[b][i]The Colosseum[/i][/b] --- Tuesday October 8, 2013 --- As Cassie closed the door to Locke's office behind her, a large man standing well above seven feet pushed his way past her nearly throwing her to the other side of the hallway with a rough shove. As he pushed the door open, it swung wildly on its hinges, the screws in the wall straining under the force the man had used on the door. Looking up from his desk, Locke leaned back casually in his chair, his right hand sliding to the shotgun that was mounted on the underside of his desk as he smiled venomously at the man. "I was wondering how long it would take for you to storm in here." Locke leaned forward as he gestured towards a leather chair on the other side of his desk, in line with the shotgun his finger was hovering above the safety of. "Please take a seat." "Damn you and your chair." Tony yelled as he took a hold of the object in question, hurling it across the room before slamming his hands down on the desk in front of him. "Not quite what I meant Tony." Locke smiled arrogantly as he changed the angle of the shotgun. "I don't like talking business with people who can't meet me at eye level. Now please," Locke suddenly cocked the shotgun, letting Tony know it was trained on him. "Sit." Looking down, Tony contemplating snapping the man in front of him in half before he felt the butt of another gun at the base of his neck. "Your sniper?" Tony snarled as he reluctantly took a hold of a the other chair in front of Locke's desk and lowered himself into it. "Not the one you've met. The Silencer is however the finest member of my little band. Did you know he has the power to remove sound within a radius of his desire?" Tony shook his head as Locke raised an eyebrow. "Surely you didn't think you and your little errand boy were the only one in this city with gifts did you? Mr. Zolnerowich here can break a man in five minutes, it's amazing how fragile the mind becomes when all one can hear is the beating of their own heart as it pumps blood through your veins." "I care not about your pets Locke, I care only about who killed my men. Give them to me and we can deal again." Tony said with a low growl in his throat. "Believe me I would love to, however she's worth more to me alive than dead. How many men did she take from you?" Locke said, now removing his hand from his gun. With the Silencer in the room, Locke believed Tony wouldn't try anything. "Three of my men were killed by precision head shots, two more wounded and I have reason to believe it was your sniper who detonated that truck." Tony's voice rose with each word as his hands curled into fists. Had Locke not ordered Zolnerowich to load his gun with anti-armor rounds, Tony's flaring temper would have been a cause for concern. But even the Harbor King's leader's skin was not tough enough to deflect an anti-armor round. "Ten million, I'll offer you ten million and I'll throw in a crate of automatic weapons. But I'll sweeten the deal, my sniper claims there were others, more 'vigilantes' in the school that night. I'm willing to offer an additional ten million for everyone you bring me, fifteen million for them alive." "Why are they more valuable alive?" Tony asked intrigued only for Locke to shoot him down. "That's my business, and my business alone Mr. Cleaver. Now if we're done, I'd like you to get the hell out of my office." Locke added with a smirk as he leaned back in his own chair. "The weapons will be waiting for you out back." Pausing, Locke pushed the button for his secretary on his phone. "Miss Jones, please write out a cheque for Mr. Cleaver for the amount of ten million." Standing up, Tony nodded towards Locke as the Silencer held the door open for him. Closing the door, Zolnerowich turned to Locke. "Are you sure you can trust him?" A Russian accent permeated his speech but his English had significantly improved in the decade he had been in Locke's employment. "First rule of business is not to trust anyone Gleb. I want a tail on him, if the opportunity arises, break him. I could use the warehouse property." "Will do Sir." Zolnerowich said as he himself exited the office. [center]~ ~ ~[/center] [b][i]Harbor Kings' Warehouse[/i][/b] The black Hummer came to a halt as Tony climbed out of the driver's seat and walked around to the back. Opening up the trunk, Tony lifted the crate of weapons with relative ease as he stormed into the warehouse and threw the crate of weapons on the ground in front of those gathered around a TV playing Call of Duty on an Xbox. "We're in business boys!" Tony yelled as he held up a sub machine gun admiring the fine weaponry. "JAIME!" Tony yelled as Fox Face came scurrying from within the warehouse. "Deposit this, and then take fifty percent of it and split it among the families of those we lost. Momma Hernandez was always good to us." Pulling a cigar out, Tony lit it as he took a deep puff before blowing a smoke ring towards Jaime. "Oh and Jaime, do you have a plan yet?" "Still working on it boss." Jaime said sheepishly. Tony laughed as he gave the smaller man a slap to his back which nearly sent Fox Face sprawling across the room. "Forget anything you've worked on, Locke's offered to pay us to kill those who meddled in our plans at the school. We're looking for a bunch of well off middle class kids. Jorge! Take Luis and go see the Thirds, perhaps they know something. Jaime, who was our inside man?" "I think it was Horatio, he was the DJ that night." Jaime answered slowly, working through his memories of the night. "Damn!" Tony yelled as he slammed his fist against a nearby wall. "He was found among the dead. He likely had a video of the dance, Jaime I need you to get into the evidence locker and get us that camera. I believe Corrotto owes us a favour for when he 'busted' us last month to supply his men with some meth for their staff party." "Yo Capitan, what's the plan for all this?" Jorge suddenly piped in. "Tonight ladies, we're going to rob a bank." Tony smiled with sinister intent as he walked back over to the open gun create. "Now line up and pick a weapon." He yelled as the men around him cheered and yelled. [center]~ ~ ~[/center] [b][i]IllAdvised[/i][/b] Walking back from Makarios' apartment building, Cal leaned against his car as he turned his left arm over and swiped his right hand across his Glitch device. Checking his messages, he had a missed text from Sam asking what his plans were for the day and a missed call from Landon. Ignoring the call, and answering the text, Cal turned back to the matter at hand as he mused over how he could find Makarios. He had buzzed his apartment only to receive no answer. Now, Cal realized that things looked different in the dark than they do during the day but he was sure that this was the place he had dropped Makarios off the night of the dance. Not only did he have a photographic memory but he had installed a GPS into the Volvo which could recall the path of the car. So the more likely answer was that Makarios wasn't home. Opening up Facebook, Cal looked up Makarios' profile before noting that Makarios seemed to have a thing for a park. Looking up, he noted that Thistle Park was actually just across the road from the apartment building. Looking either way as he jogged across the street, Cal walked down into the park as he began to look for Makarios. Logically it made sense he might be here but then again he could be off shopping or out for lunch or any of a hundred other possibilities. Walking around for a bit, Cal finally stumbled across Makarios sitting down against a tree. Sitting down beside Makarios, Cal looked over at him noting that the bullet wound didn't seem to be bothering the other as much, he looked more relaxed and less tensed. "So, I hear school dances are killers." Cal said with a smirk. "How are the wounds doing?" For some reason Cal got the feeling that Makarios had been expecting him from the look he was given.