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Dressed in all black Amber walked through the crowded streets of the city, a cigarette pressed between her lips. It was getting dark and the people around her were trying to get home as soon as they could, from work or other activities, especially the ones who worked near the old warehouse district. The redhead knew why. It was because the people knew that this was gang territory but no one dared to say a word about it, afraid to face some consequences.

The young female pushed through the bodies around her bumping into a few people while doing so. She simply flipped them off when they started to complain about her behavior and kept walking.Taking one last drag from her cigarette before letting it fall to the ground and stepping on it with her shoe. She turned around a corner and walked straight into an empty street from where she could already see the warehouses. Last time she was there was two weeks ago before leaving for a mission and Amber had missed it deeply. She didn't like to be gone for too long while not really being able to get in touch with her so called family.

The redhead jumped over a fence before putting her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and walked up to the old warehouse where their base was located. She pushed the old metal door open with a smile, the familiar smell of steel and weed drifting into her nose right away. Amber walked further inside, not making much noise while doing so and was curious if anyone was even here or on a mission. Or beating someone up, she added in her thoughts and shook her head with a small grin.

"Hello? I'm back!" Amber called out while stepping out between some storrage racks and into the main room.

He grinned, recognising her voice. "Welcome home!" He walked into the room from a side door, holding a deck of cards. "So, how was school?" He asked sarcastically, smirking.

Verla sat in front of her computer with her head phones on, she ignored the girl who came in, barely even noticing her. She looked up and pretended not to notice. She hummed her music and she hacked a video game she was playing, it was a game she loved to play.

He raised an eyebrow at Verla, but decided not to comment. He wasn't the one in charge, after all

"Splendid!" Amber replied with a high pitched voice and clapped her hands together. "We had so much fun together and I made a lot of new friends." The redhead added before her smile fell and rolled her eyes. She walked up to the old couch in the room and sat down before making herself comfortable.

She reached for another cigarette and lit it up before she continued. "That dumbass was getting on my nerves, a day longer and I would've run him over with Angelos car." Amber muttered while blowing out some smoke. The redhead turned her head in Verlas direction and let out a dramatic sigh. "Aren't you happy I'm back? I'm gone for two weeks, risking my life and this is the treatment I get." She acted hurt and put a tattooed hand over her heart while shaking her head.

He grinned. "Yeah, he tends to be a bit..." He shook his head. "Yeah, theres no excuse, he's kind of... off." He yawned quietly.

“Hey Tom!” A voice bellowed from the hall, before Declan entered, looking to Thomas first? “You seen my hatchet? I don’t remember where I...” He saw Amber on the couch. “I’ll be damned, thought we finally got rid of you.” He teased, a smile on his face.

Warning: graphic

A dental chair stood in a dimly lit room, surrounded by equipment of different kinds, and a stool on the side. From tongs to rags and water to actual dental equipment. It were all there, on multiple two-shelved industrial serving tables. The room were lined with acoustical panels. There laid an empty personnel bag The door to the room opened up, and three men, and a woman stepped in. One of the men and the woman were big and beefy, holding the second man, who had his hands bound, gagged and his eyes blindfolded. The third man who stepped in, had ashen skin, white dyed hair, had a black and red three piece suit on, and wore red glassed spectacles.

He closed the door after they had enter, and gave the mooks a nod. They tied the blindfolded guy to the dental chair, so his arms were immobilized at the armsrest. The same they did at the legs. The guy were squirming in the chair, trying to get free.

"Tsk, tsk, how fruitless of you" Said the ashen man and sat on the stool besides him.

"So who do you work for?" Asked the ashen man.

"Mhmph! Mhmph!" He tried to speak, but the sock in his mouth muffled it, so the ashen man took it out.

"Again, who do you work for?"

"I don't know what you are talking about man?! I-I'm just a lazy homefloater, I don't work for anyone, I swear!" stammered the bound man.

"Really? Why did we catch you selling stimulants on our territory? Mister Homefloater, answer" Demanded he and stood up to put on a with appron and some surgical gloves.

"Ok, ok, I deal a little weed here, and there, just for pocket change, but I swear it were only a tienth, I mean it"

"Ok, I believe you, but I don't think my pliers here does" Said the man and studied the tool, just for a little before and after image. The bound guy began sweating heavily at the mention of pliers. The man sat down on the stool and and rolled over the right hand of the guy.

"Where to start? I think that the little engament ring there would not be so happy to lose its home, so it will go first, should we?"

"NONONONONONO!" The guy kept repeating, sweating bullets worth of drops.

