Chapter 40

In Ohmtown, the nightclubs and bars were packed with young souls. Rock music flowed out of the clubs and the young generation danced to the beat.

Omar, however, was sitting alone in a bar, and he gulped down some cheap beer. The alcohol gave him a new kind of buzz, but he didn't like it.

His head pounded due to the chattering and loud music in the bar, but he had to fight it. "Yo bud, are you okay?" the bartender asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Omar lied and showed his empty beer glass.

"You might want to slow it down a bit," the bartender insisted, but Omar gave him a look.

The bartender took the glass and refilled it. Omar sipped at it and put it back down on the edge.

"Hey, you won't believe what luck I had!" a young dog humanoid next to Omar said to his friends. "I got the last ticket for Mok's farewell concert!"

"Man, you're so lucky!" someone commented.

Mok, the name ran through Omar's mind like a loud freight train. 'That old bastard, I wish he just die!' Omar's thoughts said.

"Did you hear about the prostitution ring he busted in Miami? Now that can't be a coincidence," a woman said.

"He said that he did it because he's in love with one of the girls he rescued, what's her name? Angie? Anya?" the young dog man asked.

"Angel Lyons, that's what I heard," one of his friends said. Omar shot up when he heard the name. 'Angel? She's with that creep?' his thoughts said inside his head. 'And he's in love with her?! No, no, no that can't be right!'

"If you ask me, I have a feeling that he's going to ask that girl the big question," the young dog man said to his friends.

"Yeah, what a lucky girl," his lady friend replied. "Do you think Mok will ask her during the concert?" she asked.

"I would be surprised if he didn't," one of the other men said.

Omar had to get in that concert, but from what he heard, the tickets were completely sold out. He also can't bring in the gun, otherwise he'll get arrested at the gate and ruin his chance of finding Angel.

'When I find her, I'm going to squish her eyes like they're bugs," Omar's thoughts said and he got up and walked up to the young dog man.

"Hey, I heard you got the last ticket to Mok's concert," Omar said. The young dog man looked at him as if Omar mistook him for someone else.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" he asked.

"Well, how much do you want for it?" Omar asked and he hoped that the dog man wouldn't ask for a hundred.

"What? I'm not giving you my ticket, I'm going to that concert," he replied and turned around.

"I need that ticket," Omar said in a hostile voice.

"Get lost loser," the dog man replied and gave Omar the middle finger. At that moment, Omar grabbed the dog man by the hand and twisted it so hard, that he heard a crack.

"OW! What the hell is wrong with you?!" the dog man cried out, but Omar pushed him to the ground.

The dog man's lady friend began to scream as Omar punched and kicked at her helpless friend.

"Hey!" someone shouted and Omar felt strong hands grabbing at his shirt. Some of the door bouncers pulled Omar off the dog man and threw him outside and onto the ground.

Omar got up to brush off some pebbles from his shirt, but he held in one hand the ticket he stole from the dog man.

'Now I'm going to teach you your place, Angel,' his thoughts said, again and he walked off into the dark night.