Bad Company

[PirateOTC]

It wasn't the most beautiful part of Torrence, L.A but at least it was enough comfortable to be called 'home' for Thomas.
It was a warm summer evening in June and he was walking one of the main backstreets between some worndown warehouses. He had been on the phone most of the day with different dealers and potential buyers and he always took a lonely stroll through some of the more lonely parts of the city whenever he had a quiet part of the evening. He knew Adam and the others were taking care of the business for the hour he was away, and if there was a problem, Thomas could always be reached on his cellphone.
Tonight was a quiet night though. Exactly what he needed right now before returning back to his gang to check out some paperworks, mostly just making sure there was nothing weird.

In a long distance you heard a gunshot. Normal people might've stopped in their tracks or at least react. Thomas didn't. He was smoking his Marlboro cigarette as he calmly walked on by.
He was properly dressed. He liked to look like a mafiaboss somedays, other days he could do with only a sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans. Today he had met with an 'important client' and he hadn't bother to change clothes, eventhough it had been 12 hours since that meeting and he didn't have to impress anyone after that.

Would like to take off this fucking suit now though...it's fucking hot!
He took a turn into an alley that had more shadows than sun and he wiped his forehead before stubbing the cigarette against one of the brickwalls.
He decided to take the darker way home, the allys with no sunshine. He liked those.
As he walked, he opened up his shirt a bit more to reveal his thin yet muscular chest, gleaming of sweat.

Normal people would never walk these kind of streets alone. Not even during days. This was considered by the L.A cops to be one of the most dangerous places in L.A, with people getting shot and killed almost daily. Certainly no place for a business man to be wandering around, calmly smoking his cigarette.
But Thomas wasn't any ordinary businessman either. In fact, he had helped build this part of Torrence ten years ago. Guns, drugs and shootings was apart of his everyday life.
And he loved every minute of it.

Soon he was back in the house where his friends were waiting. Not that they were just hanging around waiting for him, they were taking care of business.
He walked by one of the windows of the low building and saw Adams face. They locked their gaze for a second, nodded and Adam walked over to open up the door for him.

"Hey" Adam greeted his brother as he let him in

"Fuck it's hot!" was Thomas reply as he almost tore off his suit, leaving his pants on though...

"See, I told you Bro. It's no day to be walking around 12 hours in a fucking suit, looking like you're some hotshot!" he smirked

"Shut up.." he mumbled and walked over to his desk, turned on his table fan and almost melted down in his chair with a groan.

Adam watched him in silence for some seconds, then said;
"It's been a calm evening...how did the meeting go?"

Thomas looked at him, then remembered that his brother hadn't been around much this day so they hadn't met after his meeting about 12 hours ago.
"Perfect! He has decided to buy. I'm calling a meeting soon to tell ya'll, but first...I need some fucking food and a shower"

Adam shrugged. "There's some meat left in the fridge, guess you better eat it before Jaz comes back...he's out getting some inkbottles..."

Thomas groaned a bit, showing his disliking;
"I hope he pays that damn ink from his own fucking pocket! As much as he's inking his skin, we're gonna be fucking broke"

"Yeah, no problem, bro. He knows."

Silence. Only the tablefan was buzzing.

"How's your bulletwound?"

[Devyn]

Luke Harth let out a roar of annoyance, hands moving to sweep everything that had been on his desk, save from the laptop, off it. It crashed to the floor, most of it breaking and the papers crashing down a moment later to cover the mess like little blankets.
"Can someone explain to me why we lost our best customer today!? ANYONE?!"

The Harth children were silent, all four of them standing in the room, starting at Luke, not backing down, but not answering.

Vincent Cals, better known as Reaper stood to the side of Luke, although he had sidestepped to avoid getting smashed with the items from the man's desk. He was the first to speak up,
"Supplied a good portion of our sales, Boss."

"I am aware of that, thank you."
Luke hissed in return to his second hand, not yelling at him the way he did his kids, of course. You didn't yell at Vincent Cals and live to tell about it.
Narrowed eyes turned back to his children and of course he picked out his first target, the easiest to get at and usually the one that would make the most mistakes if anyone had.
"Your client, isn't that right, Bastian?"

Bastian's scowl lit further on his face, knowing he'd be the first to be picked out.
"It's a big client, father. I share him with West."
He nodded to his brother beside him who gave him a dirty look for being ratted out.

"Good, then the two of you are going to get MY client back. I don't fuckin' care if you have to kill everyone in that Recess game, I want my buyer back and I want him back by tonight!"
Luke panted as he calmed his anger down.
"Send them a message."

West, who had yet to smile, let one light his face now, a shit-eating grin that would have frightened most kids. Even on a movie-star looking face, there was nothing movie-star about the way he acted.
"Understood. We'll take it to them tonight."
He glanced beside him at Bastian, relieved when his brother didn't argue and gave him a nod.

"Can we go now, I was kinda in the middle of something--"
Darren, the youngest of the brothers spoke up. It was obvious what he'd been in the middle of. He had only his boxers on and his chest was sweaty, his hair messed up like a girl's hands had been grabbing hold of it... of which they had.

