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Northwood Heights Bridge

On the same evening on the bridge that connected Northwood Heights with Bohan, some business was being handled. Normally anyone who had any bit of brains would know not to walk these parts this late.

Either by coincidence or sheer luck, there were barely any cars on that bridge-

"You fucked us over!"

*KICK!*

"Ugh!" a man groaned who was wearing dirty clothes and was clearly a drug user, was on his knees as he already was bleeding from the mouth. He was already covered in bruises that could be seen on his face and arms.

"You stupid fucking junk!" One of the two men, both were local dealers who were very angry at the victim they had just beaten. "Time's up, where's our money!?"

"I-I… I need more time." The junkie said, trying to reason. "Just give me more time-"

"Nah man, you already three G's in debt." The hoodie man said, the eldest of the duo who was clearly the more level-headed guy who was being honest. "Clarence gave you the time for that package, and you fucked it up."

"Listen, I know youse with Clarence Little's crew, but you gotta understand-"

"Too late." The youngest one said as he puts his hand on the junkie. "Time's up, so is yours."

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!?"

The addict felt himself getting hold against the railings, trying to resist before he got himself a fist across the face, with the older dealer then taking it to another notch and giving a strong gut punch, causing him to fall down to the ground.

"Ugh…" The addict began to vomit something out. "What the fuck…"

Then the two dealers took their chance and grabbed the indebted addict up and forced him again to the railings of the bridge. Not taking long for the man to figure out what they were planning.

"Wait! Wait!"

"Should've paid your debt!"

The dealers threw the addict over the railings, earning them a hollow scream from the man as he fell down from the high distance of the bridge, into the dark water where even if he'd managed to survive that fall, he would drown in that cold water without any chance.

*SPLOSH!*

The sound of something hitting the water caused the two dealers to then look over the railings to see the results of their actions for themselves, seeing that the numb body of the addict was face down in the water as he was slowly sinking into the river with full drenched clothes.

"Shit…all that for a bag of SPANK." The younger dealer said grimacing at the sight. "Why do we even sell full packages to dope fiends like him?"

"Customer breeds more customers, man." The older dealer said. "Let's go before someone sees us."

The two men began to walk away from the scene by the pedestrian side of the bridge, just as then a pair of headlights were seen coming from the opposite direction - with it being a black Cavalcade SUV to be exact.

…

The car that drove past the two dealers and came from Northwood and was driving towards Bohan, was being driven by Luis Lopez who was driving the ride that belonged to his friend Armando, who sat right next to him with Henrique sitting right behind them in the backseat.

"Good to have you with us, Luis." Henrique said as he was just sitting in the back. "It's been a while since we all got together."

"Yeah, way too long. L, way too long." Armando voiced in, even going further. "How's it going downtown? Seen any new cock lately at that fag bar?"

"Ha-fucking-ha, A, your jokes haven't changed I see," Luis responded as he replied to the first question while driving. "It's been a while, H. True. especially after that shit went down in Ay's gym."

"You mean before the war?" Armando asked, adding. "Yeah, that's true."

Henrique agreed. "Yeah, those boys from East Holland are keeping us, busy."

"Fuck, stop calling it a war, you two." Luis opinionated side flared up a bit. "This is nothing but stupid gang bullshit, we all know that."

The SUV happened to then reach the end of the bridge, entering Bohan properly as the car went on to drive downwards to San Quentin Avenue.

"Oh, you forgot that much in Downtown, don't you?" Armando shot back. "If you'd be staying for a day or two up in the heights you'd see it for yourself the streets aren't safe now for us."

"Yeah, especially for you, L."

"Huh?" Luis heard that. "What are you talking about, H?"

"You see if you'd be around the block more instead of those clubs of your boss, you would've heard Clarence has put a price on your head," Armando told him. "He hates you, bro. So much he puts a ten G bounty on your head for any hustler who can put a bullet in you."

"Really? Ten fucking G's for calling him Chicken Little?" Luis said in anger. "Fuck. Now that's the last thing I needed right now - a fucking price on my head."

"Yeah, but no worry, bro. We got your back."

"What do you mean don't worry?" Luis reacted angrily. "I got a price on my head and you tell me to not fucking worry?"

