The following week
Thursday, July 17th, 2014

Safehouse A, New York

Bad news, very bad news, the fucking worst news; need anyone say more?

The bastard was out; he was free. The bastard had controlled whole chunks of New York City from his fucking jail cell. What the fuck would the bastard do, now that he was out of jail? Talk about shit and the proverbial fucking fan, Joshua was not talking mouse shit here, he was talking fucking elephant shit and an enormous fucking fan.

That fucking cunt, he killed his fucking Dad.

Across the City, that same time

One Police Plaza

Some bad news, very bad news, the fucking worst news.

He was out. There were dead guards and prisoners scattered everywhere. He had controlled whole chunks of New York City from his fucking jail cell. What the fuck would he do, now that he was out of jail? Marcus could see a dark cloud falling over New York City; only bad things could come from the jail break.

The only good thing?

At least Mindy was well away from all that shit.

The next day
Friday, July 18th

One Police Plaza, New York

Some very disturbing reports were coming in.

One man was dead: meat cleaver to the chest.

One man was dead: thrown down a long flight of stairs and with three fingers missing from his left hand. The fingers had been removed 'traumatically'.

Another man: burnt to death with gasoline.

Another man: both kneecaps removed with a shotgun.

It looked like Ralph D'Amico was cleaning house, in his own unique manner. Marcus had a distinct feeling that they would be seeing a lot more of that shit. He dialled his cell and it was answered seconds later.

"Greetings from the Windy City, common New Yorker!"

"Funny, Mindy."

"What's got you all flustered, Marcus?" Mindy asked, cautiously.

"You've read the papers, I assume."

Mindy's tone changed.

"Yeah; we know all about that cunt."

"Well, he seems to be cleaning house in New York. We have had several violent deaths. Now, if you were still here in the City; well it's your kind of violence," Marcus replied.

"But it isn't me, so it must be good old Uncle Ralph," Mindy said.

"Always knew you were a clever girl," Marcus laughed.

"I know that he'll start doing the same here, soon. He will want both cities and I am gonna stop him, Marcus. This doesn't end, till he follows his brother and nephew," Mindy said, in her 'I'm Hit Girl' voice. "Two down. Last one left, and he is now in play; our target is Ralph D'Amico."

"You and Dave keep safe, plus the other members of your 'Fucked Up Super Hero Club'," Marcus grimaced.

"I will, Marcus. Love ya!" Mindy said, before the call disconnected.

'God,' Marcus thought. 'I hope she keeps herself safe; that girl was going to be the death of me.'

Later that day
One Police Plaza

"Hey, Lieutenant. They just found Sergeant Raymond, sliced and diced. He was dumped on waste ground."

"When?"

"Looks like it was done last night, hell of a coincidence."

"Tell me about it! Ralph fucking D'Amico!"

Safehouse A

He needed to protect myself.

But how would he do that?

With Ralph D'Amico free, to do whatever he wanted. He had been keeping a close eye on the news. Killings, retribution, warnings. You name it. He really was getting scared now. If Ralph D'Amico found out that he was alive . . . Why would he care about a fucking fourteen-year-old brat? Because, Ralph D'Amico was careful, he did not leave loose ends.

It was . . . insane. He was in way over his head.

Updated: January 2018