"Chop, chop" And off the ring and finger went, bone and everything. Blood began pouring out. The man bound the stub in bandage to stop the bleeding. The guy were screaming in agony. After some minutes, the pinky went the same way, but it didn't come of as clean as the ringfinger did, as the man had to rip it off. The bone had shattered, so fragments were hanging in the fresh flesh. It too were wrapped, but the guy wouldn't reveal his boss. The man then laid the pliers back on the serving table, and picked up abig and heavy wrench.

"You won't break after two whole fingers? You tough son of a mutt. Maybe two new knees would help on the matter?" The man said and slammed the wrench into the guy's left kneecap. CRUnccchhh! It were a great hit, the whole bone were fragmented into tiny pieces. The guy screamed out in pain again.

"Shall we go for seconds, or will you spit out something useful?" Asked the man in a kind voice. "No? Okay then" Said the man and slammed the wrench into the other kneecap, shattering that too with a big crunch. The guy bit his underlip so hard, that he punctured it, blood were flowing. He sucked the blood in. As he heard the man were changing tool, he spat in that general direction... and hit.

He hit the man's pant leg. He stained it with blood. The man felt the drop landing on his, then immediatly pulled out a pistol from his jacket, and blew the guy's brains out, without showing a single emotions. Now the guy laid there, dead, blood splattered over the floor, and the man were just taking off the appron, and gloves.

"I want the room scrubbed clean, the cut of fingers I want to be burned along with the body. Mix the ashes with some cement, then dump the block in the sea. Go to work" Ordered the man and the mooks went at it. The man exited the room, and entered an office. He sat down by the desk and placed his feet on it. On its desk were a little plaque "Mr. Bossuet".

Amber raised her brow, the cigarette hanging loosely from her mouth while she looked at their second in command. "A bit off? He is an idiot." The young female exclaimed, disbelief in her voice. She took another drag and leaned forward ready to add some more of her own opinion when she suddenly could hear Declans voice. Amber turned her head with a big smile at the man and rolled her eyes at his nice greeting. "You wish." The female scoffed and crossed her arms. "You would miss me the most." Amber said and stuck her pierced tongue out like a brat.

“You’re right. Who would I have to pick on?” He asked as he picked her up in a bear hug. “Welcome back, runt.” He teased

Amber smirked and put her hands on her hips. "See? I knew it." She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the hug with a bright smile. When Decklan let go the young informant stretched her arms above her head, looking around the base. Not much was going on and if she was honest she was kind of glad. After that job Hector should give her a few free days to process the stupidity of that good for nothing idiot she was spying on. Speaking of the boss, Amber had to report to him soon.

The redhead groaned and rubbed a hand over her face, not caring about her make up in the slightest. "Where is the big boss ? I need to give him the details about the mission. More work for you or Angelo since I'm not into killing." She smirked at Declan and crossed her arms.

(Sorry for responding late guys, exams be requiring a lot of studying.)

Two spotlights shone directly down onto a ring in the middle of a large room. Crowding around it were large amounts of people, leaning over and cheering people on or yelling insults and racial slurs, although most of their gibberish was inaudible.

Angelo stood at one end of that very ring, just out of reach of any of the "audience" members. He had his right hand up against his chin and his left in front of his face and his left foot stuck out further forward than his right, in other words, an orthodox boxing stance. He had gone through a few opponents already and had decided to call it quits after this next match, and so, the event runners had decided to do the only logical thing: send out the biggest fighter they had, exactly Angelo's opposite... or so they thought. The entire time, Angelo had been using boxing only, switching from orthodox to southpaw depending on the opponent, so no one thought he could fight in many other ways. They also didn't think he had a chance against his next opponent, and as such, they were quite surprised at Angelo's grin when the next fighter walked in.

When the fight started, Angelo made the first move, using his size and speed to his advantage and going straight for the man's face, aiming a punch to his nose. His opponent moved to block, but was just the tiniest bit too slow and Angelo's fist made contact, the larger man stumbling back with his nose now quite crooked. Angelo wasted no time and followed up with a slap to his ears, making him stumble around dizzily. The fight was ended with the next move, a well-placed kick to the large man's kneecap, a loud crunch coming as contact was made and then a thud as Angelo's opponent howled in pain and fell down. Smirking, Angelo grabbed his suit jacket and the money he won as he stepped out of the ring and made his way out of the building, almost falling over when he was out of the crowd. He had taken his fair share of blows in his fights and now that the adrenaline had started to fade, he felt the pain from all his injuries, clutching his side and limping his way onwards. Angelo had several bruises on his face and a black eye. His lip was split and the inside of his mouth had quite a bit of blood which he spit out.

