Daniel was in his bathroom, heaving into the toilet. He vividly remembered the bright red of the man's blood dripping onto the carpet, bits of his brain and shattered bone splattering on the ground behind him. He had actually stepped on bits when he was leaving. Vomiting violently into the toilet again, he gasped for air before flushing the toilet, walked over to the sink and washed his face before looking at himself in the mirror. He looked terrible. His hair was a mess, both from stress and having his helmet on all day and his eyes were bloodshot and alarmingly wide with dark bags underneath.
"You proud of me Mum? Dad? I've gotten involved in one of the biggest shitholes on the planet. I work with ruthless gangsters and a terrifying Russian woman, I collect money from whorehouses, bars and strip clubs and I buy weapons from a church. Just like the future you always wanted for me." He said cynically. "And to top it all off I'm an accessory to murder. Way to go me."
Daniel left the bathroom and collapsed onto his bed, trying to forget what he had seen that night. Trying to get some sleep. But the image of that man he didn't know the name of begging for his life as he pointed an empty gun at his head.
"Just a test. A game. I remember when tests were done on pieces of paper." Daniel spat. "And when games didn't involve people's lives."
He looked over to the crate of smoke grenades and his bulletproof armour hanging on the door. His new work uniform. It was odd to think that most people his age were working in shops or fast food joints or waiting tables in restaurants. Not roller-skating through the blood soaked streets of a city controlled by crime.
"Soon I'll leave this all behind me. I just need to do a few more things."
Eventually, Daniel fell into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
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Bao stood up and looked around the Yellow Flag. The kid had been talking for hours, and the only people still in the bar were himself and Hermes. It was almost time to close up, but he was interested to see where the kid's story was going. Taking a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses, he poured one for himself and another for Hermes.
"So what changed? Why're you still in Roanapur if you hate it here so much?" he asked before drinking the shot.
"Things are rarely that simple. I learned that the hard way." Hermes sighed. "Sometimes even the simplest, best laid plans can go up in smoke in spectacular ways…"
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A few days later after a few miscellaneous jobs and visits to Hotel Moscow for training and lessons, it seemed like god decided to give Daniel a day off. Daniel hadn't received any messages for jobs and he wanted to stay away from guns for a day, so he decided to walk around Roanapur and spend his ill-gotten gains on food and other necessities.
Daniel had just gotten his groceries when he passed by an odd vendor stall. It was a cart filled entirely with teddy bears.
Daniel picked up one of the teddy bears from the cart and examined it further. It was like a ragdoll. Its head never stayed in the right place and it looked a little moth eaten. The bear's glassy eyes stared back at Daniel's questioning the things that he had done.
"Ah, you like bear? I give you one for twenty dollar!" grinned the elderly woman tending to the cart.
He was unsure at first, but the teddy bear continued to stare at him. Silently begging him to take it away from the dirty streets it saw day and night.
"I'll take it." Daniel said, handing over the twenty dollars before gently putting the bear into his messenger bag. "Don't worry little guy. You'll be safe with me."
Daniel then walked back to his apartment, teddy bear in tow. As he went up the elevator, he took the bear out of his bag and started to talk to it.
"You'll like it at my place. It's better than out in the streets." He said.
The bear looked at Daniel with its unblinking glass eyes. It seemed to understand him perfectly.
"You know, I had another teddy bear once. I gave him away because I thought teddy bears were childish and stupid. Now I guess you're a normalcy I'm glad to see."
The bear's eyes seemed to agree with him as the elevator door opened with a ding. Daniel walked into his apartment and closed the door behind him.
"Here it is. Home sweet home." Daniel said, dropping the teddy bear by the door and walking to the kitchen with the messenger bag where he put away all the groceries. "Maybe you should come with me when I leave here. I really should start making a goal. How does a million dollars sound? Yeah. I wouldn't mind going home with a cool million. I could buy a house, get a job as a regular courier, have a good life after I move away from this dump. What do you say, sound good?"
The teddy bear sat motionless, but something about it just radiated agreement.
"Well alright. After we stock up one million dollars, we'll move somewhere nice. Like Hawaii or Fiji. Yeah. Maybe I could get us a private island. That'd be cool."
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Bao looked oddly at Hermes.
