On the way up to Rasul's I couldn't help but doubt my decision to help Chris again. I was planning on beating the shit out of Rasul anyways for what he did to Katie, but that would have been personal and Frank wouldn't have been involved in any way. But taking him out and then stealing their drugs and cash was basically a death sentence, and as we continued up the stairway I found myself caring less. Sure Frank saved me from a life of poverty and who knows what else, but his gang of merry misfits I had no love for; they were all greedy and would double cross Frank just as soon as he would them. On some level I had already accepted the possibility Frank would find out and Chris and I would have to flee the state so I would just wing it from now on.
"Yo Dave," Chris was looking more and more uncomfortable the more steps we took, especially after I warned him they'd probably have guns, "so what's our game plan?"
I shrugged, opening the door leading to the top floor, "Easy; don't say shit and follow my lead."
It was easy to spot which room they used as their hideout, it was the one with the two big burly black dudes standing up front smoking weed. Very inconspicuous I assure you, but it's not like the police came around these parts anyhow. They immediately noticed us and started laughing to each other, alright good, they probably hadn't seen any news about Chris; this was going to be much easier.
Putting on a cheesy grin, I laughed with them, "Yo wassup guys!" A slur here, a stumble there, we're just two drunk kids looking to score some drugs! Our act, which Chris quickly followed thankfully, only served to make them laugh harder.
"Holy shit, Rasul! D'Marcus! Check these fucking kids out!"
Roaring with laughter, they swung the door open and ushered us in, holy shit this was a lot easier than I thought it would be. As soon as they caught sight of us, the entire room filled with laughter as they pointed incredulously, mostly at Chris who was the more vibrantly dressed. My huge grin couldn't have been more genuine.
Daddy wasn't moving as he stared into the binoculars, mouth slightly open in surprise and I doubt I was any better. It was Red Mist! Holy crap! Sure the guy had zero skills and had basically scared those thugs off by acting like a total moron, but that didn't mean that it wasn't awesome! He even had his own side-kick! This drug bust had suddenly gotten ten times more interesting.
"Daddy! It's really him! We have to go in now!"
I frowned when he didn't respond, just continued to stare and it wasn't until I basically shouted in his ear that he looked over at me.
"Pumpkin, we're going to have to wait a bit, that's D'Amico's son and his bodyguard."
Okay, make that one hundred times more interesting.
Rasul didn't have a chance to so much as shout as my fist destroyed his lower jaw and knocked him out. D'Marcus, who had the most fighting experience out of their entire little gang was quick to pick up a bottle of Jack and swing it at me but he went down too when my kick took the breath out of him and he crumpled to the floor holding his stomach. I tuned out the only woman's screams, focusing on the body guards that had been stationed out the door, at least one of them would be carrying a piece. The fat one was reaching into his jacket and Chris, who had been open mouthed watching me reached over and smacked him in the back of the head with his baton a couple of times. The sound that the weapon made as it connected with the big guy's head almost made me cringe and only served to make the woman yell even more.
The second body guard looked ready to bolt out of the door, but Chris was close enough to taze him right on the neck and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. The woman and the rest of the gang, who had been too high to even try to fight back had rushed out of the room screaming and neither of us tried to stop them, they weren't important.
"Holy shit!" Chris laughed high and loud, looking down at the two guys he dropped and then up to me a few times. "Holy shit that was easy! That was so fucking cool how we just dropped these dudes in seconds man! I knew we'd be fucking awesome at this!"
I shrugged, smiling slightly, his laughter was infectious. How he could laugh at this violence yet vomit all over himself at the sight of the Russian's battered body I would never know. Adrenaline once again started pumping through my veins as he suddenly looked behind me, eyes going wide and I swung around before he could even finish his shout of "Oh shit, Dave look out!"
D'Marcus had recovered quicker than I thought and his gun looked huge in his hand, which is probably why I didn't notice the purple clad midget that had appeared suddenly behind him, double edged sword at the ready to cut through him. Before his finger could even find the trigger or I could move to stop him, the ninja midget had stabbed him straight through his chest, the sword's end poking out through his chest.
"Sup, idiots!"
