Vance is sharpening his knives, sitting on a dumpster, when I find him and run up to him, out of breath. "Where's Matthias?" I ask. "Woah! Alexei, chill for a second," Vance says. "Did someone say my name?" Matthias says, walking up behind me. "Great. You're here. I need your help," I say. They both look at me, confused. "Follow me. I gotta run home to grab something."
I grab the rifle from the house and run back outside to meet Vance and Matthias. They look at me, surprised. "Do you know how I can find them?" I ask, holding up a photo I took of the mens' car. Matthias looks at the photo and laughs. "How did you get this?" He asks, looking at me. "This is the most notorious gang in the area. You don't wanna mess with them, Alexei," "I can't not. They killed him," I say back. "Killed who?" Vance interjects. I respond by saying his name. "Mr. Sergei." "I—I'm so sorry, Alexei. We can try our best, but I can't guarantee revenge," Matthias says. I nod and grin. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go,"
It takes us a while to find the gang. The sky is dark, with only the street lights to help us see. "There they are," Vance whispers. I look to where he's pointing and see one of the men from that day talking with a few other people. Members of the gang, I assume. I can feel the rage I had kept bottled up for the past six years start to come out again. It's not a nice feeling. It takes everything to hold back such a strong desire for revenge. "Let's take a few minutes to rest and then attack," Matthias suggests. We lean against a nearby brick wall, trying to look inconspicuous next to the gangsters. If we slip up and reveal ourselves before we're ready to attack, then we'll likely all end up dead. Haha, it's gonna be the other way around, I think. They're about to pay for what they did to Mr. Sergei.
"Hey! You three over there!" Oh my gosh. One of the gangsters is walking up to us. I guess he thought we were a bit too suspicious looking. I try to hide the rifle in my hand, but he sees it, realizing why we're there. "Guys! Get over here, these kids think they can take us down," He calls his comrades over and I realize how much of a dumb idea this was. Addressing us, he says, "You're about to meet your maker, punks," We steel ourself as we prepare to fight for our lives.