"Seriously? You talk with a teddy bear? I didn't even know they sold those things in Roanapur. Humph, a teddy bear, really. Ya big pussy."
"Hey, it was something I needed. Something to remind me of who I was. I didn't want to turn into the kind of person who could only fit in in Roanapur. I needed to cling to my innocence. Fat lot of good that did me on my next job…"
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Daniel took the gun out from its holster and started disassembling it, just like the soldier from Hotel Moscow had taught him. It had been days since he had a well-paying job, and he was bored out of his skull. He carefully cleaned all the parts and oiled those that needed it before putting it back together. He counted how many smoke grenades he had left in his crate and inspected his combat armour for damage. Eventually he grew even more bored and flopped down on his bed.
"Maybe I should buy a TV." He said to his teddy bear before his phone started to ring. Quickly flipping it open, he put it to his ear. "This is Hermes."
"Hey, hey, hey! It's your main man Jackpot Rowan! You remember me, right kid? You collected my take for Mister Chang that one time, remember?"
"Yeah. You tried to get me to work for you with the promise of sex with one of your girls." Daniel said.
"That offer still stands by the way. Anyhow, I've got a job if you're interested."
"So what do you need delivered?"
"There's this shipment of outfits for the girls coming in, I need you to grab it for me." Rowan said. "Now I'm willin' to let you have your way with one of my girls for free for a week if you do this job, but if you're as adamant as ever to keep your virginity intact, I'll be willing to give you five grand. Just pick it up from dock five at noon and bring it back to my place."
"Five grand for sexy costumes? What's the deal here Rowan?" Daniel asked suspiciously.
"Well if I have to be honest, it's not my order per se." Rowan admitted. "It's actually costumes for Club Heart. Can't fuckin' stand those guys! I've already got someone takin' care of their courier. All I need you to grab them kinky outfits and race 'em on back here before Club Heart gets wise."
Daniel thought for a moment before making up his mind. "Five grand you said?" he sighed.
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"Can't believe I'm doing this." grumbled Daniel, adjusting his bulletproof goggles as he waited for the package to come off the boat via conveyor belt. "I remember when I had standards."
"Hey, are you the courier for Club Heart?" shouted a burly man from the boat.
"Yeah!"
"Okay, the package coming is down now!"
A bulging suit bag came down the conveyor belt and dropped onto the ground. Daniel unzipped the bag to inspect its contents and saw that it contained some of the skimpiest, most see through clothes he'd ever seen.
"Alright. Now to get these back to Rowan." Daniel said, rolling up the suit bag before putting it into his messenger bag and skating off.
He had just gotten out of the harbour when things started to go wrong. From out of an alleyway, shots started to ring out, bullets slamming into Daniel's armour. Then several cars stopped and formed a wall on the street and out stepped various gang members armed with pistols, shotguns and submachine guns. Daniel took a grenade from his bandolier and tossed it at the cars. As smoke filled the air so did the sound of gunfire, as the crooks started firing blindly. Daniel dropped low before entering the smoke cloud and vaulting over the hood of a car, accidentally kicking a thug in the face as he did so.
"He's over there!" shouted one as he started to fire where he thought Daniel was.
Skating out of the cloud, Daniel kept his pace before rolling into a back alley for a shortcut. Where he was immediately punched in the chest and sent flat on his back where a heavy boot came down on his chest and a revolver pointed at his face.
"Alright kid, here's the deal. Hand over the package and your brain is gonna stay right where it always has been." The huge black man said, thumbing back the hammer on his revolver.
'I'm getting into this situation more and more lately.' thought Daniel nervously, trying to inch his hand closer to his pistol. 'If I shoot this guy in the leg, it might give me enough time to get away. Or at least get into a position where he can't shoot me.'
"Hey I recognise this kid. It's that heavily armoured fuck from the Rip-Off Church!" shouted a woman's voice. Daniel turned his head and saw Revy looking at him with a nasty grin. "Hey kid. How's life in Roanapur treatin' ya?"
"Could be better." Daniel coughed.
"The package kid. Hand over the package." The black man said irritably.
"Dutch, you know he won't be able to do that with you standing on top of him, right?" Revy said. "And here I thought you were the brains of this outfit."
As Dutch was lifting his foot off Daniel, footsteps echoed from the mouth of the alley. "He's over here! Get 'im boys!"
