"The Gang?" whispered Qualt.

"Yeah, the Ghort Gang, the one where I was before", she said while getting out quickly from the blue dragon. "Oh shit..."

She ran to the door and place her head on it to ear.

"They're approaching..."

"What the... Why are they here for you? And how do they know I'm a detective?!" he asked in a low voice.

"We maybe are in the Distric and we maybe are all poor people but, when someone enter the District and we don't know who he is, some will try to learn the maximum they can about him. Especially the Gang and especially in that part of the District. We learned our lesson since that prick hustling bear came here."

"Money Bag?"

"Yeah, something like that. Plus the two motherfuckers who kidnapped my son."

"Oh! And, why especially that part of..."

"Ssssh! They are getting closer. No... more... sound..."

There was a long silence which wasn't respected by the footsteps that were getting closer and closer...

"Oh Gloooria! Where aaaare you?"

Her eyes shined with tears of silent terror. But no sound was made. And she slowly walked backward. She knew that he would break the door if it's not open.

"Hide!" she whispered to Qualt. "Hide!"

"There's nowhere to hide!"

"Shit!"

Qualt looked at the window and...

"They will wait you down there, you know?" she said.

He sighed.

Both knew they were trap. Both knew there was no way out. And both prepared themselves to fight while looking at the door.

Silence came... Only breathes could be heard from the other side of the entrance of the room...

They were here...

They were here and they were preparing themselves too...

And suddenly the door flew away in multiple shards!

Now, at the entrance's hole was a green powerful dragon, followed by multiples guys from different species. And they were too many for Qualt and Gloria to really fight back.

The green was the owner of the voice. He had eyes like his scales. His horns were brown like pure dirt. And his face was impressive yet beautiful at the same time.

"Gloria... What is the rule, here?" he asked slowly while walking in their direction.

A big horny and scaly biped furious creature walked in, a sword at his right hand. Two teeth were very visible and out from his twisted mouth. And he had enough muscles to punch easily a dragon in the face.

And that's what he did to Qualt.

Indeed, while Ironhorns try to hit him, he dodged and gave an uppercut to the blue detective. After that, he putted the sword under the throat of his victim.

"You, don't move. Or you'll be drowning in your own blood", he said with an imposing voice.

"Gloria, answer me!" ordered the green dragon.

"Troth, I promise, I..."

"What... is... the... rule!"

He was now closer than ever to the red dragoness, whose the head was now in direction of the ground. She mumbled something incomprehensible.

"Repeat!" said loudly Troth.

"No detective in that part of the District..."

He took her by the throat and putted her head in direction of Qualt while saying:

"So why the fuck is he here with you!" he yelled before throwing her.

"Well, you know that I'm a prostitute and..."

"No, don't play fool with us. He is a detective and he comes from the Galds! Ya remember the last time the Galds were placing their interest in us? Ya remember what happened?"

She stood silent.

"Ya remember!"

"How the fuck do you know I'm a detective and that I come from them?" asked Qualt before the sword approached closer than ever near his throat to make him remember to shut the fuck up.

So Troth turned the head in his direction and came closer to him.

"How do we know? We have some 'spies' in the other zones. We have beggars and normal walkers, who walk around and hear whatever can be interesting. Especially when it's about the Warfang Police and especially when it concerns someone new in our part of the District. So we heard that you were the new one. And we saw that you came from the Galds, Ironhorns."

"So you're like a mafia."

"Yeah... but no. We are a gang. And it's way different. A mafia is hustling everywhere and is rich, a gang just survives and protects his territory. And you... You can be dangerous for our territory."

"And why I..."

"Shut the fuck up, you!" exclaimed the swordkeeper.

"No, Melt, it's okay, he can talk. But, you, if you move, you know what will happen..."

"The sweet bloody smile. I know this shit."

"So, if you know this shit, survive."

I didn't move from the start, anyway, he thought.

