Disclaimer: I did not make Sin City, or the Characters. They respectfully belong to Frank Miller and Dark Horse comics. Also, any characters I come up with that aren't mentioned in any of the comics, you can guess are mine.

Foreward from the Author: Jesus H. Christ has it been a while but I'm back for the moment with two new ones for you. Sorry about my extremely lengthy delay.

Sin City
Dirt White Lies
Chapter Eight: Coalition

I hate this shit, asking for help. Can't help but feel like I'm taking a cowards way out. I mean, you think someone can handle something like an entire mob out to kill you right? Yeah, I hated the Idea but somewhere in my gut I felt like it was my fault that Freya was in the damn hospital. So yeah, I was going to get help 'cause deep down… I think I'm attracted to her. Always a babe, her cynical view, god it's a perfect package along with that knife throwing bit of hers.

"DJ Fuckin' Kirra! It's been Ages!"

James Sims and Haley Brown; The two criminal minds behind the James Gang. Catchy ain't it? James was the older of the two siblings. Both being adopted, James took the role of big brother and protector of Haley. Haley of course was a fucking mastermind. Any building that needed breaking into, Haley could come up with a plan and implement it. The two of them started a gang together muscling for local bartenders and hustling money. James took most of the beatings gaining the nick name The Immortal. This was earned after he was shot 12 times and laying up in the hospital pronounced dead. James bounced back twelve hours after his death and decided that he oughta check himself out. The fuck was amazing, almost in human when it came to fight. Haley on the other end was considered the Hoody Boy. He wears this Black Hoody, he put some metal plates in it bullet proofing the damn thing, and the pocket in the center has enough guns in it that you know he's packing. Underneath the hoody besides a sawed off and an MP5k was two spare pistols just in case he ran out of ammo.

"Sit down man." Haley said motioning for me to take a sit.

I sat down and looked at him. I knew the first question already.

"I heard about your business with Renveau. Pretty juicy stuff. So what brings you to the southern neck of the woods? I hope the infamous 'Killer' Kirra hasn't lost his touch?" Haley said looking at me.

"I came here cause I could use some help. I know you and James have had it in for Renveau. You want that territory you lost last summer in the gang war. I can give you that if you help me topple this mother fucker."

Haley nodded, "That's a very big shove for me to agree but my question to you is what if I decline."

"Then I go on my merry way, kill Renveau myself and reap all the profits then take your two-bit operation and ram it in the Basin City River." I replied.

You always go hard at the beginning, show that ruthlessness. If they get spooked you got them by the balls. If they counter, easy them out of it or go for the face and take them down.

"DJ, you couldn't ram a pop-scicle stick up your ass if you were bending over and looking into a mirror. Don't feed me that bull shit. Renveau's been after us for years and hasn't gotten any farther then 12th street and that was because you were fucking spear heading that. You spent a month up in county for getting pinched for a hidden weapon." Haley remarked.

"Yeah well one day your big bro won't be around to help you out, Haley."

I heard the clicks of the hammer as it was pulled back. James was already in a bad mood, I knew that from the get-go. He was defensive of Haley and a threat to him is always dumb but I had to risk it. Now it was time to deescalate the situation before I got shot. I had no gun, and even if I did, I couldn't beat James on a draw even if I was the Flash.

"Alright, I overstepped my bounds. Now let's talk business. You want Renveau out, I want Renveau out. The cops are pushing for me; I got a get out of jail free card, amnesty. I get you guys that, will you help me out?"

"Yep. You make it so the cops can't touch our gang in this suicide run and we'll help you. Not prior to this though. You do it; I hook you up with weapons, guns, cars and men. You and James will be more then enough to handle this sort of thing and I'll draw up a plan to tactically take out Renveau systematically." Haley smiled, "James escort Kirra out and afterward you and me will discuss."

James showed me to the door and I let myself out. Now it was simply getting a hold of Richards and setting this whole thing up. Haley and James will tilt the scales in my favor. They imported things off the southern wharfs, drugs, money, guns. They had a nice racket. A thug would pull and Uzi, they'd pull an AK. Good math.

I went to a nearby pay phone and dumped some change in and dialed 911. I waited till I got the automated response computer and got the directory. It was a simple in out procedure. I finally got to Richards after standing around for 20 minutes looking like an idiot.

"DJ?"

"Yeah it's me." I said rolling my eyes, "Listen, I gotta ask a favor."

"Um… okay what?"

"I got a chance to tip the scales and finally take the fight to Renveau but I need that Amnesty expanded over more then just me."

"I'm not sure I can do that."

"You want Renveau out of the fuckin city or what?"

"Alright, alright. Jeez. Who?"

"James Sims, Haley-."

He cut me off almost immediately, "James Sims and Haley Brown? The leaders of the James Gang of the southern end. Are you fucking nuts?"

"Pretty much, it's the only ace I got Richards, cut me some slack will you?" I said.

"Alright, I'm writing the papers up now. Haley and James' gang, good Christ. Dj you better be right or it's your ass."

"I won't let you down." I said smiling.

I heard the ker-chak immediately and vaulted over the phone booth before the shot tore the whole booth to shreds. I rolled on the cement and looked back. Pa Jenkins, the Shotgun Assassin. Un fucking Believable. No gun on me, which was a mistake and on top of that shit, he's got the advantage of having me on my ass. The blood spray caught me and Pa off guard as crack of the gun shot hit us. The shotgun fell to the ground with him screaming his head off in pain. I watched James lower the rifle and open the chamber and load a fresh bullet in. Pa turned around to see his assailant when James raised the rifle. Parts of his fluffy grey brain matter sprayed onto the street as the 30-06 bullet ripped his head apart like a melon filled with dynamite. I wiped the blood and bone off my face and looked at the dead body.

"You're one cold mother fucker man." I said wiping my cheek.

"He wasn't much better. Pa Jenkins right?" I nodded to his question, "Fucker ghosted one of our hideouts a couple weeks ago, all in the back. So this is just revenge personally."

"Pa was likable enough if you put enough Alcohol in him." I said looking down, "But he'll always be a bitch in my eyes. A kill bitch."

Me and James walked back to the hideout. He told me that Haley wanted me followed to make sure I made the phone call. James had been following farther behind when he saw Pa come out of the alley wielding a shotgun gun. He made him instantly by the way he did it. James had the rifle on his back prior to so if I didn't make the phone call he could ice me off and get away before the cops did something.

"So?"

"The cops'll do it, you guys are all free to do what you want, SO long as it contributes to taking Renveau down. Piece by piece if possible." I said.

"You heard the man!" Haley shouted, "LET'S GET OURSELVES A RIOT ON OUR HANDS! I want shops cleared out, I need panic in the streets. Everything that's even remotely connected with Renveau, take it out, decommission it, do what ever it takes. Now GO!"

And just like that, our little trinity of power was formed. A coalition to take down Renveau in everyway shape and form, it's amazing that this man had so many Enemies. He knew jack shit about how to keep a ship. Regardless, I needed a drink and I needed to see how Freya was doing.