"Ah shit." Dutch groaned. As the bullets started flying, Dutch heaved Daniel onto his feet and wrapped his arm around his neck, using Daniel as a human shield before returning fire. "Revy!"
"On it!" Revy grinned before drawing her cutlasses and running at the thugs.
"Is she crazy?!" Daniel gasped.
Dutch chuckled slightly. "Boy, you don't know the half of it."
Daniel watched as Revy ducked and weaved around the bullets being shot at her before returning with a hail of her own. One by one they fell like dominoes, a bullet hole in each of their skulls. Blood flowed like a river in the alleyway and by the end of it all, all Daniel could smell was the scent of blood and gunpowder.
Revy walked up to Dutch and Daniel before putting the gun to Daniel's head. "Alright kid here's the deal. You're gonna give up those stripperific costumes and give 'em to us so we can get paid and you keep your life. 'Cause at this distance your fucking armour's not gonna do shit. Comprende?"
As Daniel opened his messenger bag, he wondered what kind of upbringing this woman had to make her become like this. What happened to her to turn her into a monster that cared nothing for other people's lives, whose boots were soaked in blood and coated with ash and dust from broken bones? Who could have done that to her?
Then something occurred to him.
"Wait, I'm not entirely sure you've got the right guy." Daniel said.
"What do you mean?" Dutch asked.
"You're the guys Rowan hired to take care of the Club Heart courier, right?" Daniel asked.
"Wait, so you're not the Club Heart courier?" Dutch asked.
"Shit, we got the wrong guy." Revy cursed, spitting out her stump of a cigarette before lighting a new one.
"Sorry kid. Looks like we made a mistake." Dutch said.
"No problem, though I wish people would stop pointing guns at my head all the time." Daniel said.
"Though if you're not working for Club Heart, why are you going this way? GoofFest is on the other side of town." Revy questioned.
"It is?" Daniel thought before slapping himself on the forehead. "Damn it. I knew I was forgetting something."
"Fucking dumbass." Revy grumbled.
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Daniel was counting out his money on his bed. So far he had close to four hundred thousand dollars.
"Just a couple more jobs and then we can leave here." Daniel said.
Daniel then stared stuffing the money into wads before getting up off the bed and moving to the cupboard and pushing it to the side. It seemed whoever used the room before he did was about as paranoid as he was and built a safe into the wall. After stuffing the money inside, he locked the safe and slid the cupboard back as his phone began to buzz and he flicked it open.
"This is Hermes." Daniel said, collapsing onto his bed.
"Hey kid. It's me, Chang."
"Hello Mister Chang. What can I do for you?" Daniel asked, sitting up.
"Well I heard you had a bit of a run in with Lagoon Company, so I decided to call and see if you were alright." Chang said.
"That's very thoughtful of you Mister Chang."
"Don't mention it. Wouldn't want one of my best couriers out of commission. Anyhow, I've got this little errand I need run and I'm pretty sure you're the perfect guy for the job."
"So what's the job?"
"Word on the street is there's this shipment of guns coming in for the Italian mafia presence here in Roanapur. What they've ordered is four whole freaking crates of RPG 7s. One of my informants also tells me that they're planning to use 'em, but on what I don't know. What I do know is that the results ain't gonna be good for Roanapur. Now as appealing as having some extra firepower on my side is, Lagoon Company is doing some heavy lifting for Hotel Moscow and last I checked, you can't lift four crates loaded with RPGs. So I want you to destroy them." Chang explained. "I'll provide enough C4 required for the job and you'll get forty thousand large for this gig. Not a bad offer, wouldn't you agree?"
"Easier said than done Mister Chang, but I can make it happen. When's the deadline?"
"The shipment's coming in four days from now. You'll get the explosives on the day." Chang said. "Make me proud kid."
"Will do Mister Chang." Daniel said, hanging up.
Daniel was just about to set down the phone when it started ringing again. Pushing the answer button, he put it up to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello Daniel." came the voice of Balalaika. "I've heard you got a job recently."
"Y-yes. Mister Chang just called me."
"Really? What about?"
"I… I'm sorry Miss Balalaika, but I can't tell you." Daniel said. "Professional policy."
"Oh really?" came her disappointed reply. "Daniel, do you know what happens to children when they don't follow the rules laid out by their elders?"
