You mean everything
That is it
He walked as stealthily as possible in the dimly lit and grim alleys of the New York city. There was very little light in the alley and most of the street lamps were broken. The teen was dressed in dark clothes so that he camouflaged better, the entire success of his plan and his sacrifices depended on the fact that he should never be discovered.
He had left his van few yards away from where he was and was quite unnoticeable. He checked his watch it was half past midnight 'it was almost time' he thought. He hid behind the big garbage can in the alley that was darker than the rest. And then he began to wait, at the first instance when it came to waiting part he got restless very soon but by now it was a routine affair and he had grown used to it.
After a couple of minutes he heard the unmistakable sound of approaching cars, very carefully he craned his neck to get a better view. Two Mercedes one black and the other dark blue with tinted windows were approaching from the opposite ends of the alley which was broad enough to allow the cars to enter, the two cars came to a dead stop 20 or so feet from each other.
The teen ran his sweaty hands through his dark brown hair as five men from each car came out. The teen began to hear intently as the men spoke
"Have you brought the stuff" said the man from the black Mercedes apparently he was the leader
"Yes! It is right here" came the reply from the leader of the blue Mercedes
"Good, you will get the payment only after I have seen the stuff my own self" said the man
the men from the opposite sides came face to face with each other, the teen found it hard to figure faces on which side registered more hatred. The teen wasn't aware of their names and designated the men as blue and black Mercedes.
The leader of the black Mercedes shouted out
"You! I should have known. You are trying to sell the stuff which belongs to the gang, trying to make money for yourself"
"Ha!! Who is this talking? The man, who is standing in this dark alley in front of a potential customer with three million dollars. I hope you are not starting a business for you and your buddies, and provided the capital is coming from the money of the gang, am I right there Steve"
"Watch your mouth. How come these words of wisdom are falling out from the mouth of the man who never considered 'Zera' a potential leader for the gang? Touched a nerve Sean?"
Said Steve as Sean's face had lost its entire colour. But quickly enough Sean's face had turned a very bright shade of red.
"That is past tense Steve. I am now fully faithful to 'Zera'. Wonder can I say that about you."
Said Sean.
"How dare you?? How dare you put such a filthy blame on me" said Steve as he began to advance menacingly towards Sean.
Steve and Sean's cronies who hadn't uttered a word till now were now in action with Sean's shielding Sean from Steve.
"Don't give us a chance to hurt you, Mr. Steve. We are more than capable" said Sean's cronies rubbing their knuckles.
"Oh yes! Do you think we are weak chickens" said Steve's cronies who have also moved up in their stance.
"Well. Let us see" as soon as those words were out of Sean and Steve's mouth a huge brawl followed. There were sounds of punches, kicks, loud cursing, and enormous amounts of baseless blames.
The teen had been standing there listening to all this and was finding it impossible to control his laughter as only he was the one who understood the entire situation.
It was no longer safe for the youth to remain standing as much as he would have liked to enjoy some more fun but he knew it was time for phase B. carefully he moved out of the alley 'anyways the bad guys are too busy fighting to notice an inconspicuous lad like me" the youth thought.
The boy knew that there was a phone booth nearby, as he was always very well prepared for the night of action. He quickly punched the all too familiar numbers and after two dial tones he was received by a prompt answer in spite of the lateness of the hour.
"No need to ask who this is? Just trace this call as soon as you can. I am standing five blocks away from a dozen gang members. Along with that they have 3 million dollars and brown sugar and drugs worth the same. Reach here quick before they kill each other off" said youth.
"I guess we are having this call from our friend Mr. H. why don't you tell us your true identity?"
Came an answer from the other side
"Forget it officer just be here" said the youth and slammed the phone down
The youth took off on a run, as he could here the unmistakable sounds of the wailing police sirens. The youth had made sure that the bad guys were standing in such a narrow alley that it was near impossible for them to escape.
He kept on running until he reached his van, just when the words 'FREEZE' were out of the cops mouth the youth hit the gas and was off.
The youth was standing in his comfortably furnished apartment in front of the life size mirror, looking at his 6ft 1 frame and all the while running his hands through his dark brown hair still wet from the showers.
"Well! I think I am getting close to the task of finishing this affair once and for all. Even Zera must be aware of my warm breathe on neck. Zera is no slouch, though she is unaware of my true identity now but it is about time Zera will discover me. I cannot afford that I need to finish this task before she finds me" said the youth to himself.
"I need help. I think she is the one 'Nancy Drew' "