Gregor took a deep breath, attempting slowing down his heart beat.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Gregor got to his feet as the shout he was awaiting went up. Hoisting his , bringing the reticle into his line of sight, squinting through his right eye, slowly walking forward as he felt the rest of his unit spread out around him.

They entered the compound. Harry Stringer. Wealthy business magnate. Too bad he had gotten on the wrong side of the De Luca 'Family'.

Yes, Gregor Wilson was part of a crime family.

Gregor had run away from home at age twelve. His mother was abusive, and while Harry was loathe to leave behind his two sisters (Who he loved very dearly), there was a particular incident involving his alcoholic mother that made Gregor snap, and he hit the cold streets of New York.

He had ended up asleep in an alley in one of the more unsavoury parts of the city. When he woke up, he had been cornered by a pair of local thugs, who tried to shake him down for anything of value.

Gregor had snapped, and that had been the first time Gregor had ever killed anybody. To this day, Gregor did not fully understand the repercussions of what he had done, only that the man that had been hassling was now dead, his neck having snapped upon impact with a drainage pipe along the side of the wall of the alley.

The other thug had quickly calmed him down, telling him that; 'There were people who could use skills like his.'

Thus Gregor's current situation, four years later, murdering people who had simply crossed his family one too many times.

The op went flawlessly. The man shot dead. His wife and son had been left alive, and Gregor idly wondered if it would mean less suffering from them to have them join the businessman too.

Gregor had a grim expression on his face throughout the ride in a nondescript van back to the mansion of Signore De Luca.

'Cheer up Wilson, you look like you've seen a ghost.' Cal Wood sat across from him. The man was in his late thirties, with black hair and brown skin, a full but well kempt beard masking most of his features. He was also the thug who had convinced him to join the De Luca family four years ago. Four years already.

Gregor shook his head. 'You know I despise these hits.' It was true. Gregor had hated killing ever since he could remember. Most of the jobs for the family had been intimidation, and occasionally shootouts with rival gang members. Those Gregor could handle. The men he was shooting at were just as damned as he was.

But murdering a businessman, one with a family.

Then why did you go through with it? A small voice in his head asked.

Cal frowned. 'It'll be over soon.' he murmured under his breath.

Gregor didn't acknowledge what the man said. Honestly? There were many times when Gregor suspected that he was hiding something. No shit Wilson. Everybody here is hiding something. None of these thugs just appeared out of thin air.

The debrief by the boss had been easy. Just a rundown of a successful operation.

'Wilson! Wood! Stay behind.' Signore De Luca called out as he dismissed the group.

'What's up boss?' Cal asked good naturedly.

'I need you two to carry out a special op.' Gregor scowled. Another one. More killing. Great. Just what he needed after murdering a father.

'Don't give me that attitude Wilson! I pay for everything! Remember that.' De Luca threatened, pointing a bony finger at Gregor.

'You are to take out a certain Kellie Anders.' De Luca started. 'She's a reporter for the Times, has already put out an article which doesn't exactly flatter me, or the family.' He smiled cruelly.

'If she was to be found -I don't know- shot in an alley with a gun in her hand in two days, I think it would be pretty conclusive what happened.' He picked up two large grey military cases. 'For your service, a Glock 17 for each, brand new. State of the art ammo to go with it. Here's an extra dud for the woman. It is loaded, so make sure to keep the safety on. I'll send you the information later.'

Gregor and Cal both picked up their cases, nodding their understand, if not their agreement in the admittedly harsh measures the mafia boss was taking against the reporter.

Gregor was fuming as he made his way with Cal to a black sports car parked in the driveway. He quickly sat in the passenger seat as Cal turned on the ignition for the car, and they slowly made their way back to their shared apartment.

'You don't have to do it, you know.' Cal began as they wove their way through the streets of downtown New York.

'That's a lie and you know it.' Gregor bit back. 'We both know that De Luca would pull a hit on me as soon as he caught wind that I had disobeyed a direct order without explanation.'

Cal sighed. 'Soon…' He muttered under his breath. Gregor yet again ignored his weird habit as he stared out the window.

When Gregor got home, he quickly got his gear together. He had 'Acquired' a dead policeman's belt a few years back, where his gun holster and knife holster were. Apart from this there were as many ammo pouches as Gregor could manage all the way around the rest of the belt.

Gregor quickly installed the new holster and gun on his belt, testing it out a couple of times before showering and going to bed.

XIXI

Gregor woke up slowly, groaning before stiffening at feeling something hard against his temple.

Gregor's eyes were open in an instant, and he watched in horror and disbelief as Cal, his long time partner and friend, held a gun to his temple, his face set in grim determination.

'Morning sunshine.' He started. He pulled a badge from his belt. 'NYPD.'

Gregor's mind raced. 'How?' He eventually asked hoarsely.

'Undercover. There are hits taking place all across De Luca holdings across New York. De Luca himself shot dead two hours ago resisting arrest.' He gave Gregor a pleading look. 'Listen, I can testify to your less-than-ideal life. I know you're a good kid. We can put you through the system. You can have a future.'

But Gregor had already made up his mind moments before.

Before Cal could even comprehend what was happening, his pistol had been slapped out of his hands, an involuntary yelp leaving his mouth as Gregor punched him straight in the side of the head, falling to the ground.

Gregor quickly scrambled up, snatching his belt and weapons from his desk before hurriedly trying to put them on, before feeling a punch to his ear leave him sprawled out on the floor, gasping for breath with ears ringing.

Cal seemed worse for wear, though, and was clutching the side of his head, eyes shit tight in pain.

Gregor's vision went red and splintered, before he kicked the man in the groin from where he lay, gingerly getting up and leaving Cal sprawled on the floor, crying out in pain.

Gregor finished putting on his belt, gun and combat knife, quickly making his way to the exit of the apartment, only to find two more officers waiting for him outside the door.

Obviously not having expected Gregor to have overpowered their fellow officer, but where unprepared for Gregor bursting out of the apartment like a bat out of hell.

Gregor jumped down the stairwell from side to side, making his way down to the ground floor and cursing as he saw five officers and three cop cars waiting outside.

Not an option. Gregor thought to himself. Unfortunately for him, the other two cops he had pushed past earlier were making their way down, guns aimed right at him. Gregor cursed, running to the door that led to the basement.

The first cop down that had followed him received a shot to the shoulder for his troubles, but the second came straight after, blindly shooting, hitting Gregor's left arm. Gregor cried out in pain, shooting the man in the leg, who promptly collapsed to the floor in pain.

Gregor cursed as he heard more voices descending. I can't fight my way through this. Harry looked around feverishly, trying to find a way to escape.

The ventilation! Gregor smiled triumphantly despite the pain he felt, running over to the grate, taking it off and climbing inside, closing the grate behind him.

Gregor sighed in relief. Slumping down.

Then the currents took hold.

AN:

Am I biting off more than I can chew? Perhaps. Is this a bad idea? Probably. But I love this series, and this idea came to me, and here we are. Sue me.

So yeah, new idea I had, not going to upload anywhere near as much as (Don't Fear) The Reaper, But I wanted to get this down in writing, and frankly I needed a change of scene, I'm a bit sick of magic to be honest.

Murph, signing off.