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He was surrounded.

Hands bound behind his back as tightly as they could, Yzak sat propped up against a cold stone wall. He didn't have the slightest clue as to where he was, but it had to be in a factory of some sort. It was easy to tell because this place had a musty smell and crates littered the entire area, not to mention this place was huge.

Yzak shivered when the bare flesh of his neck touched the cold wall. Goose flesh appeared on his arms, making a weird tingling sensation. The look of anger never vanished from his face as he blew a stray strand of sliver hair out of his face.

If only he had some sort of distraction.

There was no telling how long he had been in this uncomfortable position. It could've been days for all he knew. The only thing he remembered was waking up with the rough rope biting into the soft skin on his wrists.

While doing a favor for the Don, which was killing someone who had gone behind their back, Yzak had been confronted with some unwelcome visitors as he scouted out the area. A gun fight ensued and all except two of the enemy had been shot down. He took a bullet to the arm, but it hadn't bothered him, he just wanted to hurry up and get the job finished and done with.

Of course where there was five members of Orb, there were another five to back them up.

It was an unfair fight, resulting with Yzak being knocked out when someone had come up from behind him and stuck his skull with a blunt object. His world had spun around and around until everything went black.

His eyes darted to the harshly loud voice of another person coming their way. It grabbed the attention of all the gun holders and they turned around, their backs facing Yzak who was now unattended.

Bad move.

With the most silent movements he could muster, Yzak stretched his fingers up into his sleeve until he touched a sharp object that had been hidden inside. With a light pull the fabric holding the thing in place came undone and the object fell into Yzak's hands without making any noise.

Concentrated on something else besides their captive, the guards continued to chat it up with the person who had appeared only moments ago.

The knife which Yzak kept in his sleeve for such occasions created a muffled noise as it moved up and down on the rope, thinning it out with each attempt Yzak made with the knife to free himself. Never dropping the thin piece of metal, the silver haired member of the PLANTs continued to slash at the ropes, holding onto the knife with both his hands to apply more pressure to make the progress faster.

Yzak was greeted with the welcoming feeling of the ropes loosening as they fell to the ground soundlessly. He slowly stood up, knowing fully that the guards would see his movements from the corner of their eyes and attack. Thankfully he had come prepared, as always.

The polished gun glimmered in the dull light, creating an outline of what it really was. This gun had been specially made just for him by one of the best gun constructors in all of the PLANTs, which happened to be no other than his rival, Athrun.

Black leather was used as the grip with finger indents made to perfectly match his own. The gun itself was a sleek black shade, though it faded into a brilliant silver near the beginning of the barrel. It was a Glock 32 with a magazine capacity that could hold up to fifteen bullets. Being small in size, Yzak could easily hide it inthe leg of his pants where it had been undetectable by his captors.

Just as he had predicted, the guards whirled around with their guns drawn. Yzak made sure that his gun was well hidden and stood completely still as four of them approached. He accurate eyes spotted their fingers resting on the triggers of their guns as they slowly applied pressure to them.

It was then that Yzak decided to take action.

Doing a back flip and successfully dodging the bullets that flew his way, Yzak landed firmly on the cement floor and returned fire, catching one of the men in the neck. He sprinted to the side and rolled behind a crate as several bullets peppered it.

Seconds passed, but only a few before Yzak planted his feet on the ground and jumped onto the other side of the crate, felling two more guards, leaving two left and the other person who had entered the factory before everything happened.

Grabbing onto the knife that granted him his freedom, Yzak threw it towards one of the guards, successfully striking him in the arm. When the supposed member of Orb clutched his arm, Yzak ran to him and grabbed his AK-47 and ripped it out of his hands. He acted upon the shock the guard had and placed a roundhouse punch directly into his face and used the gun to strike at the man's legs, tripping him.

Yzak tossed the gun behind him and ran at the other guard just as his next victim opened fire again. The bullets stopped coming out of the gun when Yzak appeared before the guard and ran past him, but not without any injury.

The guard felt a sick twisting feeling in his neck as Yzak held on tightly to his head. There was a loud crack and the man fell lifelessly to the cold ground with a broken neck.

Unarmed, the last remaining person ran for the gun that Yzak had tossed. Once he reached it he looked frantically around, eyes wide and full of fear. Yzak was nowhere to be found and the only noise he could hear was his own heart beating rapidly and the wet choking noises the fallen guard on the ground before him made as the blood from his broken nose pooled into his throat.

The man looked to left just as Yzak's foot connected with the gun, forcefully knocking it out of his shaky hands. Yzak then brought his elbow up and struck the man in the side of his face. He reached for the fallen guard and pulled on his knife and planted it into the side of the other man's neck.

With no threat in sight, Yzak proceeded to walk to the exit. He neared the double ruby red doors when heard the guard with the broken nose standing up. Yzak didn't even turn around. He stretched his arm out from behind him and pulled the trigger on his customized gun, hitting his target between the eyes.

All the commotion must've brought someone to call the cops because as soon as Yzak rounded a corner and was around half a block away from the factory, several police cars surrounded the old building, lights flashing and sirens blaring.

He didn't pay them any heed as they rushed towards the factory and called for an ambulance. By then Yzak was making his way towards the PLANTs territory, eyes darting from side to side, looking for anything suspicious coming his way when at last he reached their neighborhood.

As soon as he had opened the front door, Yzak tugged his shoes off and tossed them to the side and darted to the living room where he sat lazily down on a black leather couch. Of course Yzak wasn't aloud such a luxury as relaxing and was interrupted by the phone just as he began to get comfortable. The sharp, annoying ring forced him to stand back up and he slowly made his way towards the contraption.

"Hello?" Yzak half spoke half yawned, much unlike himself, but he wasn't on the job and could do whatever the hell he wanted. "Who's this?"

A familiar voice replied, clam and full of mystery and forbidding lies. Yzak knew this man wanted him to do something and could care less what it was. "Crueset? Listen, whatever it is, it can wait." He lowered the phone from his ear and was about to turn it off when the man spoke again.

"The Don, clever Patrick Zala, wants a favor done, but the problem is..," he paused to give it some effect on the arrogant young mobster, "Is that I cannot obey his command. That, Yzak, is why I need you to carry out the hit for me."

Never trusting the blond man, even though he had been his leader before he completely joined the Mafia, Yzak had no choice but to give a final answer of 'yes'. After all this was the Don and he never got the opportunity to do a favor for the Don, it had always been Athrun.

When he found out from Crueset just exactly who it was that he had to kill, Yzak couldn't believe it. That person was the very same one that had given him an awful scar across his face, bringing him nothing but shame and anger.

While on a order to carry out another 'favor', which was to kill someone who was acquainted with Athrun from his childhood, Yzak had been attacked by no other than the person he was supposed to kill.

It had been a pretty fair fight. Yzak was heavily armed but his opponent had suddenly taken a knife out of his belt and stuck him in the side of his stomach. It wasn't anything serious but it had caught him off guard and as soon as that happened the person charged forward and had sliced the knife across his face. It must've caused the person to believe that he was dead because his opponent had taken off, leaving him to lay in a pool of his own blood, choking on the blood coming from his wound from time to time.

Yzak hung up and sluggishly made his way towards the couch. His day couldn't get any worse. Sure, he was about to get revenge for what had happened, but that would mean more work, more covering his trail, and more hours away from sleeping.

Oh well, this was just another day in the Mafia...

Definitions:

Enforcer- A member of the Mafia that will threaten, maim, or kill someone who doesn't cooperate with the Family.