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He sat down and looked around.

Chaos.

People were running everywhere, and it looked literary like a warzone.

Bullets were flying, and he could hear shouts for backup, screams of pain, and cries for help.

It was like nothing he had ever seen before, but it was worth it.

It was.

********************

It had started after Justin went missing. No one was quite sure about what had happened, but somehow someone had gotten to him. His two Star bodyguards and his usual one were knocked out, and his room was a mess. He hadn't gone voulentarily.

The way it looked he must have been kicking the whole time.

The image of that was kinda funny AJ thought, but the reality was not. His buddy was gone, kidnaped, and they had to find him.

After a few hours of search they had to call it a night. It was too dark to see anything.

About an hour after they all arrived at Destination Unknown again, the phone rang.

/ Riiiiiiiiing

Mickey turned and looked at the main phone.

"Who could that be?" he asked as he walked fast over to it. N-Zee, Nick, beat him too it.

"Destination Unknown" he said as he answered it.

"So, called it a night huh? Afraid of the dark?"

"Who the hell is this?" he said, sounding mad.

"Doesn't matter really. Hear your boy's missing."

"Where is he? If you've hurt him I swear to God I'm gonna..." his face was the image of rage now.

"Alley. Fifth and 'borderline'. I'd hurry."

Click /

*****

Nick sent some Stars to get him. They never made it in time. If he was still alive when that phone call had been made he didn't know. He guessed they'd never know.

But it didn't matter.

When the guys got there, he was already dead.

Now, AJ was glad he hadn't been allowed by Nick to come along.

He had only been told about the shape the body was in, and after hearing that he did not want to see it.

Kevin on the other hand had insisted.

After less than a minute in the room where they had put it, he had come running out, puking in the nearest garbage can.

Nick said it was bad, really bad.

*****

/ Nick looked at them all, trying to find a way to tell them. Oh, they all knew he was dead, and they had seen Kevin's reaction, so they knew it was bad. But they didn't know how bad.

"Torture." he finally got out.

"How bad?" Howie asked, though it sounded like he didn't want to hear it.

"I'd say for a few hours. Both nipples were cut off, along with his genitals, fingers and toes. Tongue is gone. Teeth, gone."

He stopped. They didn't need to hear anything else. They didn't need to hear that this had happened in the first hour. They didn't need to know what happened for the next one.

Hopefully he could be patched up quickly. So that he looked better. For the funeral./

That was how he gotten here. Sitting right where he was now, hiding from the bullets, trying to forget all he had seen, all he had done.

That wasn't very easy.

*****

/ AJ looked around at the other guys. None of them were familiar with gunfights. Sure, they could fire one. Nick had brought them to a club once. It was shooting club, perfectly legal. They had all learned how to fire a gun.

But those targets hadn't been moving.

Those targets hadn't been trying to kill you.

These were.

He looked at the gun in his hand. He knew how to use it.

He looked at Nick, N-Zee. N-Zee it was now. In public. And the face he was looking at wasn't Nick anyways. Nick's face never looked so drained of emotions.

N-Zee's did. He'd seen it before, and now he was seeing it again.

All the others accepted the guns and amo given to them, and they put it away.

The drive was quiet. Nobody talked. Nobody felt like talking. /

*****

AJ stopped to breathe as a Lion suddenly appeared in front of him. The man hadn't seen him, he was sure of that.

Now he had to make a decition.

Should he fire his gun at someone who didn't know he was there?

*****

/He had lost the others pretty fast. Everyone except N-Zee. He had been fighting at his side all the time.

It may not have looked like it, but they had a plan. Him and N-Zee were to get to Simon by all means. The others were to draw the attention somewhere else.

N-Zee had given him a silencer for his gun. He had one as well. Now nobody could hear the shots they fired, and the few people they had killed they had hidden.

They were so close now. They knew where Simon was, or so N-Zee said. AJ didn't want to know how he knew. He already had a pretty good idea how. And he didn't need any details. /

*****

Bang

The guy in front of him fell over.

AJ looked at his gun. He had fired, but he didn't know why. His hand had aimed, and his finger pulled the trigger, but he didn't know why.

There were less Lions about now.

They were in chaos. No order, just running about.

He guessed word was going around about what had happened.

He hoped so.

Because then it would be over soon.

All over.

*****

/Phfiiit. The gun went off. Simon went down. Dead.

N-Zee walked over and looked at the body. AJ looked away. He didn't want to see this. He could hear N-Zee take out his little knife.

A few seconds later he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned around and looked at N-Zee. The knife was gone now.

He looked at the body. It wasn't what he had thought.

He had imagined that N-Zee would mutilate it in every possible way.

But the only thing he could see on it was their mark, the Star, cut into the mans' forehead.

The Lions would know who had done this. But he also knew that they would give up. Without Simon they had no leader.

Before anything else could happen they would have to select a new one.

It was like a government really. One left, another were elected in his place.

He hated politics./

*****

He could see a movement on his left side, and turned to fire.

He stopped.

Didn't move a muscle.

The man kept on walking.

Didn't see him at all.

He was glad.

Cops

*****

Outside again. He lost N-Zee in the chaos. He had been told to get out of there, and to be careful. He had been handed another gun, and the one he had used had been wiped off and thrown away.

They were covering their tracks now.

They had to.

By now the cops were starting to turn up.

He still couldn't find any of the others.

An hour went by as he was working his way out of there.

He had lost track of the people he had been forced to kill.

To stay alive he kept telling himself.

It was the truth after all.

He sat down and looked around.

Chaos.

People were running everywhere, and it looked literary like a warzone.

Bullets were flying, and he could hear shouts for backup, screams of pain, and cries for help.

It was like nothing he had ever seen before, but it was worth it. It was.

********************

He heard a noise. A voice. Sounded familiar. Down the alley to his left.

He got up and walked over to it, making sure he couldn't be seen.

Then he saw it. Brian was off to his left, fighting some other guy. He could hear a bone break. It wasn't Brian’s. The guy was about his own size, and it didn't look like Brian needed any help.

He suddenly saw the flash of a knife, and was about to move when Brian took out his gun and shot the guy in the head.

But it wasn't that shot that made him scream and come out from his hiding place.

It was the other shot.

The one he heard as he saw Brian fall to the ground, bleeding from his chest. He felt anger flow through him and he raised his own gun, aimed at the cop and fired.

He should have looked first. He really should have.

From behind him he could suddenly hear a voice shout.

"Police. Drop the gun. NOW"

He looked up, and in the reflection from a window he could see a cop standing behind him, aiming at him with his gun, ready to fire.

He raised his hands. Turned around slowly.

"Drop the gun and get down on the ground. NOW"

'Enough with the NOW's he thought.'

He could see Brian through the corner of his eye. He had stopped heaving for air. His eyes were wide open, but he saw nothing there.

He swallowed, and knew that it was now or never.

He lowered his hand fast, and fired.

The cop hadn't expected than, and fell over. He had hit him in the head, killed him in an instant. 'I guess I should get out of here now' he though.

Then, he heard a shout, a shot, and he saw a person fall to the ground.

He had forgot about the other cop, the one he had shot first.

He had been wearing a bulletproof west, and had seen AJ shoot his partner. Even though he was wearing a west he was injured. The shot had come from a close range, and had gone through.

AJ should have checked, should have made sure he was dead.

Now all he could hear was the sound from the gun, and shout to get down, and a body falling.

He looked to his right, and fell to his knees.

He cursed the speed of a bullet, and for the last time brown eyes met blue.

 

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