I own nothing from Sin City.

The big brute sits next to me in silence. "You can put the radio on if you want," I tell him. He puts on a station that's all rock and metal. I turn the music down to human levels. He studies his father's gun. "You ever use one of those before?" I ask him.

Then like a pro, he removes the clip, checks it, slides it back in, pulls back on the slide, and takes off the safety. "Nope," he tells me.

A part of me really wishes he was being sarcastic. "So...how do you know my name?" I ask.

"After Grams passed, a girl named Nancy began taking care of me. She said that it was like repaying my dad in a way. He always took care of her. She used to strip in a bar you and dad hung out at," he answers.

"Kaddies," I say. Nancy, the angle stripper turned lawyer.

"Yeah. From how concerned you were for Miho and how tight you were with Gail, your the only person I could think you could be," he says.

I let his somewhat confusing words sink in. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"34th and Lindon," he tells me again.

I roll my eyes, "Yes I know. What are you going to do once we get there?"

"Kill some people," he answers nonchalantly.

"Why?" I ask him. "Do they have Nancy?"

"No, she's out of town right now. There is this girl, May, shes a runaway. Nancy had been letting her stay with us. Well today some guys came to our place to take her back to her parents. Guess she didn't run far enough," he says.

"Her parents coming to get her is...,"

"Her father rapes her. May's mom knows but she doesn't care. I care," he says.

I look into his eyes. He's still a kid. Still has a lot of innocence left. Innocence is a precious commodity in life, once you lose it you can never really get it back. "Have you ever killed anyone before?" I ask him, knowing the answer, "It isn't easy."

"I have too," he tells me.

As he sits there he closes his eyes and rubs a funny looking cross that he wears around his neck. "Praying for forgiveness already?" I ask him.

"Its not a cross. Its a hammer," he explains. Well he would have problems with the church wouldn't he, "and I'm not praying for forgiveness. I'm asking for them to watch."

Before I can ask him anything else we're there. He gets out of the car and enters the high rise. I follow him. We stroll through the lobby to the elevator. After the door closes he immediately press the button for the floor. "How do you know which floor?" I ask him.

"I got a hold on one of the guys that came for May. He was nice enough to answer a few questions before I let him go," Cliff explains.

My body tensed, afraid of an ambush. "You let him go?!" I ask him.

"Calm down Dwight. He won't be talking for a few months," he assures me.

The elevator keeps going up, pass the normal people. To the people that can afford a whole floor to themselves. People who can afford to hire guards and arm them. Arm them well. I pull out my guns and wait for the trouble to begin.

The door finally opens onto a narrow hallway. It only goes to one door, and in front of it sits a man holding a shotgun. Quickly and silently, Cliff zips down the hallway and takes him out. Cliff's about to break down the door, when I gently stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Instead I softly knock on the door. The door opens revealing another guard, who blinks in surprise once before Cliff noiselessly pounces on him.

We continue into the condo. The place looks empty, there's no sign of another living soul. Until we catch two voices coming from the right. We find the door leading to the room the voices are coming from. We listen. "Go have fun, just make it quick. We have a party to go to tonight," a woman's voice says.

"Make it quick? I just got the little bitch back. I promised I would maker her suffer if she ever got away. You know I like to keep my promises," a man's voice answers. We hear two clicks, a door sliding open. Then the door sliding closed, and another two clicks.

All of a sudden the door that we're listening through opens. The beautiful woman who opened it blinks as three large handguns are pointed at her face. "Can I help you?" she asks.

"May, where is she?" Cliff asks.

She shrugs, "Turn that lamp and that door slides open. It leads to the room where he takes her. Please leave a recognizable corpse so it can be easier for me to get the life insurance," May's mother tells us.

"That lamp?" Cliff asks. She nods her head. Then Cliff shoots her in the face. As I stare wide eyed at the corpse he turns the lamp. After the door opens he turns back and looks at me, "You coming?" He asks.

We are down the hall and through the door quickly. In the room a young girl, May, is chained to the wall. A middle aged man stands naked in front of her, "I'm not to be disturbed," he says. Then he dies. Cliff starts firing, then I follow. Gladys and both my guns are empty before we're done.

Cliff walks over, unchains the girl, and wraps his coat around her. He then picks her up and carries her out of that hell hole.