"Because you're the one with the ten grand bounties while the rest of us fools have only five. That's why." Henrique explained to him calmly. "Except for Willy who's got twenty on his back. Every one of us got less than ten. And that pissed off the Gomez Brothers."

"What? Oscar and Alonso got less than me?" Luis was confused. "And why are they angry?"

"Because they felt disrespected. Like they were treated like low punks." Armando replied. "They, however, did not let that go slide, just look at what they did in Steinway the other day."

"That was them? Jesus. I heard about it the other day." Luis saw the newspaper article. "They got the full lead. But why them?"

Henrique admitted. "Fatman whose brain got splattered across the car? He was the driver of the drive-by."

"He is?"

"He was, yes," Armando said while looking out of the window. "He went after one of us, we go after them. That's how it is."

Luis became even more confused. "What do you mean? It was retaliation?"

"Yes, L, it was," Armando replied. "Even when you turned into a Downtown wannabe, you still got hit up by those putas from East Holland who think they can fuck with us. We're Dominicans, we gotta stick together against them."

"For real, even after all the shit you have been doing lately, Willy still gave the okay to cover your back. Luis." Henrique told his childhood friend. "You proved yourself when you did your time in prison. You didn't snitch or run off, and still take care of your moms. That's enough for us to keep your back covered."

The car happened to then enter through the main street of Bohan when Luis heard it, causing him then to comment.

"Fuck, bro. I don't want any more people to die for bullshit."

"This is Liberty City, L. People die for bullshit every day." Henrique said before he then noticed something up the road. "Hey, you guys see that?"

The SUV was then in a short traffic jam as they were coming across a police checkpoint, with a cruiser seen blocking off the street. Right off the small street in South Bohan.

"Move along, move along." The officer who was busy directing the traffic said as he told off Luis. "Sir, keep this car moving."

"Hey, what happened here, officer," Luis asked.

"Homicide, but you'll read it in the newspaper tomorrow." The officer replied as he pressed on to them. "Now move, please."

The SUV went on to drive, and just then as another civilian car drove right into the blocked off-street.

…

Inside the apartment

*FLASH!*

That was the coroner's team making pictures from different angles of the deceased corpse of Eric Carlson. With the lights in the apartment turned on and with multiple police present, it was now a crime scene.

With multiple different officers of different brigades at the scene, it was Yugito who entered last and then got the brief attention of the other detectives who saw her enter.

They proceeded to return to their work with some even openly scuffing at her as she was clearly not welcome here.

Sighing, Yugito knew this and walked over to one of the coroners who she knew and tapped the back. The man was of silver hair and round glasses who the blonde woman knew.

"Kabuto."

Kabuto Yakushi, a young but experienced coroner worker, turned his face to the female detective and smiled at her as he stood up and greeted her properly.

"Detective Nii, good to see you again, it's been a while."

"Indeed, now let us get to the point," Yugito said nodding to the white sheet. "Victim?"

"Eric Carlson's the man, well was to be in fact," Kabuto said showing the body. "26 years old, slightly overweight, cause of death was a gunshot wound to the head."

Yugito flinched away for a moment after taking a closer look at the head. "That's just not pretty."

"Neither were the things on his computer."

"Wait, what about a computer?"

Kabuto shook his head while working and pointed his thumb out. "Just look at the screen."

Taking upon his advice, the blonde woman went up to the screen and saw something one of the detectives was searching for, asking for permission to see, she herself then saw numerous images that were disgusting to see.

"Oh no, he was a-"

"Yes, perhaps the killer saw this and went on a little act of justice. Whatever happened to the other servers I don't know, but wherever they are, they're gone now."

Yugito shook her head while going through the evidence on the screen.

"Who in their right mind wants to see this shit?"

Rotterdam Hill

*SMASH!*

That was one of the servers seen thrown against the wall in a back alley where two men were surrounded by destroyed electronic parts. This happened to be taking place just outside the studio in Rotterdam Hill.

"Who in their right mind wants to see this shit?" One of the guys said after picking up a sledgehammer. "Cannot believe Eric was this kind of person."

"Let's not talk about and just break all of this." The other guy spoke as he pulled out a black trash bag. "Clean up and throw it all in here."

The two men continued to then clean up the remains of the destroyed servers just as something was happening inside the studio.

