"How the hell does this happen!?! I wanna kill the bastard that murdered Michael!"
"Calm down Kacey! Getting angry won't change what happened, besides, we have no idea who did it."

Kacey and Peter sat within opposite sides of the car that was speeding away from the scene. Kacey's expression was both full of rage and on the edge of sorrow while Peter was trying his hardest to bring out that sorrow and suppress that violent animal that Kacey held within. Knowing that the Mayor was beginning to talk sense, Kacey punched the side wall of the cabin in order to let as much frustration out as possible in one go. The force leaving the surface of his skin torn and blood began to weep it's way from the wound.

"I told you before, did I not, that I will arrange for your brother's body to be obtained, and then we will uncover what happened and deal with those involved in the correct, 'legal' manner," Peter sat back in his chair and let out a deep breath knowing that he was beginning to get through to his friend. "I know of a Surgeon in the city with some questionable backgrounds. Information of his arrival and Right to Practice appeared on my desk not too long ago," His words began to contradict exactly what he was talking about in the previous statement, but they were drawing Kacey's attention like a moth to a flame. "...however, I dismissed the documents due to the dire lack of physicians we have at the current time."

The information about the Mayor's motives came at almost the same time that the car arrived to a halt at the Aristocrat's Manor. The door opened out to reveal the bright sunlight from outside, a brightness that forced Kacey to shield his eyes with his hand.

"Have a think about what I said," Peter spoke as he looked forward without being phased by the radiating heat coming in from the outside, "Until next time."

Kacey stepped down onto the dirty brick pathway and heard the door close behind him, he turned around to see a driver step back into the front and give him a wave goodbye. As the sound of the motor faded off before him, he made his way towards the front door where he saw it open. Emerging from inside was a woman with long, red hair and a beautifully hand crafted dress. She came for him in a joyous dash but quickly noticed the expression on his face before slowing down to a standstill.

"What's wrong?!" She asked as she held his hands to the side of her face.
"Michael's... dead," he whispered to his wife as her face began to loose all colour. "I need to speak to the True Heir." Slowly Kacey pulled his hands away and began to walk past her towards the front door, leaving her in shock as to what had happened today.

[h2][/h2]

The two men waited for the majority of the crowd to clear before stepping away from the alcove. Slowly they walked the streets, noticing that with every step they took the alleyways and corridors grew even more silent and abandoned. It was unusual, almost eerie and creepy but they soon stopped opposite a small Machine Shop. Jeffery looked across the street at the sign while Dwayne was a bit more inquisitive noticing all the shops that were closed for the day.

"You sure about this place?"

"Positive," spoke Jeffery as he pulled a lump of rock from within his coat and examined the radiant beauty that it contained. "He will surely be interested in this. It's not every day that you come across a quantity of ore as rare as this." Jeffery began to cross the street towards the shop with Dwayne following him like a lost dog.

They reached the side walk when Dwayne spoke about something that should of remained unspoken unless they were within closed doors, "And will he build the same Jackhammers his father built?"

At that moment he felt a push and was pinned against the wall next to the shop front with Jeffery staring him in the eyes, "Fool! Think before you speak next time." The pressure off Dwayne was released and Jeffery straightened up his clothes to make him look more presentable. He took a look around noticing that there was very little chance for anyone around to hear what it was that they quarrelled about before finally addressing his sibling, "Brother, you know full well that we do not discuss his 'arms' out in public."

Jeffery moved towards the shop door and pressed against it, noticing that it was open and chimed off a small bell from above the door jam. His brother followed suit knowing that this was a brilliant example as to why Jeffery was in charge of the family affairs.