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Chapter 3:
Within moments of the shot, the Cops had entered the office to find the limp, and lifeless body of the once owner of Twilight Jazz Club. Squall and Cid were later discovered behind another wall and had suspected them of being the killers even through their words of saying that a Mobster did it.
"Tell it to the judge, you liars," one of the officers remarked as Squall and Cid as he roughly sat them in the Police Cruisers.
The men from before were hiding in an alleyway in an inconspicuous looking car that later pulled out onto the street and made its way towards Little Italy.
"We are in a heap of trouble now," Xigbar remarked as he slammed his hands against the steering wheel as he sat in the car; the car was parked in a secret garage of the Mob hideout.
"Its alright, as long as the Boss doesn't question us about the kid, we'll be alright," Xaldin leaned over the back of the Passenger seat and looked at the limp figure in the red head's arms, "Axel, you going to keep cradling that kid or what, Mother Teresa?"
"Shut up, Xaldin," Axel pushed a hand into Xaldin's face as the car made its final ascent to the secret parking Garage.
"Alright, get out quietly and without incident," Xaldin shut his car door; Xigbar and Axel followed suit.
Axel held the kid in his arms as they made their way to the Boss' office to tell him what had happened at the Jazz Club; things were going smooth until the small interruption that had been Roxas. Back at the club, things were crazy, the Club was to be closed for Investigation by order of Officer Strife as he scoured the Dance Hall and saw that the only thing strange about it was the still messy tables from the party that evening. "Mr. Nocturne, could you tell me anything you might know about what happened?" Officer Strife questioned the man as he walked up to Demyx who was puffing on a small stick cigarette, as he blew the smoke; it seemed to curl about his head.
A small smirk crossed his face, "Hey man, I only play the scene here; I don't know the inner workings of it all, okay?" Demyx took another drag on the cancer stick before putting it out on the smooth tile of the Stage, "All I know is that hours after I left, there was an incident here, end of story."
Officer Strife wasn't to taking lightly to smart mouth people and was willing to do whatever he had to do get some answers, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Nocturne," Officer Strife walked about the Hall.
The peering eyes of Ms. Lockhart were locked on him as if she was studying him; she knew something had been going on for many months now, but, now she was worried that their little plan of working with the Mob and getting a small profit from them by them putting various members into the Club.
Luxord and Demyx were the only two that worked at the Club, Cid and Squall had only been undercover Cops that had gotten caught up in the glimmer and glam of a life of being handed money from under the table. Cid and Squall had been placed in undercover duty due to orders and understandings from a member of the Mob Family who had been picked up for suspicion of trafficking alcohol illegally.
He had sung like a Canary and told them everything he knew; the two of them were placed on the case, but in the world of Organized Crime and corruption in the Jazz Clubs lately, they had just gotten swept up into it.
"Let's get going back to the station, guys," Officer Strife waved his hand halfheartedly in the area as to motion for the men to leave.
"Something is suspicious about this Officer Strife guy...he doesn't seem like your normal type of Fuzz," Ms. Lockhart encurled her chin with her fingers as she watched him leave.
She started to clean up, but almost halfway through, she decided to drop what she was doing and shout, "WHERE IN THE HELL IS ROXAS!?! THIS IS HIS JOB! THAT LITTLE BRAT!" she shouted angrily as she dropped the dirty dishes and trash bags on the floor as she scoured the Hall for the blonde teen.
Her angered began to boil and build, but as she came upon where, her now dead Boss, had been found; she couldn't help but peek in and look to see if he was in the room. "He's not here either...what in the world happened in here? And where is Roxas?" Ms. Lockhart pondered.