…

Two hands were shaking inside the studio that was now mostly empty, with now Narumi and Anko seen in the office of Ling Shan who was eager to meet with a friend of her producer.

"Nice to meet you, Narumi. My name's Ling Shan."

"Nice to meet you too," Narumi said, showing herself to be rather nervous while introducing herself. "I'm sorry, but I didn't expect that…you know."

Ling and Anko exchanged giggles as they were used to these first impressions, which didn't bother them much as they themselves were once in their shoes.

"There's no need to be nervous, dear. There's nobody out there except for us three in here." Ling assured her with calm. "That's why it was for the better to talk after hours of work, to make you more comfortable. Please sit."

Narumi did so as she held onto her pants with the nervousness still showing. Ling sitting in her office chair with Anko just sitting on the couch.

"So Anko said you were in need of employment," Ling asked out straight away. "Something to pay the bills, like your student loan debt."

"Yes…"

"Right, which is not unusual, but what I did find is this." Ling logged back into her computer and read from the screen. "You had an internship in a Weazel News outlet in Japan."

Narumi looked away after that was mentioned. "Yes, it was for my studies in two subjects, actually."

"In Media Studies and Journalism, correct?" Ling read off from the screen. "Where you actually learned how to be an editor, correct?"

"Right..." Naruto responded, really unsure before she then said "Wait. I'm confused here."

5 minutes later

"Thank you, I won't let you down!" Narumi said bowing her head while she shook Ling's hand. "I really am grateful."

Ling smiled and told her. "Oh please, I should be grateful knowing I got an experienced editor now on my team." The Chinese beauty turned to her producer. "You really shouldn't have scared her though, making her think she was being interviewed for an acting job? Bad Anko."

Anko snickered with a joke. "Hey, a girl cannot fool around anymore?" She however added a nervous chuckle to her response. "Besides, I wouldn't even dare, her Godmother would kill me if she saw her in my work."

Narumi could only imagine the anger her Godmother would say, but what her godfather would only be delighted with - the old perv.

"Excuse me."

The three women turned towards the door, where unexpectedly a normally dressed Konan was seen entering, wearing tight jeans with blue sneakers and a fitting shirt, she wasn't supposed to be here for today as it was her day off.

"Oh Konan, what are you doing here?"

"Forgot my purse, and also have a complaint about the new performer that I wanted to bring in." Konan began before she laid her eyes on the redhead. "But that can wait, who are you? New performer?"

"Oh no, no I am not." Narumi waved it off with her cheeks growing red. "I'm the new editor, I am Narumi."

Something unusual came out of Konan, which was a small smirk as she extended her hand.

"Name's Konan."

Roman's Cab Depot

*PUNCH!* *PUNCH! *PUNCH!*

The sound of something getting smashed in over and over again was coming from the open garage of the cab company where a hanging punching bag was being relentlessly punched and kicked from multiple angles.

It was Naruto who was seen in his sports clothing that consisted of shorts, a white t-shirt, and some sporting shoes as he was seen to be working out for a while now with the drenched back of his shirt covered in sweat, showing off he was in quiet the physique.

Wearing the red boxing gloves, Naruto was exhausted he grabbed for his bottle of water before he drank from it but then continued pouring it over his hair and head.

"Naruto."

Turning around, he was met with Xin entering the depot with an unsure-looking face.

"Xin…. Not now."

"Listen, about the job-"

"Not now." Naruto re-iterated his wording as he looked at the car with the open engine door as he walked over towards it.

He turned on the engine with the keys still inside the ignition, as the engine was done, the loud sound of it was enough for him to speak.

"Alright, we can talk now," Naruto said as he turned toward his Chinese associate. "First let me say that what I found yesterday was disgusting."

"I understand-"

"NO, YOU DON'T!" Naruto nearly shouted, glaring into Xin's eyes as he continued on. "Let me finish. What I saw, what I did, and what happened back there: is not what I agreed on."

The angry glare from the usually happy and laid-back Naruto was something he had seen in only two places when he was fighting in the ring, or something really pissed him off.

"Nobody knew he collected that vile material, Naruto."

"Well I found out, and frankly I can still not get it out of my head," Naruto said leaning against the car with anger as he shook his head. "I hope your boss knows that."

"That's why I am here." Xin pulled out an envelope that he handed over. "Here's your pay."

