THIRTEEN years after the fire,
A beautiful light brown-haired girl ran with her jeans pants over a blue jeans jacket and white shirt through the big gates of the library. she took her heavy breaths as she barged into the library laughing out loud with her curly ginger-head friend but then stopped after getting scolded by the head librarian. They walked silently still giggling till they reached a taller pretty brunette with silky hair, wearing spectacles focusing only on her readings. She sat down straight with gentle black skirt over a white chemise, formal enough to be mistaken as a professor.
They sat between some rows of shelves, the later looked to them blamably "We agreed on 3.00 pm, not 4.00 Maggie and you too Claire"
"Sorry Dinah" replied the brown-haired shorter gal with a hand on her chest moderating her breaths.
"Yes, Girl. The girl was being stalked" the orange head retorted wearing a colourful orange-yellow- red blouse over white pants.
"AGAIN!!" Gasped the startled girl out of character, she closed her book and looked to her attentively.
"Hush-hush" scolded the librarian again.
Dinah called after apologizing "Did he follow you again?"
"No, girl. He sent Jack" Maggie replied.
"His thug friends?"
"Don't be rude, he is just a wild boy" Maggie laughed.
"Claire, you've to tell your father about him. What does he still want from you after you break up with him?"
"I don't know Dinah. Since I broke up with Vince, he has been harassing me in all possible ways. I am tired but enough with this, let's focus on our project"
"Oh damn... I still didn't gather any material. What about you, girl!" Maggie looked to Dinah but the other turned away "I won't let you retype my data gain"
"Okay, you do not have to be that tense. I'll see a book or two in these shelves"
Maggie left. Dinah turned to Claire after she saw the other disappear after a corner "She has a bad influence on you"
"Please forgive her, Dinah. She is also going through tough times"
"...How about your dreams, you still see them?"
"Ever since I stopped seeing Vince 2 months ago, the nightmares are more intense... sometimes I can't breathe in my sleep"
"What was it again!"
"A house on fire"
The same day past midnight on the vicious part of Manhattan city, specifically on one of the famous nightclubs that belongs to the Yakuza.
On the 2nd private VIP floor, a young man walked across the trail of bloody corpses lying everywhere in a narrow short corridor leading to a spacious room with the same bloody characteristics of the corridor. The young man -wearing black clothes and big black boots with many hidden pockets under his outfit. He hid most of his face under his hoodie- stopped ahead of a fallen fella who also got a sip of lead in his side by the young man's pistol. The man shouted, "you mad fucker, do you know who I am or where are you?"
The boy under his black hoodie smiled and threw away his pistol then took off his jacket and put it on some other corpse.
The man stuttered "You're a contractor... who was it? The Triads or The Bratva. I'll triple whatever they gave you. Just don't kill me"
The boy slowly pulled out two hidden short swords strapped to his back. The boy looked down then scratched the back of his head "what now... what now, yes, I remembered. He said to leave a mark but none of you are alive anymore. I'd just leave it here on you"
"Don't you dare touch me, you've no idea what you just stepped into, brat" shouted the man threatening but the boy shot wide his eyes more intimidating
"Actually, I don't care. I never stepped into any of this shit, it was you who pulled me into your fucken world" The boy turned with shear anger and doom-spilling eyes
"NOW, I'M GONNA PULL THE BIG THING DOWN. I'M GONNA BRING THE WHOLE FUCKEN DISEASE CORRUPT TEMPLE DOWN ON YOUR HEADS & IT'S GONNA BE PUBLICAL"
The boy in quick flash move made a big bloody ⛌ mark on the wall then fired it up with oil then turned to the man who was trembling with knotted tongue "Y.. you.. you were dead. You can't be"
"I let you say your last words, that was your death wish, now give me your life"
The boy pierced the man's both eyes with his two blade then shot 2 bullets in the wide glass facade of the office then threw his body through the glass to the clubbing crowded area downstairs unaware of the mayhem occurring upstairs. He crashed down the recording cam behind him then he dropped the blades and took a long breath then lain among the corpses with a big smile curled on his lips like a maniac engulfing in his darkness.
A group of 5 with guns ran up as the other forces came... officers surrounding the place, NYPD Manhattan police entered the nightclub asking witnesses and examining corpses. Then two men: one older with blonde hair, not excluded from white threads too. While other younger expressionless Asian man with black hair down to his ears, never taking off his sunglasses. They all stood among the corpses on the 2nd floor.
The head detective called "Hey, you two what are you doing?"
The youngster showed him his FBI badge while the senior agent asked, "what happened!"
"Oh... Feds" they were welcomed with a grumbling sigh.
"Yes, your pain in the ass. I asked a question, better answer quickly" the impatient senior agent asked.
"It was an undercover operation in the district"
-An Hour earlier, in the same place-
3 men entered after they passed the heavy frisking of the two buffed guards on the door, followed them 2 ladies in fancy dresses... after they all went in different directions and mingled through the massive crowd of dancing couples and junkies and strippers on stage before the loud DJ and colourful crystal ball dangling from the ceiling, pumping ecstasy to the minds of the youth.
"Everyone in position," said one of the men in his earpiece.
"Alpha 2 in position.."
"Alpha 3 in position"
"Alpha 4 in position"
"Alpha 5 in position.. Sir, there is a youngster on the door leading to the 2nd floor to the Yakuza HQ"
"Do not move," called the leader, "I see him, he doesn't have a case. He might be another junkie. Let him be"
A few minutes later, out of blue, a mutilated dead body was thrown down from above through the -soundproof- one-way see-through glass of the HQ office on the 2nd floor.
The angry FBI special agent called looking at the broken camera "I can't believe you still didn't crack this case"
"Hey, we just got here and there is no cracking, they are Yakuza. And that's Chinatown. It's a gang war as usual"
"John" called the other FBI agent "one is alive here"
John, the much older and stopped smiling long time ago turned to the fatally injured man "Who did this!"
"Please kill me... before he comes back"
"Who... tell me now" John held the man roughly, but the man barely pointed at the wall before he passed away.
John looked to the burned ⛌ mark on the wall and fainted.
the other agent grunted "It's him, that's his MO"
One of the detectives chuckled "Who... that X mark, please. You don't believe in this shit__" the man stopped immediately as he saw John preying down on him with a fierce glare. He turned his eyes calling "... What did you find Joey?"
The multi-talented under shades brought out his laptop & connected it to the camera "I got the tape until the crash"
The detective beside the 5 undercover agents and John & Joey kept watching in a stare at the incidents that went under their nose. And as they watched, those who were present couldn't fathom that was going on without their notice.
A young man who swiftly broke the neck of the door keeper then pulled out his semi auto gun killing every one of them without a single miss-shot then he stopped before the boss and marked his sign and brutally killed the man then crashed the camera.
The leader of the undercover agents "that's impossible we got up here in 40 seconds after the Yakuza boss was thrown down. There is no way he escaped"
John asked "you!!"
"Lucas" -The undercover team leader- replied proudly.
"Get me the exact number of the yakuza members that gathered here tonight"
"They were 16... but we moved 17 corpses"
Joey looked to John after making a call to the hospital "We've got a situation at the morgue, Sir"
The detective pulled up his sleeve "that's gonna be a rough case"
"No. None of you're coming. It's an FBI case now. Lucas, you're on my team"
"By whose order!" the detective in charge called irked.
John glared at him "the mayor, the president. Take your pick"