Night fell over the city, its dazzling lights like torches illuminating the bustling steel jungle.
Even at 2 a.m., the downtown area which is packed with skyscrapers and crowds remained vibrant with revelry and neon-lit extravagance.
However, the slums, ho to the holess and the underclass, painted a starkly different picture...
Dilapidated old apartnt buildings, wandering hippies and vagrants loitering on the streets... and if you ventured deeper, you'd find scantily clad streetwalkers striking suggestive poses, as well as gangs clustered in groups.
This was a place drowning in drugs and cri, a dark corner untouched by the light of the law.
"Which one of you is Rasul?"
Sean, clad in a leather jacket, stepped into the slums and entered an aged apartnt building with a distinct sense of decay.
The mont he pushed open the door, his nose wrinkled at the assault of foul odors... cigarettes, beer, and the pungent stench of marijuana and narcotics mingling into a nauseating cocktail.
The room buzzed with noise, everyone absorbed in their own activities; getting high, sleeping, playing video gas... It was as if no one had noticed his entrance.
Sean had to raise his voice and repeat his question, "Which one of you is Rasul?"
"I'm Rasul. Can't you see my voluptuous curves?" A heavily made-up woman in revealing clothing stood up, bending slightly to tease the young boy who had just walked in.
Sean glanced at her, then at her garishly painted face... He was utterly unimpressed.
"I'm looking for Mr. Rasul. I have so questions." Sean clarified.
"Questions? You wanna know which street your mama works on? Or did you get lost on your way ho? Hahaha!"
Amid the jeers, a Black man with dreadlocks stood up and eyed Sean with undisguised malice.
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"Ah. So you're Rasul." Sean's eyes narrowed, "I just wanted to ask about Frank D'Amico. But now, you'll have to pay a small price for your rudeness..."
The boy's words triggered another round of laughter.
The burly n in the room rose to their feet and stared at him like wolves eyeing a lost lamb.
"This ain't school kid. No teachers or mommies here to save you!" Rasul grabbed a knife from the table, brandishing it threateningly, already relishing the thought of this brat pissing himself in fear.
"One, two, three, four... Hmm. Six people, excluding the lady dressed like a streetwalker. Honestly, I don't like resorting to violence."
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The mont the words left his mouth, one impatient thug lunged forward, eager to teach Sean a lesson.
The boy sidestepped, twisted the man's arm with lightning speed, and–
*CRACK!*
White bone pierced through skin as blood sprayed across the floor and sofa.
Ignoring the agonized screams, Sean moved with casual ease, effortlessly flooring every attacker who rushed him.
In under thirty seconds, only the terrified, scantily clad woman and Rasul remained standing.
The once-boastful man now trembled, his legs shaking uncontrollably, knife clutched in a sweaty grip.
"I just wanted to ask a few questions. Why does it always have to be so complicated?" Sean advanced slowly.
Rasul retreated until his back hit the wall. Then, driven by sheer terror, he roared and slashed wildly with the knife!
*SNAP!*
A crisp sound echoed as Rasul's arm broke like a twig.
The demonic boy now held the knife with a smile, "I told you. A small price for your rudeness."
Without hesitation, Sean plunged the blade into Rasoul's thigh...
"Now for a little Q&A. Answer well, and I might call an ambulance before I leave."
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Minutes later, Sean got what he ca for and exited via the fire escape...
But atop a building hundreds of ters away, soone had witnessed everything through a sniper scope.
"Dad, soone beat us to those guys!" A little girl in a purple wig exclaid excitedly.
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Damon, the heavily ard ex-cop, frowned... 'Has soone else really set their sights on Frank D'Amico?'
"Let's follow him. We'll see what he's up to." The middle-aged man, shouldering a Barrett sniper rifle, trailed Sean with his daughter in tow.
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"F%CK! Do you know what ti it is?!"
Frank D'Amico bellowed into the phone, furious at being woken in the dead of night.
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