Naruto turned his head towards the envelope and accepted it, briefly opening it to see it was filled with money notes. Fifty and hundred dollar ones.

"That's twice the amount that was normally agreed on, but given the situation, Kenny wanted to pay you extra for the fact you left no trails."

"Yeah, I made sure I covered up my tracks," Naruto said putting the envelope away into his cab but asking. "What about you?"

"Car's got different plates, the gun is gone and nobody's going to talk," Xin assured as he added. "It is Bohan, nobody snitches to the cops, especially if it is a pedophile who just got killed."

"Servers?"

"We got the Master Copy, so we just destroyed what's left of it and threw it in the trashcan before they got thrown away."

Then Naruto felt something vibrate in his pocket as he pulled out his phone and saw he was getting called, seeing the number was unknown.

"Good, because we pretend like this never happened," Naruto told him as he was about to answer the call. "Speak to you next time."

"Right," Xin said as he left. "Stay safe."

Naruto turned off the engine and went on to answer the phone while sitting inside the car.

"Uzumaki here, who am I speaking to?"

"Fucking little shit, is this how you speak to your boss?" The voice sounded slurred but also annoyed and angry. "If your tiny rice mind is wondering, I am the man to who you are owing money."

Closing his eyes, Naruto's mind quickly figured out whom he was talking to, and as he took all of his strength to keep himself from cussing the man out who was responsible for Roman's gut wound, he responded.

"Mr. Faustin, how can I help you?"

"Come to Perestroika, I want to talk to you in person alone. Be here within the hour before Dimitri and your friend Niko Bellic arrive. Goodbye."

Hanging up like that, Naruto found himself again being forced to deal with the Russians as he released a sigh of frustration.

"Never a resting a moment…"

Meanwhile

Alderney

Down in the Acter Lost MC clubhouse, a small party was happening-

"YAHOOO!" Brian shouted as he was just done snorting a line from the plat that was going around in the back room, where all the ranking Lost members of the Alderney Chapter were seen getting drunk, getting high, or getting pumped up by the presence of two of the current ladies who were edging the men in this room out of their minds.

Sitting also in that room was Obito, who on the contrary to the others was just taking a drink of one beer, sitting right on a single chair next to Angus, he was not paying attention but instead thinking there while everyone was having a time.

"Heyo Good Boy." The one Lost Bitch who was trying to flirt with him for days now held her hand over his shoulder. "Wanna hit it? I got some you might be interested in."

"... I'll pass," Obito stated harshly as he took another swig from his bottle. "Now beat it."

Some of the men were laughing at the attempt of the Lost Bitch who was irritated by this man's staunchly rejection.

"Hey I-"

"Yes you smell like you haven't taken a bath in a week, I reckon. So leave." Obito told her off. "If you even think trying to get near me again or even flirt with me, I'll use a hose on you so you can actually smell like a human person - now fuck off, hag."

"I SEE WHY YOU'RE A FUCKING GOOD BOY!" Billy shouted half-high with laughter while holding a brunette girl on his lap. "There He fucking goes!"

This made the bitch look in anger and embarrassment, just then when someone entered the ordeal.

"Hey, Johnny K!"

Johnny entered the room and was welcomed by all his brothers who didn't even bother to stand up.

"Hey Johnny," The same woman tried to be friendly with him and approaches Johnny. "How you doin' baby?"

"Look out, she smells."

"No I don't-" The woman got pushed back by Johnny, forcing her to back off. "Hey, what the fuck?"

"Thanks for the warning," Johnny said before he turned to Billy. "Hey man, you having fun over there?"

"Absolutely!" Already loaded and ready to be laid, Billy had the equally loaded brunette Lost MC Lady on his lap with his hands around her. "And if I get tested, I have a bag of twelve-year-old's piss right here. I am clean."

Obito internally was just disappointed in seeing the kind of environment in which the re-instated President of the chapter was brought back, with only a few days he'd be filling himself with all kinds of illicit drugs that could ruin this chapter by one simple police raid.

Johnny however already stated the obvious in a sarcastic tone. "Real nice."

"oh fuck you, Johnny." Billy got up angry and dropped the girl next to him. "You don't judge me!"

"Whooaa! Calm down, man." Johnny told him off. "Have another drink or somethin' but calm the fuck down."

