Chapter 2- Mysterious Curiosity

The bodies were dumped in medical dump; of course, they left it to the professionals to make it seem something from that sort. The club was owned by Chaos since he was born buying practical companies. "So, who's your date for the ball?" Lidia asked as she smiled sweetly at both of the men. Chaos just grumbled, "Iris." Loki blinked and said, "Someone." Lidia pouted and Chaos said she could go with Matthew. All he received was a punch to the mouth.

"I would love to talk about the ball, but it would be best to look up who the leader of Winged Complex is." Loki suggested as the other two would shut up. "Agreed," Chaos replied, "First, we should look up valuable info dealers. Heard anyone worth hearing from, Lidia?" Lidia said, "Um, there are five possible ones. We could split up and search." She was just trying to pair up with Loki. Both of the men nodded. The flamed head said, "Okay. Tomorrow. Loki and I have some business to attend to." The girl nodded.

The night was coming soon. Loki was going to get his motorcycle and had given the directions to Chaos. As the assassin leader drove in his car, he saw parts of the city. He finally arrived to his penthouse which was luxurious of course. Then he retrieved his motorcycle. The bike was blue with stripe spiked along the sides with a cross on the back, skull hands were painted on the front sides, and a small wolf was painted on the right handle. His helmet had the same decorations except for the skull hands. Two gloves with decorative crosses on each of them were slipped on his strong yet smooth hands. The gloves were given to him by a special friend. As he drove off, he saw a small boy along with a man who seemed to be in his twenties like himself. The small boy smiled so genuinely, if only he knew what actually happens through the world. His smile reminded of Fenris. He shook his head and sped off. She's gone and hopefully off with a better life. But it's impossible to escape the life of being a member of the triad. Though…

Chaos had already arrived to the club in his motorbike. His was decked with orange, red, yellow, and white colors. There were a small dragon circling itself in the middle of the front, wings from a phoenix on the sides, and flames streaked across the whole thing. His gloves were just plain black though his helmet was almost the same as his vehicle. In thirty minutes or so, he met up with Loki. At least, six or eight racers including them were lined down the slender road that leaded into the tunnel. It was a two or one mile race. A few looked like first timers from looking side to side so many times as if they were trying to fan off upcoming the wind. Loki made sure no one was there with a weapon or so and examined the racers just in case.

A woman in tight small clothes stood in a middle of a gap with a red flag in her hand. She held it high and then after at least twenty seconds, she threw the flag down. All the racers drove off instantly. It was only a one lap race nothing serious like the sport. Loki was gaining third or second and Chaos was in fourth. They barely were at their full speed since they had their hands on anything that made their rides faster. After all the other competitors were out of their way, they were in their full speed. Now, their only obstacle in their way was the one in first place. He was pretty fast and seemed he was rich from how his bike was. They were almost near the finish. The others that were lagging along were long behind and were out of sight. In the moment of speeding so fast, the mysterious racer pulled out something out of his front case. A gun appeared in his hands and started to shoot at the two. Loki dodged it. Both Chaos and Loki had bullet proof helmet glass and the same glass on their motorcycles.

Loki glared through his shaded helmet. I knew something like this would happen. He pulled out a small gun (Like James Bond. Dun, dun, dun!). As the racer went back to driving, Loki and Chaos started to shoot. Unfortunately, the shooter easily managed to dodge each one of them. Chaos was surprised. He must be work for Winged Complex or hired. They both stopped shooting and speeded off. The finish line was in sight. They were neck and neck. But the winner was the mysterious shooter. The shooter turned to stop and threw a piece of cloth to them. Chaos managed to catch it. It had a symbol of wings and a cross encircled with a decorative circle. He tightened on his grip on the cloth. He also glared along with Loki. This means being allies with each other will not be takened.

In the morning, both of them rode off to Odin since it was their meeting for once a week. The mansion was so lavish. And they call it a vacation home. Loki sweat dropped at the thought. We had better get all the information we can get on Winged Complex. They will not be takened lightly but neither will we. The mansion had three gardens: one on the left, right, and back. A statue of a dragon and a phoenix entangling with each other stood tall in the middle of the small flowerbed in the middle the entrance. Both of them walked inside the mansion and stood outside of Odin's office. It was no doubt that Odin had heard about the attack since whenever Chaos got in trouble Odin would hear it in a heartbeat through the grapevine.

"Come in, now."

His voice was stern and strong. Odin was not a person to fool. The two entered silently and sat down on the two chairs as Odin was sitting in his favorite office chair. "So, I hear you two were attacked while racing," Odin said. Loki nodded, "We assumed that it was a member from the Winged Complex." Chaos gave his father the cloth. Odin held it as he examined it carefully. "I can tell you this that Winged Complex does not hire any assassins. They like to handle things into their hands. The leader is Korean like us all (The manga is Korean). But they haven't made a move for quite awhile until now," informed Odin. They both nodded. "And, Chaos, don't forget…" Odin said. Chaos replied dully, "The Dragons' Golden Ember ball, I know." Odin gave a gruff approval by a slight nod and a mumble. They were sent off and had enough for the day.