"I have a bad feeling it's got something to do with a very heavy object being hit against my skull." Daniel said.
Daniel heard Balalaika chuckle before answering. "They get disciplined."
Daniel heard his door burst in and he saw two Hotel Moscow soldiers in balaclavas strode towards him before hitting him in the stomach. Daniel felt the air rush out of him as he collided with the wall behind him. As Daniel slid down the wall, the two soldiers started kicking Daniel in the stomach. Daniel coughed and spluttered as he felt hot bile rise up into his throat. Eventually the soldiers stopped and put Daniel's dropped phone up to his ear.
"You see? Now I'm going to give you one last chance Daniel. What did Chang tell you to do?" Balalaika demanded. "And be sure to answer truthfully, or you'll have a frightfully hard time explaining to Chang why you're dead."
As she said this, one of the soldiers pulled out a pistol and cocked it but kept it at his side.
"Chang told me to destroy the Italian Mafia's shipment of weapons. Four crates of RPG 7s." Daniel coughed.
"Really? Well that is an interesting job he gave you." Balalaika said. "However it is such a waste to just destroy those weapons like that. How about I give you an assignment? You can even tell Mister Chang you completed his job and take his money as well if you feel like two-timing the boss of the Triad."
Daniel looked back at the soldier with the gun. It was clear Balalaika wasn't giving him a choice. "Yes Miss Balalaika. Though Mister Chang might send one of his men to keep an eye on me while I do my job."
"We'll take care of that. But here's what you're going to do. You're going to get that shipment off the boat and into a van that will arrive when you have unloaded the shipment. They'll give you your pay of one thousand dollars for your work for me, and afterwards you can collect from Mister Chang."
"Yes Miss Balalaika." Daniel said.
"Excellent. I'm glad we understand each other." Balalaika said coldly. "And remember this. Any further insubordination will result in your death. Do not disappoint me again."
With that, the phone went dead and the two soldiers left, slamming the door behind them. Daniel slowly got up and collapsed onto his bed before looking up at his teddy bear.
"Looks like we're in a whole mess of trouble. If we want to get out of this alive, we'll have to play our cards right."
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Eventually, the day came for the job. Daniel in his combat armour was at the harbour, C4 in his messenger bag, eyes darting all around the harbour, waiting for the boat to dock. Eventually it did, and a huge burly man with a bottle in hand leaned over the side of the cargo ship and looked at Daniel.
"Hey, you ain't the regular courier! What happened to Vinnie?"
"I'm an independent contractor hired by Ronnie the Jaws!" Daniel answered. He just hoped the sailor was drunk enough to believe his lie.
"Too many big words too early in the morning." The drunken captain grumbled. "Alright, we'll get the shipment down. Boys! Get to it!"
As the palette with the crates descended from the boat, the van pulled up.
"Okay kid, you did your end of the bargain, now let the professionals do the rest." Came the voice of the Russian soldier as he and a group of others came piling out.
Daniel watched as the Russians carried the crates into the van before piling in. The side window wound down and the soldier handed Daniel a wad of money before driving off. He was just about to leave when a black car with tinted windows pulled up beside him, the door opened and he was dragged inside.
"Hey kid. Mind explaining to me why those Ivans just drove off with those weapons I wanted destroyed?" Chang asked. Daniel heard the man who dragged him into the car take out and cock his pistol.
"Mister Chang… I-I can explain-" Daniel stuttered, looking up from the car floor as the car started to move.
"Well that's fortunate for you. So start explaining." Chang demanded.
"After you called me about the job Balalaika sent two of her soldiers to interrogate me about it. After they beat the information out of me Balalaika told me that if I didn't obey her orders she would have me killed. I didn't have a choice!"
"But here's the million dollar question. How did she know?" Chang asked, lighting a cigarette and hauling Daniel onto the car seat. "But more importantly, what's she gonna do with 'em?"
"I don't know. It was almost like she was expecting it. Like she knew beforehand. Like it had been planned out." Daniel said.
Chang was silent for a little while, as if mulling over some facts. "You may be onto something there kid."
Daniel wracked his brain trying to figure it out. His room couldn't have been bugged, he had checked every inch in one of his fits of paranoia. Chang started tapping his fingers impatiently on the armrest. Tap, tap, tap… Taps...
