-- Disclaimer: Same as last chapter --

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Night Watch

- The Next Night -

"So this is it, huh?"

Crimson glanced at his paper once more then turned his face up to the house in front of him. "Yep... This is his place..."

It was once again nightfall in NY City, but here the streetlights were so overused that he wondered how anyone ever got any sleep. Although, he supposed, that was the rich folks good use of all their money... Spending it on so many streetlights just so they could spend more on high security systems and thick curtains to block out the light and the sounds of the police cars that patrolled the area often. Crimson shook his head and slid the paper into his pocket once more.

"How you gonna get inside to kill him?"

A fellow gang member had asked to come along for the night, curious about the assassination and Crimson had agreed initially but was now regretting his decision. The man was turning out to be nothing but a nuisance.

"I'm gonna climb the wall, go to his door, ring the doorbell and when he answers, I'm gonna ask if I can kill him. That work for you?" He asked sarcastically, hands on his hips as he turned towards the other.

"I don't think that would work well, Jace."

Silence fell for a moment before Crimson raised a hand and smacked the other flat across the face, causing him to yelp out in pain.

"One, your a dumbass and two, I told you to never call me that. Understand?"

He snarled, the last word half growled out between clenched teeth as his cold eyes stared the other down. The man simply nodded, cringing slightly when he touched his cheek.

"Besides..." He continued, his voice turning softer as he turned back towards the house. "Why in hell would I tell you my plans anyways? Unless you plan to snitch on me?" His head turned towards the other man once more, his eyes boring into the others accusingly.

"N..no... no! I'd never snitch on you!" The other half yelled in fear as he watched his leaders hand move slowly towards his gun.

"Good... Cause you know what would happen if you did..." He removed his gun from under his trenchcoat, holding it loosely in the other mans direction.

"Y... you'd kill me..." He stuttered and Crimson nodded. "You're damn right I'd kill you. I could drop you right here and not feel a thing... Do you understand that?"

The man nodded as he stared into the others eyes, too scared to look away.

"Ye... yes sir..."

Crimson nodded, satisfied, and put his gun back under his coat.

"Well Berkley..." He said softly, staring back at the house once more. "You and I will have to have a meeting sooner or later... Preferably sooner so I can get this over with..."

"Yeah, we could use the money." The other spoke out and Crimson swept his hand aside, smacking the side of his face again without even shifting his glance.

"Shut up." He said simply, staring at the dark house beyond the well lit porch and yard. The other fell silent, glaring at his leader from the corner of his eyes.

"Maybe tomorrow..." Crimson continued quietly. "Sometime soon Berkley, you'll have a special guest waiting for you when you get home. We'll have a little talk..."

With that, he tore his gaze away from the house and stared down the street, watching a cop car as it turned the corner of the next block.

"Let's go..." He whispered, stepping out of the streetlights back into the comfortable darkness of the night, his parting words left floating on the cool night breeze.

"See you tomorrow... My prey..."

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