Chapter 12

The screaming throughout the house was ridiculous and did not show their incognito features at all. They were probably being watched that meant this fight was a good thing. It would show that they were arguing instead of scheming. By the time they would make a decision they would comply to the demands. Which they weren't, not yet.

Desmond was a frantic mess, a moral battle ground. He wanted to save their friend who he knew was desperate at this moment in time. Dimitri would be relived to be freed but would kill them to find out they had traded Kinana for his life. Rage slithered through Desmond's eyes. Good. Cobra held his ground, he couldn't let them know that he was the one who cared more.

He paused, if they were being watched when the house burned they probably would've seen him punch Dimitri. No, he had displayed high levels of morals for a gang member in front of large packs of people. He was quick to the kill and extravagant, but he made sure to keep his morals as high as any gang member could hope for.

Images of torturing the man for information flashed through his head. So much for those morals he told himself he was going to keep. Where was he going to draw the line between morally accurate and what had to be done? His life was a blurry battleground of right and wrong, of his own morals.

Desmond picked up a glass ready to throw it, needing to take his anger out on someone, Cobra felt his feet brace themselves, he was okay with Desmond being as angry as he was they were within reason, but there was no way he was going to let Desmond throw that glass at him. Desmond dumped the cup over his head before storming up the stairs, "I need a shower" He muttered under his breath. Cobra felt the tension that had swelled in his shoulders relax for a moment before going back to sort out the information he needed.

He didn't have a plan nor was he compromising with the idea of handing of Kinana. He was waiting for Leader to come up with an outrageous plan to get them out of his this situation, when Kinana had gotten ahold of the letter and decided that she was going to go back herself. Their voices were running through his head with the same tone as though they were still in the room arguing the situation out with each other.

Leader sighed, attempting to rub his eyes instead rearranging the bandages so that Cobra would have to fix them later, "We can't let you do this. I promised you that you can remain with my people. I'm sure Cobra can go in your place to fix it"

"Yes, I'm sure and Cobra has such feminine legs to cross-dress to get into the base, find Dimitri and get out." Kinana crossed her arms, her tone carved with edge. It wasn't the tone she had when she first arrived, but something she must've summoned due to the fight of flight mode of the last week.

Cobra glanced down at his 'feminine-form', gang-work, fight-nights, and various other situations of being involved with a gang gave his muscles a similar from to an ancient Greek statue. Feminine indeed. "We could catch them off guard at least." Leader smiled, probably picturing going through with that plan just because Kinana had challenged him to do so. If Dimitri's life wasn't online Leader would have told him to do it. Go out to the battle ground wearing a dress, likely something short and scandalous. For kicks.

"If you make me wear a dress on the battlefield on want the most expensive one on the market." Cobra complain, wondering if Leader would actually match his unreasonable demands. He had before just because Cobra was testing the waters when he first became a member. When he first started with the gang, he was grateful. He was bitter. He was a whole jostle of emotions, but he felt the furious need to test Leader to how far he could push him over and over.

Leader shook his head, today wasn't a day to push the limits, "It'd be ridiculous to send you into this one under armed. Also, I hear heels aren't easy to walk in. I haven't ever seen you wear a pair of heels or I would send you in there otherwise." It wasn't the fact that he was pushing the limits. It was the fact that he thought that Cobra couldn't walk in heels. And Leader was not sending his people into this situation wearing a ridiculous outfit and not wearing matching shoes to go with it. Leader's head moved as if he were staring at his hands that were crumbling the sheets underneath his fingers to the point he was ripping them. "I would go myself if I could. These losses aren't looking good on our situation."

Cobra felt a dark thought pass through him. If he could just find a willing and safe doctor, he could probably secure a new set of eyes in the upcoming battle. To replace Leader's destroyed ones. An eye-for-an-eye on a literal level. Even better if he could secure the ones from the person who took Leader's eyes, that would make a statement to whoever tried to attack them again.

Cobra turned towards where the window would've been if it wasn't cemented shut. His morals were probably cemented in the concrete that kept this window from being what it was meant for. And they would stay there until this whole fiasco was over. They would stay there until he got the heck out of this town even if he had to peddle a rusted tricycle. They would stay there until the day he died. Cobra took a breath and a glance at Leader, he would do this.

Cobra felt himself open his eyes, he was sitting at the kitchen table again, the recollection of what had just occurred on the higher floors still running through his head. Any other day, any other gang, he would've turned to Leader, strapped the highest heels on that he could find, and sling a gun over his back. But not today. Not with this gang.

His eyes moved to scrutinize the situation, the sound of the shower flowing through the background of the kitchen, Kinana was going up and down the stairs with several buckets of water. Taking care of Leader's eyes was just an excuse, she was distracting herself. How was she supposed to actually make good on her word to go back to the people who had murdered off her parents when they weren't useful anymore? There was no way they would treat her well especially since on her escape she shot two of their men. Cobra felt himself squint his eyes, she may have shot them, but that's all she ever said. It was likely that unlike someone who was used to making sure that no one came back for them it was unlikely that she shot to kill or that she checked to make sure that they were dead. They were likely alive and looking for revenge.

Dread flipped in his stomach. He wasn't ready for all this information. Cobra knew he was a master planner and Leader didn't have his eyes so he couldn't use as much information as he would have previously. "I'm still plenty of powerful, Cobra." Leader had reassured him. Cobra shook his head. That was all part of an act that Leader put up so they wouldn't baby him, how was he supposed to leave this to Leader? It would be different if he had worked himself to being Leader of a gang while being blind his whole life, he would've known what he was working with, but Leader wasn't born blind, he had been blinded.

Desmond descend the stairs, a towel on his head, and weapons in his arms. He dumped the weapons along the table. "This isn't a rescue mission is it?"

Cobra shook his head. The fact that this was a rescue mission was unlikely, they had to consider the fact that Dimitri was already dead or tortured beyond sanity. They also had to consider that they were only after Kinana to get rid of her, so a. no one else could get the information about the drug and b. she knew something that they didn't want anyone else to know. "No, it's a mission for the insane." Cobra picked up one of Desmond's weapons examining it for any cracks. Desmond began moving his hands going through weapon by weapon, scrutinizing each one with the eye of an expert. He may have been young but their life on the streets he had to adapt to having eyes of an expert if they wanted to live.

"What are we going to do?" Desmond asked, his tone was dark, but his eyes were lit up.

Cobra shook his head, "It won't be fun like usual. We're going to show Kinana as bait, take both of them back with us, and I want the person who took Leader's eyes."

Desmond nodded, "An eye for an eye, expect we always pay our favors back double. So we rip this guy's eyes out?"

Cobra grabbed the next weapon making sure they had enough ammo for it, "No, leave them in. Do you think Dimitri knows how to do an eye transplant?"

Desmond reached for the pile of weapons they had checked yet, pausing, "I'm not sure. I've never seen him do it. But these are Leader's eyes, I don't think he'll risk it if he doesn't. Do you think Leader will even want this guy's eyes?"

Cobra set a gun down. He moved to the next one in a very organized fashion. They were casually counting their supplies, the quality of their supplies, and discussing their rescue plan as if it were an everyday task comparable to what a natural family would consider doing dishes, "Leader's always had a soft heart for the leader of a gang. It's got to be that guy's eyes, no one else will suit him. It'll help in the role of our gang and how other's see it too."

They just had to take some guy's eyes, rescue Dimitri, and destroy a whole gang overnight.

Easy right?