"A phone tap. The phone Balalaika gave me is bugged!" Daniel said with a horrible realization. "Damn it, the one thing I didn't check!"
"Well, that ought to do it." Chang said. "She must've planned this out before I even heard about it. They might have been just about ready to go when you got my call. And I suppose that she wanted to test your loyalty to her as well."
"I think I may need to get a new phone." Daniel said, looking at the bugged mobile phone. "It'll raise too much suspicion with Balalaika if I get rid of this one. I think I might need to get another phone for jobs from you Mister Chang."
"Seems like it." Chang said. "Okay kid, I'll be willing to let this one slide. Just as long as something like this doesn't happen again. Be sure to tell me when you get a new phone."
Eventually the car pulled up outside Daniel's apartment block and Daniel got out.
"Thank you for understanding Mister Chang." Daniel said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't mention it kid, it was out of your hands. But next time, be a little smarter alright?"
The car drove off and Daniel walked back to his apartment, thumbing through the thousand dollars from Balalaika while mentally kicking himself.
"God fucking damn it! At this rate I'll never get out of Roanapur. Thought I had hit a goldmine with Chang, but fucking Fryface shafted me." Daniel grumbled to himself. "At least you're still alive. You got out of this one with little more than a slap on the wrist from Chang. It'll be fine. Just keep playing the game and you'll come out on top."
Daniel took the elevator to his room and dropped his messenger bag into a corner before he flopped down on the bed. He had had enough bullshit for one day.
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The next day, Daniel woke early. He desperately needed a day off, but his phone rang. It looked like god was giving him no favours today. It was just a simple package run through the city. Some poor crack-head was willing to pay him over one thousand dollars to transport a single can of tuna to a friend of his. He felt really bad about taking his money and mentally told himself to put it in a plastic zip-lock bag when he got home, but money was money, and he needed a lot of it if he wanted to leave Roanapur.
As the day dragged on, Daniel did several odd jobs around Roanapur, collecting money as he went as well as buying a new phone before sending his new number to Mister Chang. He got just under ten thousand dollars before he decided to head home. While he was skating home, he saw a large column of black smoke rising into the sky. Normally he wouldn't be fussed, but the smoke was rising from his apartment block. A horrible thought emerged in his head and he started skating as fast as he could. Unfortunately when he got there, his worst fears were confirmed.
Pushing through the crowd of people, he skated to the building as the fire brigade was leaving. Ignoring the shouts of the police officers, he ran up the stairs until he reached the floor his apartment was on. When he reached his room, he didn't even have to open the door. It was burned off its hinges.
The room inside was nothing but a blackened husk. No furniture remained, the windows had been melted from the heat and the only thing still standing was the wall safe, which was not only open, but filled with ash. Daniel ran over to the still hot safe and ran his hands through the ash, trying to find any money, anything that wasn't burned to a crisp.
Nothing.
"I... I can't... I lost..." he said in disbelief.
Daniel stood up and looked around. Then he noticed something. In the corner of his room, on the blackened metal bedframe was his scorched teddy bear, its glassy eyes now melted and twisted, its fur non-existent. All that remained was Teddy's charred head, and his half melted eyes.
Daniel collapsed to his knees, his head against the blackened concrete floor. He started beating his fist on the floor, gritting his teeth together so hard they bled.
"Who did this? Who did this? Who the fuck did this to me?!" he roared, punching the floor in rage.
Then his phone started to ring. And it wasn't his new phone. Daniel took out the phone, his hand shaking and answered it.
"Is that you? Balalaika?" Daniel spat.
"You sound upset. But of course you would be after what happened to your apartment." She said. "I can see the smoke from Hotel Moscow."
"Were you the one who did this?" he demanded, his voice trembling. "Haven't I been punished enough?"
"I had nothing to do with it."
"Then why did you call me? Why now?"
"Because I think they were after you." She answered simply.
"They?"
"The Italian Mafia."
Daniel remembered. He thought that job was done with. "You used me as a scapegoat?"
"Hotel Moscow is not that cowardly. Deceit is for those with little power and great fear." Balalaika spat.
"If you didn't then why did they destroy my money? Why did they destroy my opportunity? How did they know?"
"I assume it is because they thought you were working alone. Hotel Moscow hasn't given up any information to the Italians, and Chang still thinks the weapons were destroyed. They must've found out on their own somehow."