Billy snapped. "Oh fuck you, faggot."

"Yeah? Really?" Johnny responded back, both ready to then throw it down, with some of the likes of Brian even encouraging it.

"Woa! woa! Woa! Guys! Guys! Billy, Johnny." Jason walked right in and warned them. "We got a couple of fuckin' Deadbeats outside."

The reactions to anger varied everyone in disgust and anger. Deadbeats in the middle of their turf?

"Deadbeats? What the fuck do they want?" Billy was the most pissed off. "I'm out of rehab three minutes, and they think they can crash my party? Come on."

Grabbing for his gun, the President left out first and was followed by the others, even a couple of other brothers were seen coming out from the second floor when word reached them.

With Obito not far behind, he also was carrying now something if any surprises were happening.

…

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Why the long faces?"

Billy exited first and was met with the sight of a group of Angels of Death bikers, nearly a few dozen of them, all being led by one of their Lieutenant. With soon his own Lost brothers followed behind him.

"Might I tempt you in a swift libation," Billy spoke with the clear sarcasm of a peacemaker to them. "my most trusted and honored guest?"

The Angels of Death lieutenant spoke unimpressed. "I thought we had a truce."

"Did you? Funny thing - I wasn't aware." Billy argued back in his tone as he went on to ask. "But let me tell you, it's a strange kind of truce that makes you think it's okay to gatecrash my party, Deadbeat motherfucker."

Obito walked up to the front, physically visible to be spotted by the Angels.

"Oh, We're sorry. We heard you had visitors from abroad." A bad deadbeat mockingly apologized with a taunting statement with his hands closed. "Me so sowwy i in diksukas!"

Some of the Angels laughed at that which caused the members of the Lost to lose patience at that disrespect of one of their own.

"You enjoy your little party. I take it, the good times are over." The Angel Lieutenant gave Billy the finger. "No problem, old man-"

*BANG!*

One loud shot was heard as a Deadbeat was seen blasted to the ground with a large bloodied hole in his stomach, the same Angel who just badmouthed in that racist taunt.

"What the fuck-"

*BANG!*

A second shot was fired and this time it came from Billy Gray who shot the Deadbeat in the back, killing him.

"Good shot, Good Boy." Billy complimented him as he turned to him. "I guess you're not a fan of that kind of humor?"

Holding a sawn-off shotgun, Obito was the source of that first shot as he simply stated his reason.

"No… I've heard that joke before…"

*VROOM!*

The small moment was broken by the sound of dozens of motorcycles engines being turned on, as the remaining Angels of Death were seen making their escape from a fight they clearly sought out but did not want to finish it.

"Screw you, you Deadbeat prick!" Billy shouted as he was more than just pissed. "Think you can come to my party and gatecrash? Come on!"

"On me!" Obito said as he went for his bike. "Johnny, come on!"

"... Fuck." Johnny cursed as he went along on this ride to hunt down the Deadbeats.

With only a matter of moments, Billy and his group started to hunt down one group of Angels who were breaking off from the main group, while Obito took the lead with his smaller group to go hunt down the larger group of Deadbeats trying to flee upwards.

"Let's go to war!"

Hove Beach

Perestroika is a famous name for a famous place. Or just for one of Hove Beach' well-known established clubs in the middle of the neighborhood. Where a row of people was usually seen daily for entrance for amusement or business.

And it was for the latter that Naruto was seen coming in for as he was just allowed in by the guards who were told to allow passage for him. Seen wearing more appropriate gear in the sense of black jeans with fitting shoes and a jacket.

Walking into the middle and being stared at from all sides in the large room, Naruto was standing out like a duck with him being surrounded by Eastern Europeans, many of the criminal kind.

And it was they who were eying Naruto, either through the cover of their sunglasses or outright glaring at him. Some were even seen reaching for their belts…

"Naruto Uzumaki!"

Turning his head towards who shouted his name, on the corner sat a man in his red buttoned-up shirt and short black hair. It was Mikhail Faustin who sat there with two bodyguards seen standing in front of his table.

"Naruto Uzumaki, come." Faustin gestured his hand towards the table. "Sit."

With caution, Naruto went up to walk towards the table with the guards seen clearly watching him from both angles as he went to sit down.

"Mr. Faustin."

