[i][color=purple][center][h1]James 'Iykos' Frost[/h1][/center][/color][/i]
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The sun was low in the sky as Iykos weaved back through the buildings skirting the BOC territory. He used the low light to his advantage as he avoided the patrolling gangsters. Truth be told, he'd rather pull the pistol from his hip and shoot a few of them down to burn off some stress, but he had to focus on tearing down one criminal first and not draw the attention of arguably the most powerful gang in the city. He slipped out from the shadow of a dilapidated bank and was almost in the clear, until...

"Yo, stop right there mothafucka!" 

Iykos stopped and stood up straight, raising his hands in a non-threatening manner. Two gangsters had spotted him, and pointed their guns at him. A quick look told him it wasn't a pair of BOC, god knows he doesn't need that heat right now, so the only other gang operating in the area were Tarvelli's. He frowned to himself and muttered to himself. 

[color=purple] "I warned you, Tarvelli. This is on your hands..." [/color].

The two gangsters edged closer until the closest one was within arms reach.
"That's it. Nice and each, bitch. Don't try anything smart with me."

[color=purple]"Smart? I doubt you'd understand it if I did." [/color]

The gangster grunted at the insult and made a grab for the gun on his hip, and Iykos reacted quickly. He grabbed the closest gangster's wrist and twisted the gun out of his grip before pulling him into the path of the other gangster's gun as he fired, the bullets slamming into his chest and ending his life. The shock of killing his friend froze the gangster for just long enough for Iykos to pull out his own gun and fire, two .45 calibre rounds finding their target in the man's stomach and lung. He went down and Iykos dropped the other man's body.

As he was about to leave, he heard the wounded gangster moan in pain. Without remorse, he stood over him and fired a single shot that tore into his skull. As his body fell to the ground, Iykos let a small smirk onto his face. Two of Tarvelli's men dead in BOC territory? That'll put pressure on Tarvelli, which will make it easier to get rid of him once and for all.

He quickly continued onto his hideout, making sure no-one saw him near the bodies. Closing the door behind him, he crossed over to a battered but comfortable couch and promptly fell asleep, the events of the day finally catching up to him and tiredness hitting him full force.