"No need to fret," Mr White said, "I was only asking out of curiosity."
"You see...from the least to the greatest, every and all Cities in our world today, are ruled and governed by decisions meted out by a Council of four- the four MAJOR families- 'The Big Four'.
At least...that's how everybody sees it."
Trevor gave a nod. "I see."
"But the truth is, we only make suggestions, we don't make the decisions. We're just the face; The real big four are the most powerful gangs: Red Viper, Lupus, Lotus and Dead Skull."
On hearing the name 'Dead Skull', Trevor had a change in expression, "I'm sorry, did you just include Dead Skull?"
"Yes," Mr White said, "In fact, every member of the "Big Four Families' (B.F.F), is, one way or the other, in an alliance with one of the "Big Four Gangs' (B.F.G)
And the gang in collusion with we the Albastrums...is the Dead Skull."
At this point, Trevor had no words. He was beyond stunned, 'Wow...just, wow!"
"Anyways," Mr White continued, "Judging from all Sylvia said, I'm guessing you have no plans of returning to Suicide City.
And maybe, look forward to starting a new life here at Paradise, correct?" Mr White asked, looking at Trevor.
"For now, yes," Trevor replied still wondering just how the gang he created as an aide during one of his missions back then grew to be a commanding force.
'Kyle's doing a great job then, I guess.' He thought.
"In that case, you might want to consider joining a guild, no?"
Trevor took in a sharp breath before exhaling as he took his hands off the rail, putting it behind his head.
"Lemme guess, you run a Guild, or you're in partnership with one, so you want to use this opportunity to hire me...?"
"Exactly so, Trevor," Mr White replied, putting his hands in his pockets as his clothes flapped in the wind, "So what do you say?"
"Do I get to kill a lot?"
Mr White chuckled, "Well, that's what the job is all about."
"Then I see no reason why not," Trevor replied, his hands in the air.
"Very well. There'd be a City-wide practical test tomorrow; depending on how well you perform, all sorts of Guilds would try to poach you.
Don't worry, I won't feel offended if you choose another Guild over mine."
---
After the brief conversation with Mr White, Trevor decided to retire for the night, maybe sort everything relating to the system then rest before tomorrow.
He had been told that his room, where he'd be staying for as long as he desired in the mansion was on the third floor, the second door on his left.
"Climbing those stairs was such a hassle. Can't believe there are no elevators in such a big house," Trevor complained as he reached out for the handles, about to open the door.
But before he could get a good grasp on the handle, the door opened on its own causing Trevor to blink twice.
BLINK BLINK
'Automatic?'
Just then Trevor felt a soft tug on his black pants.
'Hm?'
'A baby?'
Crouching down, Trevor tried to pick the baby up, "And you must be the toddler."
"Huh?"
"Did the baby just...dodge?"
SWIPE SWIPE SWIPE
CRASH!
BAM!
After several failed attempts, knocking over a few hanging photos and shattering some vases, Trevor finally caught the baby.
Holding the baby up in the air, he said, "And you're supposed to be a baby? You seem more like an old hag in a toddler's body."
OUCH!
DROP!
Holding his red fingers, Trevor looked at the baby boy who looked back at him with warning eyes.
"What the hell did you that for?!" Trevor asked expecting the baby to start crying.
But to his greatest surprise..." You ask me? What the fuck were you thinking chasing me around and calling me an old hag?!"...
The baby responded in a thick British accent that almost sounded like Trevor himself as it waved its Teddy bear, who was dressed in a purple suit and white beanie.
"You can talk!" Trevor exclaimed.
"Ah! You can talk," Dami said, mimicking Trevor in a funny voice, "Of course, I can; I'm human, you empty-headed dumb-fuck!"
"I'm Damien by the way, Damien Albastrum," Dami introduced before pointing to his Teddy bear, "And this is Mr Robert, Robert Albastrum."
"He is the youngest, not I!...now carry me," Dami said as he stretched his hands towards Trevor.
'And here I was, thinking I could get a good night's sleep...sigh.' Trevor thought as he picked Damien up and walked into his new room.
[Don't be like that, I like the young stud already]
---
Early the next morning, Trevor got up with groping eyes, as he staggered round the whole place.
"Babysitting is no joke, really..."
[Well...free practical lessons onboard]
"Oh, shut up."
"The lad had me running all around like he was the boss; he isn't even the owner of the room."
" I successfully evolved to a full-fledged Manticore, which, for some odd reason, made my natural skin oily and a bit on the golden brown side.
I was initially disappointed with the evolution but now, I clearly am stronger than ever. I'd just kill a few beasts, increase my wealth and buy whatever skills I need later. "
"For now, I leave this room with all the trouble it came with," Trevor said as he headed for the door, fully dressed in an all-black faux leather suit.
Opening the door, though, he let out the biggest sigh he had ever done in his entire life, "Hello, Dami...ugh."
Holding the dual toy guns he had managed to get from Trevor and Mr Robert on his back,
Damien took large strides and said, "You weren't thinking of leaving me all alone here now, were you?"
"Of course not, how is Robert doing?"
"Robert!?" Dami exclaimed, "It's 'Mr Robert!!!"
---
Stepping down the long circular stairs with Dami on his shoulder, aiming at the walls as he played with his toy guns.
Trevor met a middle-aged-looking lady with a motherly aura and a warm smile on her face.
It was none other than Mrs Zina Albastrum, the mother of the house.
"Someone's up already? And I see you've met Damien, quite a handful he is at times," Mrs Zina said, giving Trevor a pat on his other shoulder.
"Good morning Mrs Zina," Trevor said, walking towards the door," I wasn't informed the toddler could talk."
"Hm?" Mrs Zina had a blank look on her face as Damien began speaking gibberish and acting drunk.
"Goo-goo gah-gah!?"