"Boy, I've been wishing to speak to you for a time now," Mikhail stated to him in quite the manner with his arms laid against the seat. "In the meantime, I have been having my men find information about you - and what did I find out…"

Naruto did not let himself get scared and responded. "Enlighten me then."

"That you are a fucking Killer, that's what you are," Faustin said with a chuckle escaping from his mouth. "And that you can fight, I've seen it in those cage fights before you turned back to riding a fucking cab for a living."

"Well, I cannot be caught doing illegal stuff all the time, you know," Naruto replied to the Russian boss with ease. "I'm not exactly legal in this country."

"Nor is half this fucking city! But here we are." Faustin said as he drank from his glass of vodka before he continued to talk. "Listen, I am asking you to be here for a good reason - I got a job for you."

"And that job entails what precisely?" Naruto asked. "I am trying to lay low for a bit-"

"After you had killed that filthy pedophile in Bohan?"

That alone made Naruto look at him in worry that turned into a glare.

"Don't look at me like that." Faustin looked at him. "And don't think I am going to use it over your head you killed that kind of vermin."

"How do you know…"

"You think you were the first one to try and kill him?" Faustin asked him in retaliation. "That bastard had a price on his head for being spotted looking at girls in a playground - you've done a lot of people a favor."

Naruto eased up upon hearing that and then asked. "What is this job?"

"Simple, you kill a man."

Hearing that, he took a deep breath and knew he had no choice of in declining this, so Naruto then responded.

"Where and when?"

Meanwhile

A pink and white colored voodoo car was seen driving up Savannah Avenue in Meadows Park.

"We're here." The driver was Fu, turning to the backseat. "This the right address?"

Sitting in the back was Narumi who was smiling back. "Yes, it is." She thanked her. "Thank you, Fu." She also turned to the shotgun seat. "And thank you, Konan. You didn't need to."

Konan gave a small smile and stepped out for the redhead to exit. "That's no problem. We're colleagues now." She happened to then look at the park. "You live right across the park? That must be nice."

"Well yes, for exercise and so it is good," Narumi said getting out of the car and adding. "Hey, maybe we can exercise together? You know, if we are working out and all."

"Sounds great, why not," Fu said pulling out her phone. "We exchanged numbers already."

"Alright, till next time!"

Konan got back in the car as it then left, leaving Narumi to then walk up towards the red door and enter through it.

Fu kept driving as she suddenly forget. "Oh snap! I didn't get her last name."

"That's no major problem for now," Konan said as she laid her head back on her seat. "Let us get back to Bohan, I am tired."

"Sure, let's go!" Fu said as she happily kept driving down the street.

An hour later

Up in northern Algonquin in an alley laid a crashed motorcycle that belonged to an Angel of Death member who was seen with his head in the trashcans he crashed into - and with his colors being torn to pieces by the number of gunshot holes.

Standing over him was the Zombie driving Obito who was responsible for the death of this Deadbeat, having finished off the remaining members of the crew that gate-crashed the party, he had brought the wrath of the Grim Reaper to a lot of these guys today.

Shaking his head Obito then drove off as he intended not to stay for long in that alleyway, with the gunfire that was unleashed from Acter to all the way North Holland - the havoc alone must've been a declaration of war alone for anyone to understand.

It was war now, the Lost and the Angels of Death had shed blood in the open of the city.

With his phone ranging, Obito quickly concealed his gun away as he then answered it.

"Speak."

"Jim here, brother." Jim was speaking over the phone. "We handled our group over here if you catch what I mean."

Obito nodded and replied. "I do, my work here is done too. What's the word?"

"For now, we all lie low for now - the number of problems that are now on our doorstep alone will cause the cops to be pissed. So it is for the best you stick with the brothers somewhere else."

"I'll see where I can waste my time," Obito said. "I might be hanging out in Broker or Bohan if you need me."

"So on, brother, and watch out - it's on."

Obito scoffed, not enough for Jim to hear but he went on to reply.

"I know, it's on."

Both ended their phone conversations as Obito started focusing on the road as he intends to make as much distance from the crime scene or even his Alderney chapter brothers as he knew that he'd be on his own for the past few days.

"I'll guess I will go to Bohan."

Bohan

With night coming to a close, not far away from the subway platform at Guantanamo Avenue was stopping. A silver Banshee was seen parked right in front of the entrance - the north entrance of the Windmill Street Station.