"Plus", he added, "you know that the Police is way too scared to come here if we kill you. You're not a 1st Class, after all."

"Yeah, I guessed that."

"But, tell me... We know that you comes from the Galds... but we don't know why. Tell me."

He opened his mouth but Gloria answered first:

"He came... He came for me."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah…"

"And why that? I'm curious? Did you came here to arrest her? The Galds pissed themselves so much they are sending someone to stop her before she does a move?"

"No", answered Qualt. "I'm here for informations. And I got them."

"Informations, you say? What kind!"

"Gloria was one of my suspect. But she isn't anymore."

"And what happened that made her suspect?"

"My... My son is dead tonight, Troth. He was murder while he was sleeping..."

"The Galds children were murdered last night in their sleep. Their throat has been violently slashed."

"What?!"

"Yes, Troth... I saw him... I saw him while wanting to see him last night. I wanted to see him and..."

"So that's why you got out of the District last night..."

His voice changed suddenly. It swapped from an impressive to a concerned and quite sad voice.

"Fuck..." he swore. "Your son was gonna grow up a cunt but he did not deserve that. Not at that age."

"Yeah, he finally was in a quite safe zone but... but he died..." she said.

"Now that you know why I'm here, what you're gonna do?" asked with anger and impatience Qualt.

"You, show respect!" ordered Melt.

"Melt, take back your sword. It's maybe a detective but he's here to avenge the Yalto's son. And, you, Ironhorns, after you'll have all your informations, get out of here. And never come back. I like your look, I don't want to kill you."

"Yeah, outside the city can be pretty dangerous. Especially when you're in front of a fucking darker", he said while putting his front right paw on his neck, now that the sword was off of it. "And, don't worry. Normally, I have just one more person to see in this Zone and, after that, I'm getting the fuck out of here."

"Good. Guys, we have nothing left to do. We're getting back home."

So they all left the room, leaving the two alone.

Qualt finally got up and came closer to Gloria, saying:

"So that's the new Gang's Head?"

"Indeed."

"What the fuck is wrong with him?"

"Too many things."

"Oh, and they reacted in a better way when they heard the death of the son of their ancient boss than the comeback of his wife."

"Yeah... Dragonesses don't have the easiest life in this gang... nor receive the most respect."

"I see..."

She sighed and got on the bed.

"By the way, who is the next person you're gonna see?"

"A mole."

"Oh! Can I come with you? No way I'm gonna do nothing while my son's murderer is still free!"

"It's not for your son that I'm gonna see him."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I planed to see him if he isn't so far from here. And it's for having infos on one specific darker."

"Oh. And why only one of them."

He smiled and took a nosy voice:

"Do you know how I get these scars?"

She smiled a bit too.

"No, I don't know. And I would like to know."

So he told him what happened in the forest, not insisting in every details this time.

"Oh..." she said. "That's horrible..."

"Yes indeed."

"So your sister was also named Gloria... Funny."

"Yeah... Yeah... So, the mole I want to see is called Doug Harmot. Do you know him?"

"Not at all."

"Oh, okay then..."

"But that doesn't change the fact that I'm coming with you!"

"You know that you don't have the rights to..."

"Fuck... the... rules!"

"Well, at least it's clear."

"And it's not a question nor a proposition! I'm coming with you! I want to get out of here too. At least for a moment."

"Okay, okay, got it, got it!"

She got out of the bed and said:

"No time to lose, so. I want that bastard who killed my son as quick as possible!"

"And what do we do for that door?"

"The Ghort Gang will pay. They maybe are dangerous and can kill some persons but they are honest and cool with the workers of the District."

And, as she passed the "door", Qualt followed her after thinking:

She has some sweet ass.

"Hey! Wait for me! I'm the detective!"

So, those two, when they finally got outside, the weather always as rainy, began to search for Doug Harmot.

After few questions and few answered, they knew that he wasn't, indeed, so far away from their position...