Chapter 2

The Box was a popular and selective club in the nightlife district of Highland city. Camus, being a popular member of the community and on first name terms with the bouncer-a huge blonde man who hardly ever spoke called Humphrey- was always able to get in, he took Miklotov along with him sometimes, but his friend was certainly not the party type and usually ruined Camus' mood. The young man walked past the line and up to his huge bouncer friend, he nodded at the big man

"How you doin' Humphrey?"

"Fine, go on in, have a good night." He said, a smile playing on his lips, Humphrey hardly ever smiled, he was obviously in a good mood.

"What you so happy about?" Camus asked

"They finally let me adopt Futch." Humphrey said, his voice calm but his grey eyes full of joy

"Aw man! That's great news!" Camus said, Humphrey had took the young boy Futch off the street three years ago, he had taken care of him and the two had become very close, Futch was like a son to Humphrey and when social services took him to the orphanage, it had broken the bouncers heart. Now the young boy would be living with him, this lifted Camus' spirits as he had initially went to the club to get over the fact that Gorudo would put him on academic probation when he found out about the unauthorised raid Camus had organised, he would take full responsibility of course, making the shit even deeper.

Camus headed in and was instantly met with the pneumatic bass thumb of Prodigy, he went over to the bar and got himself a beer, he then saw someone he thought he recognised, the man was a little shorter than him, about his age and had long red hair. Could it be? Could this guy be the one from the steelmill. Camus walked over to the man and pretended to accidentally spill his drink as he walked past, it went all over the young man's shirt

"Ah shit! I'm sorry man." Camus said, picking up his glass, this allowed him to get a good look at the mans face as he got up, this didn't do much good though as he hadn't got a very good look at the mans face during the raid anyway. The young mans face was full of annoyance,

"Why don't you watch where your going, ass?" He said, taking off his beer soaked jacket. Ah well thought Camus, this guy might now be part of the Highland Mafia, what the harm in teaching him a lesson? But only if he starts it. "What are you retarded? Stop looking at me like that." The man said, giving Camus a shove

"Whats your problem? It was an accident." Camus said, putting his glass down

"Yeah, well I'm not in the best of moods so you better stay out of my way." The red haired man said, shoving past Ashton and towards a tall man with white hair, he was older than his friend and his face was a mask of calm. The young man walked past him and into one of the VIP rooms. The white haired man walked over to Camus.

"I apologise for my friend, he can be rather uncouth at times." Said the man,

"Don't worry about it, he'll probably knock himself out on crack in the VIP room." Said Camus, ordering another drink.

"Actually I should probably stop him. Again I apologise for his behaviour." He said, beginning to walk away,

"No need." Camus said and began walking to a group of girls.

Flik was annoyed, he hated clubs, he hated the noise and the filth that hung around in them but Viktor had said that Highland Mafia operatives were here and he wasn't going t pass up a chance to kill them. The two walked in past the bouncer and went directly to the bar, Flik noticed a bunch of giggling girls being entertained by an attractive fair haired young man, he snorted, idiots. Looking over his shoulder he saw his large friend Viktor talking to the barman,

"So do you know how we can get into the VIP rooms?"

"Sorry bud." The barman said apologetically "You gotta pay extra for that."

"Shit." Viktor said and turned to Flik "We gotta pay-"

"I heard" Flik interrupted "And if those filth will be anywhere, It'll be the VIP rooms." Flik said, fingering his gun which was concealed in his jacket. Viktor nodded at his younger friend

"I think we can sneak in." he said

"What?"

"Here." Viktor said, picking something off the floor. "Awfully convenient. So are you gonna go or am I?"

"I want to." Said Flik, steely determination in his striking blue eyes. "I have to kill them for what they did."

"Your call bud." Said Viktor, handing the VIP card to his friend "Just be careful, ok?" Flik nodded and made his way to the VIP lounge.