Luke looked annoyed toward the boy, but he nodded harshly since Darren didn't actually have anything to do with this client. His gaze moved past the boys to where his daughter, his perfectly formed daughter was leaned against the wall in the corner.

Alex saw the look from Luke and she frowned slightly, turning to follow Darren out of the room before he'd be able to say anything. She was surprised when he didn't call her back, knowing she'd only just escaped his clutches for the night-- and the angry clutches of Luke Harth were the worst to be in.
"Nice going, dipshits."

"You might be my sister, but I will hit you."
West's voice rang out in the beaten down hallway they walked through of their gang headquarters. It was a large warehouse type structure, but it held them all well enough.

"I'll join."
Bastian said in a mutter of annoyance, mostly angry that he'd been the first targeted. Even if it was mostly his fault.

"I won't, I have things-- people to finish doing."
Darren took a corner, going the opposite of the guys toward where the stairs were. It was a short climb to the bedrooms and back to more fun business.

Alex narrowed her eyes, expecting the talk from them after dealing with Luke, they were all on the edge.
"I'm going home."
She claimed, taking the same set of stairs that Darren had, only down instead of up. She wasn't going home, of course, but they didn't need to know that. Hell, home was the worst place to be with James always there... and Ziggy at times too. She walked down the street instead, pausing as she saw the graffiti on the wall that hadn't been there yesterday.
"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me."
She snarled as she approached to see the familiar No Recess marks. She reached up a finger and dragged it down the paint, seeing that it was still slightly wet.
"Trying to broaden your turf, I see." She muttered to herself, "Not a good place to try... don't you know who you'll deal with."
Lift her forearm, not caring that the ink would probably stain her for days she started to rub at the wet paint, watching the colors swirl and smudge, making the whole thing unreadable in less than five minutes. She stepped back to take in her handy work, her hands and forearms covered in paint, and now the sides of her jeans too considering that's where she rested them now.

[PirateOTC]

Adam and Thomas stopped mid-sentence when they heard a roar from a big car. Dust was making huge clouds outside the window and Adam frowned.
"Is that a new car?"

"New car. Same jerk" Thomas sighed and walked out to the doorway, opened the door and looked at Jaz climbing out of the big monster car. Two giggling, lightdressed girls was joining him.

"YOOO!" Jaz grinned and walked up with the girls towards the door, getting stopped by Thomas

"Jaz. What the fuck is this?"

"It's Lizzie and Mizzy!

"No, I mean the car, jerk! Who told you to go driving a big-ass monster truck?"

"psshh, chill out! You're always on the edge, man!"

"Yeah, well you wanna park that shit somewhere else and get rid of the tracks? I've got a meeting for you all. That includes you"

Jaz smiled and looked at the girls. "One minute, ladies, make yourselves at home while I park the car

Thomas stopped the girls from entering the building though.

"Aww, you must be the leader of the gang right?" they stroke themselves against Thomas like hungry cats

Thomas just looked at them, not being impressed

"You know...I love strong men...Mentally strong...dangerous men"

"Shut up, get some clothes back on and fuck off!" He told them as he dragged Jaz inside once he had parked the car away and got some other members to sweep away the tracks.

They gasped as they got the door slammed in their faces. "You asshole! Fucking jerk!" they shouted before they walked off

Not soon after Jimi was joining aswell and they were all lounging in one of the rooms as Thomas started talking about the meeting with this new client.

[Devyn]

Alex flinched when she felt a hand on her lower back, having been about ready to pull the glock from the back of her pants-- it was lucky she recognized the voice in her ear.

"That probably wasn't the smartest idea to do when you're all alone, Al."

"Don't call me that."
Alex growled, turning around to see the handsome Sam Ziggins behind her.
"Ziggy, you must be crazy to sneak up behind me like that. I coulda blown your head off, you know that?"

Ziggy nodded.
"I'm well aware Miss Queen of the Damned, you don't have to remind me."
He reached a hand behind his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
"James been asking for you a lot. Maybe you oughta go see the kid."

"I'll see him when I want, don't need nobody telling me to do nothing."

Ziggy didn't push the subject.
"Well, why are you out here all by yourself then? Not a good place to be and it's getting close to night. I can stay with ya, if you want."

"No, I got a deal to make and they don't like company."
Alex said simply, reaching a hand into her pocket and arching her back slightly in order to show him the corner of a baggy she had. She did regular dealing between Luke's bigger clients, as did most of Anarchy.

Ziggy seemed disappointed.
"Yeah, right... well I'll see you after? We're going down to Mickey's pub. Gonna join?"

"Might."
Alex answered simply, not leaving anymore room for conversation. She turned the opposite way, further into the ghetto streets. Nobody did deals out in the bright lights, of course. The back alleys didn't scare her, not with the power she held, or what she thought she did at least.

