LOCATION: A RESIDENCE.
Thirty minutes after the unfortunate incident of the burning bar, the remainder of the once feared [Street Tigers] returned from their clandestine activities to witness a sight unforgettable to them.
A black burnt building stood in place of their once beautiful hideout. Yellow tappings stretched around the entire premises which detared them from moving closer to the unhinged scene.
Rage boiled within them which they released in all sorts of exorbitant ways. Cursing, punching walls, drinking, smoking, eating?, And the rest.
Markus DeAndre took it the worst. He built the establishment from the ground up with his funds intending for it to be a perfect safe haven for him and his men shielding them from the prying eyes of the police. But here it was. Reduced to mere rubbles.
Markus promised vengeance. But who could have done this?. Where would he begin to find the perpetrators of this hinous act. It looks like he was dealing with a hidden enemy right under his nose. For the enemy knew him but he did not know the enemy.
All he could do at this point was to lay low and keep vigilant. He had a suspicion that one of his men would be involved in this act.
The enemy could have a insider within his ranks.
With nothing left to do, Markus returned home.
*SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH*
Tables overturned, chairs broken, cabinets fallen. Everything that had mass and occupied space was trampled upon by Markus.
Wood splinters littered the floor mixing themselves with the broken glass shards on the floor.
A distressed Markus could not help but feel his rage burn brighter the more he thought about his situation. Knowing that your enemy knew you but you did not, was one the worst situation a man could find himself.
An enemy in the open can be fought but that which is out of sight cannot be fought.
A declaration of war and he, Markus, could not fight back; so much for being tigers.
He could feel it. After the incident, his hold over the territory was slipping. Parties were beginning to talk back and the threat of the rival gangs still loomed over his head.
'Sigh. Fuck this. I need a drink'.
His frustration soothed a bit, Markus opted for a liquor drowning moment. He would continue like this until he found a solution to his problems.
*RING* *RING* *RING*
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LOCATION: DE SINCLAIR HOME
Adrian on the other hand, returned home. Sharing the new with the house excluding the twins.
They all had varying takes about the incident. Vivian was partly disturbed but, she knew it was necessary. Pierce tried to show a strong front but failed woefully. Mickelson had seen worse, so he took it like a warrior.
All in all, they had no objections on the matter.
That night, Adrian thought further about his plans. The second phase was complete without any hitch but that was not to say there wouldn't be any. He knew time only mattered and he would be found out one way or another.
He had to be ready. He had to be ahead two paces of his opp.
For that, only time would speak.
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Dawn arrived. Bringing with itself, beautiful golden and red hue. Painting the city in its marvelous colors. Also chasing the night demons away.
A new day broke. And things needed to be done.
Adrian awoke with mild gusto. Today, all materials for the new grow room would arrive. Nothing excited him more than evolution. Evolving from a run down grow room to one more advanced than the last was simply thrilling