Clem's antiques were like clockwork - Errol loved his sister and found her escapades amusing at times. This was not one of those times. Stood in the middle of two small groups, Errol's black shades peered at the glowing screen of his smart phone, trying his hardest not to convey irritation. In the middle of a weapons deal, both Errol and his closest friend and confidant, Noa, were mere moments from closing the deal and securing a decent profit for the Strays. Then the young gang member received a text from an insider at one of the NYPD precincts scattered around the Big Apple, informing him that his baby sister was in lock up. Again.

Not wanting to have his older half-brother in his ear, whining about how [i]his[/i] influence eggs on Clem and her antiques, when they both knew it was all a play for their father's attention, Errol took it upon himself to head to the precinct and get her released. Forced to hand over the negotations to another member of the Strays and lose the credit for the sale, Errol begrudgingly made his way to his car. A yellow Lexus LC, gifted to him by the Strays' leader, Gervonta. With Noa accompanying him to the precinct, Errol remained cool and collected all the way up until he entered the drivers' seat and turned the keys in the ignition.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Errol threw his head back and groaned with an annoyed tone. [color=fff200]"[i]Coño! ¿A qué está jugando esa hermana mía?![/i]"[/color] he exclaimed in exasperated Spanish before switching back to English [color=fff200]"You know how good this'd looked to Gervonta if [i]we'd[/i] closed out the deal?"[/color] a thick Brooklyn accent escaped the young man's lips before briefly pausing. [color=fff200]"I'm talkin' a [i]biiiiig[/i] cut of the profits. Now your tellin' me that [i]payaso[/i] Hector's gonna get the cut we earned? Man, am I gonna have some words with that sister of mine. Trust that."[/color]

Everything he'd just explained, Noa already knew and Errol knew that Noa knew, but the urge to rant about his shortcomings in life always overrode his logic. Pressing the sole of his boot against the gas pedal, Errol began the begrudging journey to the precinct his sister was located.

Passing under the bright street lights and speeding through the bustling New York traffic, Errol's thoughts streamed through his mind like a river. Lowering the window, the young man let one arm hang out of the window as he enjoyed feeling the air caress his features. He could have gotten to the precinct [i]much[/i] faster thanks to his mutation but, there was something about taking a leisurely drive and really taking in one's surroundings.

Glancing over toward Noa, he shot her a playful grin and asked [color=fff200]"How much you willin' to bet we'll see Duncan?"[/color] he then waved his hand in a dismissive manner [color=fff200]"Forget it. Knowin' my luck, he'll definitely be there."[/color]

Errol played a thousand different scenarios in his mind based on what would come from a meeting with his older brother. Meetings between the two were far and few between, and saying their relationship was strained was putting it lightly. Duncan had always treated Errol like crap ever since his existence as their dad's secret love child was discovered. Errol always felt it was rich that Duncan had the nerve to feel any kind of way toward him when he had no choice in being Giovanni's son. Duncan had this frustrating way of making Errol feel as if he was a mistake, or wasn't worthy of living and he resented him for it. Throughout the entire time Errol lived with their father, Duncan was never there except for summer vacations, and now he wants to pretend he cares about Clem? The four-eyed [i]adicto[/i]. Thinks just 'cause he was an X-Man he's better than everyone.

After a relatively short drive, Errol pulled up and parked next to the sidewalk a few metres away from the precinct. Just before stepping out, the young criminal braced himself for what was to come. If Duncan attempted to pin Clem's behaviour on Errol again, he couldn't promise that [i]both[/i] of them wouldn't be owing the city thousands of dollars in property damage once he was done wasting his big brother.