[b]Charles - The mistake? Prelude[/b]

After his pursue for the busty nurse ended, Charles - Harry's soldier - exited the hospital and went to The Florence. There he was greater by Prospect and the new bartender, an older gentleman. Jasmine had taken a couple days off after what happened with Marvin. 

Anyhow, Charles took two strong shots that enhanced his senses. The man's eyes usually shined after taking a certain level of alcohol. He was on a mission that if gone south would completely destroy the club. Not only that, but the possible death of both himself and the leading president. After a couple hours in that bar, Charles felt himself ready. But first he had to take a quick ride home to get a couple things before acting. He jumped on his bike and rode off - no longer sober. 

After his arrival, he entered his rundown apartment - one that belonged to his ex-girlfriend - and rushed to the bathroom. He quickly ran his fingers down his throat and threw up into the toilet. To the viewers eyes, his body jiggled as though he was having a seizure. He wiped his lips with his forearm then moved to stand before the mirror. No longer wearing his shades, he stared at himself fiercely. Turning on the faucet, he cupped some water into his hands and washed his face briefly, then looking up at his now glimmering face. He took loud and deep breaths before saying, "Alright. It's time." 

With that, he returned to his bike and road across town to the parts of it that have always been titled 'bad'. It was where the people near poverty lived, truly rundown. But because the Angels enforce all of Gastown, drugs there aren't present, or so it was supposed. It was around 7:30 pm when Charles arrived at his destination. He parked three blocks away and hot wired an old 98 vehicle. It wasn't in great shape, but it'd work for the job at hand. Charles already had his gloves on, his black ski mask covering his face, and his get-up prepared. 

Charles then drove up to his destination and parked in a way it'd be easy to drive off when needed. "Dj's" Charles whispered to himself as he pulled his pistol from the belt of his pants. He made sure it was loaded, then cocked it ready. "Show time"