[PirateOTC]

(I'm gonna stop using colors, I'm trying another thing )

Jimi frowned at Thomas after he had gathered them and chatted a bit about the meeting.
"Benny Boneless?! I though he was dealing with those damn Anarchy-nazis!", he said.

"Well..." Thomas exhaled some smoke from his cigarett. "Not anymore..Ya'll know we've got the greatest coke and horse around this block, and now he knows it to"

Adam looked from Jaz, Jimi and to Thomas before he said:"Well...don't you know they notice..I mean isn't he like..one of their biggest customer?"

"Well.." Thomas began. "Was. He was their biggest customer and Anarchy think they own this place and we're just gonna show them that they don't..." He picked up a can of spraypaint.

"You...you went there and sprayed?" Jimi asked, half amused.

"Just a simple warning. They are getting too fucking close"

[Devyn]

(thank god, I hate colors lol)

Alex slowed her gait as she entered the back alley ways. It didn't make her nervous, just more cautious. She reached behind her, adjusting the gun in the back of her pants as she walked confidently toward the sound of the voices ahead of her.
"You boys waiting on me?"
She loved to see the reaction of men when their dealer turned out to be a girl. It made her warm and fuzzy on the inside to know they expected more. Well, they'd get it if they wanted trouble, of course.

The lanky guy had been sitting on the trash cans, he stood up now, his eyes narrowed on her.
"You? You're Anarchy?"

Alex rolled her eyes, reaching out her hand, she wiped some of the paint that was still there to reveal the A-circle underneath, a tattoo she'd had since she was a child.
"Let's get this over with."
She was treading on Recess land and she wasn't so keen to be caught doing deals, even if it was for a good sum of money. She doubted they'd like Anarchy on their turf, but hell, Anarchy was spreading and she wasn't going to stop it from doing that.

[PirateOTC]

Since No Recess had members sneaking and patrolling all over the place, the word spread that the Anarchy leaders daughter might be on their premisses and soon there was a knock on the door of where Thomas and his friends were having their meeting. They all looked at eachothers and Adam jumped on his feet and opened a small hatch in the door. A wrist entered through the hatch, showing off the gangsymbol-tattoo, an identification and a guarantee that he wasn't gonna be blown into pieces by guns when the door was opened for him.

"Yo what's up?" Adam greeted the member, called Snake when he opened the door.

"We've got a problem"

"uh-huh?" Normally a problem was quickly solved by shooting it or scaring it away, the fact that the member came to them and telling them there was a problem, was an indication that it might be a bit of a bigger problem

Thomas looked over at them from where he still was sitting. "What's going on?"

"Anarchy. A member of them has been spotted in the BeatBack Alley...doing business as it looks like" Snake said

"What the fuck..." Thomas got up and walked over to him. "And you didn't shoot him?"

"Her..it's Lukes daughter..."

[Devyn]

Alex slipped the baggy out from her skin tight jeans, surprising she'd even fit the thing in it with how they were glued to her legs. Hey, if you got it flaunt it, why not?
"Money?"
She asked, direct and not wasting time chatting with these two. She wanted the business done and she could return to her own side of town. She knew that Luke sent her over there because she was the most likely not to get shot... and she was the least of his worries if she did get shot, not like his sons that actually meant something to him.

"Yeah, I got it."
The lanky kid approached as she pulled out his beat up wallet and handed over three hundred dollars.
"Better be good shit."

"I don't know what Recess gives you, kid, but Anarchy stuff is always the pure."
Alex muttered as she traded with him, not worried about being seen by cops. None would dare to venture into alleys, especially on the turf that blended between Anarchy and No Recess. They were always fighting over it.
"Nice doin' business with you boys."
She tipped her head in their direction, turning around to head off and show that she had a glock tucked into the back of her jeans if they got any funny ideas.

[PirateOTC]

A member of No Recess started following her slowly as she got out of the alley and soon she was surrounded by NR eyes. They were ontop of roofs, behind lamp-poles, in alleys...they didn't do anything though...not yet

"Have I seen this girl?" Thomas asked

"She was in the fight we had last year...you know the bigger ones..." Snake replied

Thomas thought for awhile, then opened his mouth slightly.
"aaah yes... Aaa- Aaa-...hmm name? Amm--?"

"I think it's Alexandra"

"Is she still here?"

Snake just got a beep on his phone, he checked it and then looked at Thomas. "She just got out of Backbone alley, heading south...She's surrounded"

"Good!" Thomas took out his Beretta and locked and loaded. "Let's greet her"

Jaz grinned. He loved confrontations.

[Devyn]

Alex was well aware of the eyes around her and she'd known she should have brought someone with her, or gone earlier in the day, but if she didn't get the deal done Luke would have her by the throat tomorrow-- and honestly he scared her more than No Recess did. She slowed her walk some, but kept right on going, hand reaching back in her pants to pull out the gun. She held it by her side as she walked.
"You boys gonna give me an escort home?"
She mused aloud, wondering what the hell they were waiting on. They probably just wanted her off their turf and in that case, she was already on her way, deal over and done with.