Rai returned to his small empty room to lay his dizzy head on the pillow and as he closed his eyes, his demons came to visit...
...Rai woke up again in that place he always imagines, in the darkness he finds himself holding a sword against another man standing on top of him with another sword. A third old man in a wheel chair calling from a corner hiding in the darkness "…Look at yourself. Thrown away, discarded by others with no hope or happiness. You know there is no exit of this and you know this as the truth you embrace it along your fight in this combat, you fight not to win, you fight to earn your breath. Life is a battle... Remember suffering exists only; because weakness exists. You must hate all weakness. Hate it in others, but most of all hate it in yourself"
"Aarrrgghhh.." Rai woke up breathing at spaces, eluding his demons. He opened his closet and pressed a hidden button inside. A rolling door rolled down. Then Rai treaded carefully and took the leading stairs downwards to enter a secret hideout. Underground, it was spacious 7×4 m2, empty floor but well-guarded and heavy armoured. Under the floor, several bags of money were found. Rai reached for a gun from the wall then he threw a blanket on the floor. He lain down and swallowed a bill with a dragon signature on it in a try to soothe the rampant storm inside his head.
Meanwhile, in the deep turf of Chinatown, at one of the fancy restaurants residing under the protection of the most fearsome sector ruling the dark side of the city... The small calm place was not crowded most of the time, as it was in fact a secret safe for the Triads to collect their money, so just few old couples of geezers were sitting playing mahjong under an old light lamp. While the real guys hidden in the darkness were sitting packed with guns eating special noodles and drinking beers. Suddenly 6 armed men covered in black masks entered the restaurant late at night, two guarded the door while others pushed the customers outta the backdoor but not all of them were customers. They pulled 3 men with wild tattoos spreading over their bodies one of them shouted "You wops, you think you can steal from us. Do you know who we are!"
One of the assailants uncovered his face -he was an Italian with big figure and short curly brown hair- and smiled "Actually we know, the Triads" he shot the 3 men then turned to the owner "you now pay to the Bratva"
"But they__" -Gun cocks- the old owner stopped talking as the gun nozzle were pointed at his skull.
"You worry about the money; we worry about protection" he turned to his men "Take care of the corpses and you two stay here and be free to use the new models" he gave them two cases. The men opened them to see a new kind of modified machine guns.
In the middle of the rough windy airport's fly-out, a redhead woman stood elegantly in deep red fancy dress matching her hair with only black fur coat covering her shoulder. She had 3 guys as her crowd looking at the private jet landing before her. A black man -from African origin- in a white suit with white hat and original alligator leather shoes so fashionable, walked down the stairs from his personal jet and a table was immediately set for a deal to be processed. Both sides sat alternatively.
"Hello Nigel, how was your flight?" the woman smiled as she crossed her leg and leant forward showing a bit of cleavage.
The man smiled "Good, I see you're still a sneaky bitch, Flames"
The two men behind her reached out for their guns so did Nigel's men but Flames raised her hand stopping them.
He leant back arrogantly "Oh, I see you had the boys under your spell. Puppets from your father?"
"I don't need them to shoot you"
"Hahahahaha"
Flames instantly pulled out a knife from her purse and pulled the man's arm pinning the knife under his neck "I took the old man out of the game, It's mine now"
"You crazy bitch. You know what will my big brother do?"
Flames let the man's neck and laughed "where are your guns?"
"Huff... here, where is the money!"
"Chico" she called, so the man beside her stepped forward with a blooded bag.
Nigel's eyes widened as he slowly opened it and fell off his chair screaming, the bag fell along and a chopped head rolled out.
".. brother!!" Nigel screamed.
"Yes. Here is your deal take it or die" she stood bluntly.
"You... you. Shoot her" the freaked man off his chair cried loudly but for no use as before his men accept the order.
-Bang bang bang- loud gunfire, bullets flew everywhere as some man with spectacles let loose of his -machine gun- killing all Nigel's men from behind.
The man in his spectacles calmly walked with one hand in his pocket and another holding the firing machine gun destroying the table and making sure that the other man never even think of moving an inch.
Nigel turned "Shades!" Then he looked to the woman in charge, "if you kill me... the Russians won't let go, I support them all. They'd come after you__"
"Hahahahaha, ain't you funny Nigel, why would I kill you! You always wanted a seat on the high table, your brother's seat is now empty just like my father's. I stepped up. Isn't it about time you do too?"
"What do you want?" he glared, but she smiled standing over him "Nothing. As always, we do good business just the same"
The woman left with her men. The pilot came running with his gun aiming at her back but Nigel stopped him. The piolet argued "But Nigel!" the man urged but Nigel retorted in a grunt "Do not, she did us favour, besides he promised to take her out in the end. We shall recede"