Eventually, Angelo found his way back to the warehouse which the gang had made their base. He had somewhat gotten used to the pain and was no longer clutching his side, but he still had a lip and it hurt quite a bit to breathe. Stepping in, he gave a wave and a grunt to everyone inside and made his way over to a dusty sofa that was against one of the walls, sitting down on it slowly and letting out a loud grunt of pain as he did so.

“The boss is a little preoccupied at the moment. Giving someone an exclusive interview, if you know what I mean.” Declan replied with a smirk. “Should be done soon though.”

"Always working our big boss." Amber replied with a smirk and felt a bit sorry for that poor soul that had to face Hector personally. Wouldn't want to trade with you, she thought to herself. When she heard someone entering the warehouse she turned her head with an excited smile, another member was there.

Her smile however fell when she saw how Angelo looked like. "Well damn are you okay?" Amber asked, concern lacing her voice. "I can't leave you guys alone..." The redhead muttered with a smile and sighed.

Hector took his feet off the desk and stood up. His back were acking him a little, just what happens with age, so he tried stretching out a little. The white dye in his hair weren't just to make it look cool, but also to cover up graying hair. What can you say, it's stressing being a gang leader/mob boss in the north east part of Fryside. He walked over to his liquor cabinet, and took out a bottle of Drambuie, alongside a tumbler to pour the liqour into. He stood infront of his desk, leaning onto it, and swirling the whiskey in its glass, sipping at it once in a while. Then the door to the "Room" opened and the mooks were carrying the bodybag out.

Hector turned his head towards then and spoke, "Don't forget to grind the makes his bones into flour, espacially his teeth, wouldn't want cops snooping around". The mooks nodded, and proceeded out back, where they would burn the corpse in an empty oildrum.

He drank the last of his glass, and walked out of his office and into the main storage facility, turned hideout. He went straight to Amber, not concerned with who she were talking to at the moment.

"Amber, any leads on more people trying to sell product in our territory. If so, I want them brought in tomorrow, for a little talk. I will be leaving for tonight, so Thomas will take over for tonight" Said Hector and walked back into his office, grabbed his coat and walked out of the warehouse, to a nearby parking lot.

Amber jumped at suddenly hearing the voice of Hector and whirled around, standing back up. "Right on time big boss." She said with a grin and lit herself another cigarette up. " Did you miss me?" She asked casually and raised a brow, looking curiously.

Her boss however didn't seemed to be interested in small talk and just walked past her. Amber rolled her eyes and took a drag from her cigarette. "Aye aye, captain." She muttered while blowing out some smoke and pouted.

"Seems like work for the guys." The redhead muttered and turned to the other members with a smirk. She pulled a piece of paper out of her jacket and held it up. "These are the names. You'll find these idiots in Lou's club. I'll drive with you."

Angelo grunted in response to Amber and nodded slowly, letting out a bit of a laugh at her next comment which caused him to clutch his side in pain. As the boss came out of his room, Angelo's eyes followed his movements and let out a nose exhale as he walked right past Amber, but let out a loud groan once Amber pulled out the sheet with a bunch of names on it. "Can I sit this one out? Might've helped to tell me about the job before I went and beat up a bunch of guys at the fighting ring."

Amber raised a brow at Angelo but she could understand that he wanted to sit this out. He really got a few good blows and should rest. But the redhead still couldn't keep herself from teasing him.

"Oh? Is there someone getting old? Man this hurts." Amber said and put a hand over her heart. She patted his head gently and winked at him before turning around. "Alright grandpa, Declan and I will handle this. I'll call Thomas if we need some back up."

Angelo glared at Amber the entire time she was talking. He didn't care about being teased normally, but anything about his fighting made him more than a bit pissed. Growling a little, he pushed himself off the couch. "You know what? I'll come along, it's not that rare that you two get your asses handed to you." He half-walked, half-limped over and stood next to Amber, putting a hand on her shoulder for a bit of support.

Hector turned to Amber. "No, I'm going out for aniversery dinner with my wife, it's our 15 years, the last thing I would want to bring is another woman. That's the reason why I said I want them brought in tomorrow, get on of the crew on the case. May you have a pleasant evening Miss Wang." He farewelled and walked over to his Kia Minivan. He got into the the car, and drove off, away from the docks and towards the city.

He arrived at an Italian restaurant called Tangelias. The car were parked and he walked inside. He scanned the room for his wife, and then spotted her sitting in the cornerbooth, munching on breadsticks. Before she noticed him, he quickly took of his spectacles, and walked over to her.

When she saw her, she gave the same smile Hector fell in love with 15 years ago. "Hi honey, how was work?" She asked.