelligent and fun women?

When one stood topless in your boss' car.

He leaned down, arms on either side of Jack, successfully caging her with his body. He inhaled the sharp leather scent of Daniel's car. He always kept it so clean and impeccable. How that dirty bitch had even gotten front row seats to his baby, he didn't know. Why Dan would allow her to mar his precious car with her pretentious, arrogant, heartless shell? God, he didn't even want to think about it. She probably injected him with something.

He pulled his thoughts away from his unfortunately heterosexual friend to the pair of grey eyes that current stared at him with no small amount of lust.

He inhaled her feminine scent, distinct despite the freshness of Daniel's car.

Sorry, Danny boy, your car won't look so brand new after we're done.

He pulled his shirt over his head, the muscles in his arms bulging with the movement. He held her shoulders and shifted her, gently sweeping her pale hair aside to reveal her back. He startled for a brief moment - a millisecond, really - at the sight but he showed no reaction except to press his lips to the hummingbird between her shoulder blades.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

His hot breath traveled across her jaw as he scattered kisses over her spin, stopping when he reached her chest. A corner of his lips lifted as he snaked his fingers behind her back and with an efficient snap of his fingers, had her periwinkle bra unhooked.

"If you'd like to back out," he whispered. "Now's the time."




It might've been hours, minutes or seconds. Time whirled into nothingness, becoming a cooking pot of music and ecstasy, and in the case of the latter, it came in the form of small, innocent pills.

"It's on the house." Angel lifted her glass of red wine or blood or both, after pressing two small pills in Sayuri's dance. They'd put on quite a show and she felt a swell of respect for the woman. Perhaps it was Sayuri's dark, knowing gaze, filled with a lust and passion only those in their... Line of expertise, would carry. Or perhaps it was the way she'd captivated not only the audience but the Angel of Death, with each flick of her wrist or toss of her curly locks. Perhaps it was how they'd lost themselves on that stage, not touching, not once, but feeling closer and more naked with each other than any of the hypnotised men below. Whatever it was, Angel suspected they had a lot in common.

Angel placed the small pills on her own tongue, swallowing it dry with the ease of someone who took more pills more often and in stronger dosages than she should. She took a swig of her wine, her chest rising and falling with the energy she exerted during their little dance.

She spared a glance at her arms dealer, Lance Baine, as placid and observant as ever. She half raised her glass in greeting and mouthed 'get laid' with a clarity she was sure her employee wouldn't miss.

"That was certainly... A show to remember," a low voice whispered by their ears. Angel gave Sayuri a look, one sculpted eyebrow raised, before turning her head slightly to the four men that surrounded them. Angel felt a hand snake around her waist only to drift over her backside. The sudden, absurd thought of Daniel being the only one allowed to touch her - besides Sayuri, she was starting to think - and have her enjoy it, came unbidden to her mind. The drugs. It was the drugs. They were making her crazy.

"My mates and I, we were wondering..." the man currently palming her began.

"If you could have a taste?" she purred and saw the smug victory in his eyes as her fingers touched his jaw and pulled his lips to hers. Just before their lips touched, she dug her fingers into his cheeks and twisted his head, slamming her elbow into his temple and twisting her arm behind his back. "Did your mothers not teach you to treat a lady with respect and keep your hands in your own pants, dear boy?"

After a moment, she laughed, twisting his arm back into place and helping him to his feet. "Enjoy the club, love." He and his friends stared, flabbergasted, before laughing along uncertainly. God, they loved their women dangerous and aggressive.

"Will do, Angel," one of them said before they turned to find other gentler women, preferably ones who'd recently been dumped.

"I apologise for the rude interruption," Angel said, turning her attention to Sayuri. "How did an artist such as yourself end up riding with one of two most dangerous gangs in Detroit?" she asked. Glancing at the fading bodies of the boys, she shrugged and explained simply, "I am more of a... How do you say? Torture now and ask questions later person." Angel smiled, her attention leaping from one thing to another. Perhaps it was the multitude of drugs she was taking or maybe her personality. Likely both. "How did you and Vladislav meet?"

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She noticed it. The hesitation for mere seconds in Luka's body. Jack had experienced this before and all of that anxiety from possible rejection just settled in her stomach. Then a cool press of lips against the scarred skin of her back, right over the tattoo she had gotten. It eased her a lot. Honestly, if she had been sober, there might have been a chance that she didn't want to continue, but she was drunk. Her emotions were ever changing in her current state of mind. That and she was still very horny.

Luka's words gave her a sense of hope, that she was still desirable even with the ugly burn scars. Jack knew a lot of burn victims during her time in intensive care and rehabilitation therapy after her accident. There were those with them on their arms, or legs, even some who had been burns in places similar to her own. Covering them with tattoos had been a common occurrence. Ink had softened the harsh appearance, but none of them could actually hide the texture.

Looking up at Luka, Jack reached out her hands to cup his face. Her thumbs skimmed over the skin of his cheekbones, her eyes focused on his mouth. "Shhh." Was all she mumbled before pulling the man above her down for a kiss.

Jack didn't need reassurance about what they were going to do, she didn't need to be asked if that was what she really wanted. The white haired mechanic needed to have sex and that was exactly what she was going to do.



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Baine raised his own glass at Anzhela in reply. There was no question that he'd be getting laid, especially after watching the show that had wrapped up in stage. It had been…stimulating to say the least. Unfortunately, for Lance, he'd have to wait till he got home. Currently he was seeing a nice senior from the local university. She was beautiful, young, and smart. The prefect package for someone of Lance Baine's status. He didn't do the junkies, crazies, or sluts that paraded around clubs like Red.

He couldn't go home yet though. No, he was still anticipating the show that would be occurring tonight. He had to see that it went off perfectly in person, then he'd be free to go home and curl up in bed with his woman. It shouldn't take long though, not with the night getting later. People would eventually be heading out.

Until then, the arms mogul was content with watching the events happening before him. Someone had to be sober enough to keep an eye out on the enemy and he was most certainly not a light weight. Surprisingly it was Daniel that kept his attention. The Sons of Saints leader was being too quiet in his opinion, not enjoying himself enough.

Throwing back the last contents of his drink, Lance pushed away from the railing. He signaled on of his men to keep their eyes opened, before he headed downstairs and directly to the bar.

"Well, well, well. Not enjoying yourself Vladislav? You're the only one of your crew who's not getting lucky tonight." His voice was deep, booming as he made himself comfortable right next to the opposing gang's leader. He signaled the bartender to give him the usually before turning back to the other man. "Wasn't expecting little Jack to traipse off with Revonds, that must sting." Lance's tone was rather nonchalant, but he knew he'd irk the younger man somehow. "Never realized she had such low standards."