Prologue
5:00PM
"Yes, I know. You'll have it by tomorrow. Have to go now!" and with that, Victor Creed clicked off his cellular phone.
Most people would be planning to go out for some fun on a nice evening like this, but not Victor Creed. He was standing in an alleyway between two tall buildings. The chance of his conversation being interrupted was next to impossible. No one ever walked through a foreboding place such as this.
"Just stick to the plan boy, and you'll get your money," said Creed.
"Yeah, I'm going to pick her up right now," said the boy hesitantly. "I don't understand why you need h…"
The look on Victor Creed's face made the boy stop in midsentence. Creed had a way with people and it was hardly ever cordial.
"I don't got time for yer stupid questions kid!" snarled Creed, teeth barred. "Just do yer damn job!"
"Alright. I'm going," said the boy, leaving rather quickly.
Questioning Victor Creed was never a good idea. People had a way of getting hurt or killed around him.