City's On Flame

[Rain Gunji]

Of all the places in The Bowery, I'd have to say that 94th street to 104th are by far the worst... I don't even think the police go there anymore, not unless there are a lot of them... gangs have taken this part of town over, warring almost constantly for turf, the corners littered with drug dealers and working girls hopelessness hanging over this place like a dark cloud.

I stuck to an alleyway, listening in, I knew these morons starting a fight, well I knew who they belonged too, gang members
"representing" colors out in the open, the morons were shouting now...

people in buildings closed and locked there doors.

I sprang out when one pulled a gun, the idiots running to cover like sloppy, untrained, undisciplined soldiers. I grabbed one by the arm and twisted the limb to make him let go of the gun, taking the weapon I hit him in the head.

Almost on cue... they turned on me... I smirked under a dark helmet visor... let the night go up in smoke...

I leap frogged behind a building pulling a pistol from my jacket, rubber bullets weren't deadly but they sure did hurt like hell... I'd have to KO some of theses fuckers before I could get back in there.

"This is the mother fucking Red Fox, you Jack Asses if you quit now you wont go to the hospital as well as jail." of course they wouldn't listen but I promised Tony to give them a chance.

[Sky Verati]

"Fuck you, man!" Brandon hissed, getting off the ground. His arm hurt, and he stumbled over to his gun like a tired grizzly. "We ain't scared'a no Red Fox bitch!"

There was a chorus of agreement from the thugs that hadn't scattered, the ones whose territory it was and had been, despite all attmpts by those Black Scar wannabe assholes who tried to take it every chance they got. Brandon, biggest and meannest of the Devil's Hands, had taken a beating from worse things than a chick in her Halloween costume. And he wasn't going to take shit from one more person tonight even if he regretted it later.

[Rain Gunji]

Quickly I left cover and shot off a few rounds, looking for any opening to knock that punk in the head. But I knew that voice... I'd caught him in a heist not too long ago, did they seriously let him out? I was gonna have to have a talk with some people.

"Haven't I kicked your ass enough Mr. Tough Guy?" I smirked, if he wasn't so stubborn, maybe Gudo could make something of him well... I'd have to get him booked before that in any case.

I emptied the clip and changed the magazine diving for a car for closer cover, I kept at the wear them down tactic. With only a few left I came out over top of the car, shooting my gun, shouting, lighter in my other hand helping me fling fire at the punks... maybe I'd put some of the weaker ones on the ground.