Camus grinned as he walked back to the bar, he had two of the girls numbers and was already beginning to forget about how badly Gorudo was going to kill him, he sat down and looked at the numbers, a pair of foreign looking girls called Rina and Eilie, the best thing was they were sisters, a sly smile played on Camus' lips. Then he heard the vibration of his phone he walked outside to get better reception and escape from the noise. He answered and head Miklotov's voice

"Dammit Camus! Where are you!?"

"At the Box." He said, he didn't know what this was about but he was pretty sure and Miklotov sounded like he was about to have a hernia.

"Commissioner Gorudo found out about the raid, I told him we had a lead but the fat bastard wouldn't listen, I think he's going to put me on academic probation."

"Is that all? I thought we were going to get fired." Camus said, relief flooding his whole body, he then realised what Miklotov had said "What do you mean 'we'?"

"Well I took full responsibility."

"You dumb fuck, you'll get fired! Forget about probation, Gorudo hates you!"

"No matter Camus, I am confident in the knowledge that we did the right thing and furthermore-"

"I'm coming over to straighten this out." Camus said, cutting Miklotov off "See you in a few minutes." He then switched his phone off as not to be bothered and started making his way to the police station when he heard screaming and gunshots coming from the club. "Ah horseshit!" He shouted, one problem after another. With that thought, he ran back into the club.

Amidst the tall skyscrapers of Highland city was the tallest of them all, Blight Arms, the largest weapons magnate in America, it was hugely successful and had made billions upon billions of dollars in the decades it had been around and was the official weapons distributor to the US army. It was owned by, surprise surprise, Agares Blight, he had owned it for thirty years since his father death. However Blight Arms was just a front for his powerful Mafia, with it he made sure all important buyers invested in Blight Arms and that was one of the secrets of his success. Another useful factor of a coexisting weapons manufacturer was the new weapons they imported could be used by their Mafia as a little test run. Agares was currently in one of his Swiss condo's, he spent a lot of his time their, he let Leon Silverburg (his genius financial advisor) run his company and his son Luca run the Mafia while he spent his time getting old in luxury. It made Luca sick. But then again, everything made Luca sick, Luca hated all things and his mission in life was make sure the things he hated suffered. When he was diagnosed with extreme sociopathy, he made sure the psychiatrist mysteriously disappeared, when the doctors announced his mother was dead he killed them. Luca was the most evil man you could ever meet, and he looked the part too, his wild staring eyes and unruly hair only added to the effect that made him so feared, he liked it that way.

The young psychopath was currently at the Blight Arms corporate meeting table, they used it for bussiness meetings usually but only people at the table were Luca and Leon Silverburg, a man with staring, hawk-like eyes and slicked back brown hair with a moustache to match.

"I expect you heard about the steelmill incident earlier?" Said Leon, his voice low and intimidating

"Of course I fucking heard! Seed reported back to me immediately." Said Luca

"What do you propose we do about it sir?" Said Leon, calm in the face of the young mans uncouth manner

"You're the friggin' financial advisor! You figure something out. But whatever we do, I'm gonna have a little fun, these cops have a lot of balls doing this to me. It'll add a little bit of excitement to this job, this city bores me."

"Me too." Leon said quietly, and he meant it, Highland city had to be the crummiest shithole in America and he would be glad to leave. He was thinking of resigning anyway, he wasn't getting any younger and he had a lot of money, plus he hated Luca and his mad, violent ways.

"Whats that old man?"

"Nothing sir." Said Leon, calmly

"Whatever." Suddenly, Luca's phone rang, he answered it "Yeah hello?" Leon heard a low voice say something "What the fuck are you talking about Culgan?" Leon heard the voice again "Well let the stupid shit die then! He failed me once, not again!" With that Luca threw his mobile phone against a wall, shattering it immediately and with a nod at Leon said "Good day." And left. The middle aged man massaged his sinuses, if he wasm't going to resign then he hoped to god he got fired.