Mako's Message: Hey, check this shit out! I updated two days in a row! And it wasn't prewritten or nothin'!

Don't know what got into me.

Anyway, I'm actually really excited about this chapter because it's the second part of something I've been wanting to get to for a long time. First part was back in chapter...130? yeah. 130.

Anyway, enjoy!


Tonight Kick-Ass and Hit Girl got to have a little fun.

We got a noise complaint from a fed up old lady who was insisting her neighbors were drug dealers, with people coming and going at all hours, constantly banging on the doors and blasting loud music and the police weren't doing shit. That was actually in her own words. I bet if she was forty years younger she would have gone over there and kicked their asses herself.

We didn't have anything more important to do, and it sounded like a simple, easy, and fun mission so we took it.

The apartment was almost, but not quite, as run down as I was expecting. It looked like it had been a nice place at one point though, which is always interesting. Most of these places are just built to be cheap housing and are just square bricks. This place actually had some character. For example, it had a courtyard with a garden. It was a shitty garden, and the fountain was dry and full of crap, but it could have been nice if people gave a shit.

Which is true about a lot of things.

So we knocked on her door, well, Dave did, he always likes to let people know when their requests or tips are being followed up on(He says it encourages people to keep tipping it off), and then went to the next apartment. We could hear the music clearly from the hall and some shouting as well.

When he knocked on the door we heard someone shout, "If that's Raphael's guys again you tell them to tell him if he want's his money he needs to bring his cracker ass down here and get it himself!"

Then we heard someone walk up to the door and put a hand on it and then a panicked, "It ain't Raphael's guys!"

And then we heard more footsteps and the first voice again saying, "Then who the fuck is-" and that's when he opened the door, saw us, and shit himself.

I smiled at him and said in my best cyanide-sweet voice, "So, tell us about Raphael."

We pushed the guy back into the apartment and I twisted his wrist around and marched him into the living room. Two guys tried to grab us but I back kicked one of them in the nuts and Dave elbowed another in the face sending him to the floor. I looked around and said, "Anybody else wanna try?"

Nobody did, but we did find a guy hiding in the bathtub.

So, once we rounded them all up in the living room and their hands cuffed, which I wasn't happy about. I wanted to leave them uncuffed so they might try something but Dave just gave me this look and I knew I wasn't going to win that argument. It's just not fair! We were in an apartment full of drug dealers! If he's not going to let me kill them he could at least let me kick them around a little!

Anyway, we got them to tell us about Raphael, who was their supplier, and where he lived, or at least did business. He didn't know much more than that. They weren't exactly bright after all, opening the door for us and shit. At least Rasul had some clue as to how to operate. Then we tied their cuffs together and left them for the cops.

We actually had to stop the old lady from going in there and giving them a piece of her mind while waiting for the cops. She probably went in there after we left anyway though. But we couldn't just sit around and wait for them since we have technically broken a few laws here and there and officially they are supposed to arrest us so...yeah. Hanging around isn't exactly an option.

So, tomorrow we're going to start staking Raphael's place out. See who comes and goes, what else they might be up to besides drugs, and any other connections they might have before we take them out. It'll be just like old times.