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In the middle of the day, Ben and Rook stood in Cryx's nightclub with several other plumbers examining the crime scene in front of them. Rook was combing through the computer while Ben was examining the room. The other plumbers were questioning people close to Cryx and Grecius. "It looks like they took quite a few blasts." Ben said examining the dead bodies currently being examined.
"Yes, and look at Cryx's data pad. Minutes after his assumed death, the money in one of his accounts was transferred." Rook said examining the recent transaction.
"Any idea who took the money?" Ben asked walking over to him.
"Sadly, no. Whoever transferred the money used an encrypted system that is very secure." Rook said looking at the data once more.
"Well, there are other clues, like the wet floor and the frost bite on Grecius and Cryx." Ben said looking over their bodies. "Something tells me that Aaron was behind this."
"There certainly is enough evidence to at least question him." Rook said grabbing his things. "Let's get going."
One of the other plumbers walked up to them as they were leaving. "We found Cryx's beneficiary. Should we contact them?" Rook and Ben nodded their heads as they walked out of the nightclub.
They made their way to the tavern where Lance worked and Aaron hung out on his days off. Aaron was sitting there drinking a soda while Lance was wiping off the counter. "Well if it isn't the chicken." Lance smirked. "What can I get for you guys?" He asked putting the cloth over his shoulder.
"Yeah, thanks for that by the way." Ben said glaring at him. "We're not here about that. We're here to talk to Aaron." Ben said as he and Rook took seats on opposite sides of Aaron.
"Cryx and Grecius?" Aaron asked sipping his soda calmly.
Rook nodded his head. "Why'd you do it?" Ben asked glaring at him.
"They wanted me dead and Cryx killed my father." Aaron said finishing off the glass which Lance quickly replaced with a full one.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Rook responded putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Back off." Aaron said pushing his hand away. "If I couldn't trust them, what makes you think that I can trust you?" He asked glaring at them.
"Maybe because we're the good guys." Ben said sarcastically.
"Yeah right, the guy who destroys half of Undertown to catch a criminal is good." Aaron scowled at him.
"You do cause a lot of destruction." Rook commented.
Ben and Rook were about to start arguing, but Aaron interrupted. "Are you guys going to arrest me or not?" He asked looking at both of them.
"No." Ben mumbled.
"They were both large crime-bosses and targets for the plumbers, and we can't arrest you for defending yourself, despite the level of cruelty you used to exact your vengeance." Rook sighed. Aaron stood up and sat some money on the counter before walking out of the tavern.
Aaron walked to the shipyard where he was greeted by a Galvin floating on a small pedestal. "Young man, do you even have enough money to afford one of these ships?" He asked.
"Is this enough?" Aaron asked holding up his phone to show the one hundred thousand Tayden balance.
"Oh, right this way." The Galvin said as he escorted Aaron around the shipyard to show him the various makes and models and features on all of the ships.
While looking at the various ships, Aaron called Fixin and Damian on his phone. "Are you guys up for arming my new ship?" The two aliens responded eagerly when Aaron told them the budget; Aaron intended to spend the whole one hundred thousand Taydens on his new ship.
Meanwhile…
Chrezz, the twenty one year old Conductoid with a white coloring, silver plugs, and a stone gray eye that looked like a rock, was walking through Undertown wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans and a black beanie hat. Chrezz was the leader of a small gang in Undertown that usually committed small scale crimes such as armed robbery, vandalism, and destruction of property. Being the illegitimate son of Cryx, he felt like he had the obligation to show him up and become the ultimate crime lord to finally earn his attention. Chrezz walked out of an alley and without warning, a black van pulled up in front of him while the door slid open and a rag was placed on his face as well as a bag before the door closed and the van sped off.
Chrezz woke up with the sack removed sitting at the end of a large conference table with a crest in the center of it. Several aliens in suits sat at the table looking at him. "What's the big idea? If someone doesn't start talking I'm going to fry all of you" Chrezz shouted as he stood up ready to attack.
"Chrezz, relax. No one is here to hurt you. We just have some important news to share with you. And we have no problem getting our hands dirty if you can't listen." One of the aliens said changing from a calming to a serious tone as he and the others all pulled shotgun-like blasters from under their seats and cocked them. Chrezz immediately took his seat knowing that he was outmatched in this situation while one of the other aliens began to speak.
"It's about your father. He was killed last night." He began.
"By who?" Chrezz asked angrily.
"This boy, a bounty hunter." He said sliding Chrezz a photograph of Aaron. "Your father wanted him dead, and when he found out, he killed your father. In your father's will, he left his empire and his fortune to you."
Chrezz was shocked at all of the information that he had just received. "That means I'm the boss now."
"Yes, but there is the matter of..." One of the aliens began, but was cut off by Chrezz.
"I'm the boss, and I want that kid brought to me so that I can thank him myself for this new life." Chrezz said taking in everything. "Also, there are going to be some changes around here. I want body guards, hot chicks, and some new clothes. Get on it!" Chrezz ordered kicking his feet up on to the table while reclining and smiling. Within a few hours, Chrezz was sitting in his father's old office wearing a black blazer with the crime family's crest on the upper left breast, and a pair of black suit pants and dress shoes. He had two Appoplexians by his side, both holding large rifles in their hands and wearing suits with earpieces and dark tinted sunglasses. By his sides he had two female Methanosians; both of them were rubbing his shoulders trying to please their new boss.
"Anything else sir?" One of his advisors from the meeting asked attentively.
"No, I'm good right now. Just make sure that when my new ride comes, it's the right color. It really ticks me off when it's the wrong one, and you don't want to see what happens when I get ticked off." He said glaring at the advisor who nodded his head before walking out of the office.
"Ohhh, you're so tense, baby." One of the Methanosians said seductively as she continued to rub his shoulders.
"Being the boss does that, but it has its perks." Chrezz said smiling at her as he kicked his feet up on to the desk and reclined in to a more comfortable position.