Holy shit. Holy shit! I knew I was acting kind of like those idiot girls that would fawn over every pop star they could see, but watching them take down those guys in what was probably a minute without so much as breaking a sweat I couldn't help myself. The guy in the black was definitely the better fighter and I could feel my heart acting up at the thought of fighting him in a spar, he was fucking good!
Rookie mistake leaving that guy alive though, I could already see him moving. There's no way I was going to let that thug hurt either of those two before I had a crack at them! Getting to the building's window ledge was easy, but stealthily opening it and climbing into the room without being seen was slightly trickier, but I managed. I was going to look so badass after this!
I admired his reflexes though, he had already turned around to face the guy before Red Mist could even warn him, that's pretty crazy, but I wasn't going to let him ruin my entrance. My blade easily slid through him, sharpened specifically by Daddy for this mission it cut through the druggie's body like a steak.
"Sup, idiots!"
Red Mist looked like he was going to throw up, but the dude in the black just watched me. Huh, guess he was used to seeing people get killed, though being part of that fucker D'Amico's group probably helped with that. Oh that reminds me.
"I've got one question for you two, and depending on how you answer it, you might end up like this moron!" I gave the dead guy's body a kick for emphasis.
Ninja dude just gave me another look and though I couldn't see it, I knew he was raising an eyebrow at me. Heh, cool as a cucumber, I liked that.
"What are Frank D'Amico's son and bodyguard doing fucking up his business?"
I reacted immediately, knowing that she knew our identities basically put her on the top of my kill list. I swung a punch aimed at her head, which she barely dodged, though the surprise caused her to drop that sword. I didn't stop, moving forward with various punches and kicks, all of which were either blocked or dodged, though judging from her grunts of pain the ones that she blocked she immediately regretted afterwards. I leaned back, barely avoiding the knife she suddenly had in her hand. She was damn quick and If it weren't for the armor i was wearing on my torso I'd have a few cuts there. Oh fuck this.
I slammed my foot down on hers and judging by her wide eyes it must have hurt. Quickly I elbowed her in the gut and damn did it require some squatting to get that low. The force of the blow caused her to fall back, but my foot was still over hers and left her to fall in such a way that it left her wide open, though I used this advantage to pluck the knives out of her hands before moving my foot off and letting her fall on her back.
Pressing one of her knifes lightly against her pale neck, I smiled at her slightly. That was probably the most fun I've had in a fight in a long time.
"I've got a question for you, too. Who the fuck are you?"
Ow. Ow. Ow. This guy hit like a truck, just blocking a few of his hits left my teeth jittering so I tried to dodge the rest, which I barely managed to do. Seeing an opening I brought out the knives that Daddy got me and I smiled, I was back in action! At least that's what I thought until I found myself staring up at the ceiling with my own knife held against my neck. Holy shit Daddy was right, this guy was good.
"Pumpkin, don't worry I've got him in my sights if he tries anything I'll kill him."
Daddy's words calmed my fast heart a bit and a smirked at his question. Even if he was good enough to beat me at hand to hand I doubt he could dodge a bullet.
"I'm Hit Girl. And that?" I pointed over to the window where I could see Daddy on the other building, the red light of his gun's scope shining through the window. "Is Big Daddy."
He cursed and I laughed a bit, sitting up as he let go of me, putting his hands up. Seconds later Daddy crashed through the window and into the room, gun still pointed at the bodyguard, who was standing next to a frozen Red Mist.
"You're the guy that's been hitting Frank's warehouses."
I caught the blades he tossed at me out of reflex, shocked at the fact this guy actually knew about Daddy. Daddy nodded, still ready to pull the trigger. The bodyguard shrugged, gesturing between himself and Red Mist.
"We're the guys that'll be hitting Frank's warehouses from now on too."
Wait what. I mean I figured they were here for some other reason, not because they were trying to take down D'Amico as well! Wait. This was even better they could team up with us! I quickly looked over to Daddy who looked like he didn't believe them.
"Daddy! They could team up with us!"
He gave me a look to be quiet and I turned back to the two, frowning. Actually it was kind of weird that these two would be going against their own father and employer. The bodyguard sighed and nudged Red Mist who looked like he had gained some sort of awareness as we talked.
"Chris, why don't you explain to the nice people why you're trying to take down your dad?"