On this side of the entrance stood Naruto, right across the street wearing a hoodie as he watched from an alleyway as he observed the spot where his intended target was supposed to be.

"Fucking Mikhail Faustin…"

Coming out of the silver Banshee was a Russian bald man who was in a tracksuit, one who was seen leaning against the car like he himself was waiting for something.

"Naruto."

Turning around, he was glad to see who it was. "Niko, good to see you. You know why you're here?"

"Yes, to kill some guy who's dating Dimitri's cousin," Niko said looking at the subway station. "I just got off the phone with Mr. Faustin, who told me to go through with it. Even when he and Dimitri were arguing."

"Yeah, he already told me…" Naruto said as he also was left out of some details. "Whoever this guy is, we're not going to mess up like that house on Savannah. So we go from two sides."

"You got a plan?" Niko asked. "Tell."

"You go up the south entrance on that platform, I will cover the north here." Naruto nudged his head towards the car. "That's his car right there."

Niko checks out and nods to the plan. "So we flush this guy out?"

"Exactly," Naruto said as he points out. "Go through the alley and go around the block, I'll keep an eye here."

"Right. Here." Niko pulled out a semi-automatic pistol to hand it over. "Here, what you asked for."

A Taurus PT92, with a full clip and in black, looked good as new, making Naruto to then ask him.

"Where did you get it?"

"Gun owner that Dimitri introduced me to. Good piece." Niko tapped him on the back before he left. "I'll be going now."

Naruto nods as he kept an eye on the building while not trying to look suspicious.

10 minutes later

It only takes him a few more minutes for then Niko to reach the platform as he climbed up the stairs and was looking around, seeing not many people on the platform except for a few sitting on the benches with even some homeless sleeping.

Then, when he saw two men talking on the end of the platform, Slavs like him, he approaches the two of them with a clear distance as he saw that one of them was clearly carrying.

"Hey Lenny."

The younger man in casual clothing turned first, him being the intended target.

"Mikhail Faustin don't like you no more," Niko told him. "It's nothing personal."

It was then a subway speeded past them, just when Lenny replied back.

"Faustin ain't nobody, fuck off."

Niko then returned. "He's enough of a somebody to get you killed." Pulling up his-

"Fuck you!" The bodyguard pulled out his own gun and began firing.

Forced into cover by the gunfire that was erupting, Niko hid behind a pillar as everyone in Windmill Street Station began ducking or running for cover.

"Lenny, go!"

Lenny did so as he began running over the subway rails to try and reach the other side of the platform.

"No you don't-" Niko tried to fire, but a bullet grazed his cover. "Shit!"

More gunfire went off as Lenny made it to the other side and began running for the stairs. His bodyguard went for another attempt to shoot Niko-

*TRTTT!*

Fired only once, Niko had used his recently purchased Micro Uzi that he just used to gun down the bodyguard who he ran up to.

"Wait-"

"No chances."

Another burst he fired into the bodyguard before Niko then took his chase after the person named Lenny.

…

"Shit! Shit!"

The gunfire going off was causing everybody in the neighborhood to run away, except for the driver of the Banshee who was seen pulling out his own pistol.

And Naruto, who was seen putting on a pair of black gloves and watching the stairs as he watched the target run down, as he also now wore a black hoodie to cover his identity as he walked up toward the center of the street.

"Let's go, now!" Lenny said as he ran up to the car. "Faustin's put a hit on me!"

Just when a motorcycle was seen driving up from the corner, with on the other side a black SUV, entering into something they didn't know.

Within the SUV was Detective Yugito, who was shocked to see what was happening in front of her.

"What the-"

As he then raised up his pistol, Naruto was aiming then for the pair of Russians, calm and ready as he was intending to end this quickly in a matter of moments with the element of surprise in his favor with them not knowing of his presence.

But then-

"Look out!"

Naruto was then to jump back as he was nearly driven over the biker who had to maneuver out of his way to not drive over him as the two briefly stared at each other, clearly seeing each other's faces.

A pause was then met between what was Naruto in mid-assassination and Obito Uchiha who was cruising in the wrong place and at the wrong time.

"-The fuck?"

*BANG!*

All hell broke loose at that point when the first shot on the street was fired.