"But why did they burn it? Why did they burn all my money?"
"It's not that they wanted the money. It was about sending a message." Balalaika said. "And I get the feeling you're eager to reply."
Daniel felt his anger boil up inside of him and a murderous scowl cross his face. "Miss Balalaika, I'm afraid I won't be able to take jobs next week."
"Oh? Why is that?" she chuckled.
"Because I'm going on a manhunt."
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"So, whatever happened to Thou Shalt not Kill?" asked Eda as Daniel collected his order. "It seems to me like you're planning to do a lot of killing with those new toys of yours."
"I can make an exception for these bastards." Daniel spat, handing over the money. "If the Italian Mafia wants hell, I'll gladly bring down fire and brimstone."
When he got out of the church, he slid several frag grenades into his bandolier before loading his new grenade pistol with a high explosive shot. After checking his pistol and magazines, he rolled down the hill through Roanapur to the docks. Balalaika told Daniel that the high ranking members of the Italian Mafia were planning a meeting in the docks. An abandoned warehouse.
Eventually Daniel reached his destination. Cocking the hammer back on his grenade pistol, he pointed it at the door and the two guards leaning against it quickly scrambled away.
"Special delivery!" Daniel screamed as he pulled the trigger, feeling the recoil shoot up his arm as the grenade sailed towards the door and exploding. After the shockwave, Daniel rolled into the warehouse and tossed a grenade at the swearing Italians before taking cover.
"Holy shit!" one of them cried before they scattered, the grenade killing two men. They dropped to their knees before landing on their faces, the back of their suits torn open by flying shrapnel. Daniel loaded another grenade into his pistol before skating out of cover.
"He's over here!" shouted one of them before spraying at him with a submachine gun, the bullets thudding harmlessly against his armour.
Daniel pulled the trigger on the grenade pistol and the man shrieked, trying to leap out of the way of the grenade, but he was too slow. The force from the explosion sent him flying, his broken body crashing into a stack of wooden crates.
Several pistol shots rang out and slammed into Daniel's armour. He whipped around, pistol drawn and fired, hitting a man in the chest and just below his left eye. The man screamed before collapsing backwards over a stack of palettes. The man's friends just kept firing. Daniel fired his pistol multiple times, reloading when he ran out of ammo. Eventually, all the gangsters were dead. Except for the boss.
"Who-who the fuck are you, you fucking punk?!" shouted the last one from behind cover.
"You know who I am. You burned all my money after all. The money I was going to use to escape here. You blocked my exit, and for that you will die." He said, rolling over to the source of the voice, the round of his rolling wheels echoing throughout the warehouse.
"You won't get away with this you crazy son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill you!" he roared, leaping out from behind a crate with an RPG in his hands, aiming for Daniel.
The rocket fired and Daniel ducked low before pushing off the ground. Time slowed down as the rocket almost grazed against his armour before crashing into the other wall of the warehouse and exploding, demolishing the warehouse wall.
Daniel sped towards the boss, who was trying to run. But Daniel soon caught up with him and elbowed the boss in the back, sending him to the floor. The boss tried to open his mouth to speak but Daniel put his pistol into it.
"I know I'm not going to get away with this. But neither are you." Daniel grinned before pulling the trigger. The man's blood spattered all over the cold concrete floor as well as leaping up and splattering against Daniel's goggles.
Daniel stood up and looked around, both pistol and grenade pistol in hand. He looked at the carnage he had wrought. Bodies were broken, their bones exposed and their blood everywhere. The air was choked with the smell of gunpowder and blood, but Daniel didn't notice any of it. Greed had taken a hold of him and all he could think of was his personal gain. As he was looting the bodies for money, he heard the boss' phone ring. Taking it out of his pocket, he answered it.
"Boss, boss are you alright?! We heard explosions coming from the meeting place!" shouted the concerned sounding Italian.
"Your boss is dead." Daniel said.
"Wh- what are you talking about? Who are you, you little shit?!"
"Your boss is dead because I killed him. And if you don't leave Roanapur within the next forty eight hours, you'll be next." Daniel said before throwing the phone on the ground and crushing it beneath his rollerblade.
Daniel left the warehouse still scowling, his eyes burning with the same intense fire that destroyed his home and money. But all flames must be extinguished eventually.