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[color=ec008c][h3][center]Lost Haven, Slums[/center][/h3][/color]

"How, Milo? How do we always get into these situations?" James sighed, leaning back against the tile wall as he had found himself restrained and unable to move. The faint flickering of a lone light bulb illuminated the small room now called a cell due to current events. It was quite obvious that this room had been used as a storage area in the past but dried bloodstains on the floor and the shackles hanging from the ceiling would hint at something else entirely. It was a torture den. "I could have been eating pizza now, you know?" It was hard to say exactly how long the two had known each other. A few years was quite a safe bet. Despite James complaining, the young twenty four year old man appeared a lot calmer than most would in a situation such as this. The reaction to current events would perhaps shed some light on how familiar he actually was with the whole ordeal. "And you, buddy! No more milkshakes for you! After they're done torturing us, they'll probably throw you into a blender and shoot me in the head." Squirming within his restraints, James managed another sigh before the back of his head connected with the wall, albeit lightly. "Yup, we're dead." 

[color=ec008c]"Huh...?"[/color] Snapping back to reality, the boy besides James turned to him with a confused expression donning his face. Any onlooker would instantly point him out as the main oddity in this scene, but the sheer amount of calm washing over him didn't seem natural in the slightest. One could only hope that this calm was accompanied by a plan to get him out of the cuffs snapped onto his thin wrists. 

"For fuck sake, Milo. Have you been listening to anything I've been sa-..." With a sentence cut off before reaching its end, James quickly shut his mouth at the sound of a door opening which allowed more light to wash over the room. 

"Ah, hello my little lovelies!" A large man entered the scene, a rather flamboyant personality accompanying a bombast sense of fashion. His pink suit would nearly glimmer under the light, as if glitter was scattered across the expensive fabric. "How are you?" 

"Been better." James frowned, seeing how two armed guards stepped into the room alongside their leader. Armed with submachine guns, one could draw the conclusion that these criminals weren't ordinary thugs. They had finances to back up their activities with and a lot of it. Of course, Milo and James hadn't gone into this blindly. Thanks to the latter's endeavors, the two had managed to gain quite a lot of information about this group. Like many other underworld organisations, they dealt in drugs, trafficking, weapon trades and of course hits. They had caused quite a ruckus the past few months and others were starting to notice them. So far it was unclear if the man standing before Milo and James was an actual ring leader or a pretty boy with too much money on his hands. His appearance would suggest the latter but Milo was the last person who would judge a man by his appearance. 

"And your quiet friend?" Lowering himself to a squatting position, the man gazed at Milo with a bright smile crossing his lips. Some would call it a sign of insanity. "See, I don't usually hurt children but you're more than you seem, aren't you? Four dead guards say as much. Well, that and the fact that we had to shoot you in the head four times before you went down." 

[color=ec008c]"Didn't want to spoil your pretty suit..."[/color] Milo returned, a soft grin crossing his lips as his brown eyes met his captor's. 

"Why, thank you! Finally, someone who appreciates class!" With a loud chuckle, the man turned to his goons for a moment and motioned towards Milo in response to the boy's remark. "You're not the first powered person I've come across, though. How old are you, really? A hundred? Judging from your ninja moves, I'd say you're from...let's see...the medievals!" 

[color=ec008c]"Nothing that amazing..."[/color] With his cuffs kept behind his back, Milo could manage the attempt of setting himself free without the others noticing the feat. Of course, an assassin would need to know how to pick a lock, something considered quite fundamental in such a line of work. Picking a lock would however require a tool which was why Milo had previously prepared a pin located within the sole of his shoe.

"You amaze me, you know that? How about this, you two start working for me." The bright smile mellowed into a more serious expression now that a business proposition was laid out. "A ninja and a hacker sounds like a good investment, don't you think?" 

"Uhm, yeah! Heh, being good doesn't really pay well." James pitched in, an anxious smile meeting the rest. 

"Of course it doesn't! Being good never pays off." Reaching his hand out, the pink dressed man placed it on Milo's shoulder and squeezed it softly. "Come now, don't be a hero. Heroes never get anywhere in life." Lowering his voice, every word left his lips with a more ominous presence to them. 

[color=ec008c]"It got me here..."[/color] The boy finished, his lightning fast reaction shoving a free hand forth and forced the tip of the pin into the larger male's throat. Using the split second of confusion and bedazzlement which had struck the remaining people in the room, Milo dashed forth and connected a spin kick with a guard's abdomen. Hearing the desperate attempt of gunshots, Milo felt how a bullet grazed his side before he gracefully executed a somersault and landed a powerful strike to the remaining guard's chin. As he was granted the moment, Milo pulled the pistol holstered beneath their leader's jacket, the man now laying lifeless on the ground. Though guns were far from his choice of weaponry, at this range he didn't need to be proficient in the firearm to land two fatal hits on their captors. Seeing them fall to the ground, the boy breathed out and dropped the pistol before he continued to free James from the cuffs. 

"Shit, Milo..." James breathed, rubbing his wrists once he was free. "You alright?"

[color=ec008c]"Got shot in the head, James..."[/color] Though he regenerated from the grievous wounds, it had left him completely fainted which allowed the enemy to capture him. A blow to the head which would kill anyone else wasn't something Milo could just shrug off. His movements had grown rather sluggish and he felt tired, incredibly so. Some rest would be greatly appreciated. 

"Doesn't look like these guys will stop us from leaving, come on." James helped the smaller boy back to his feet as they started out of the room. The battle which had taken place would absolutely draw others to the spot but their main target had been slain, that was all that mattered. Though, it was embarrassing to admit how incredibly bad this mission had gone. James usually provided intel rather than joining Milo on the field but even he had been spotted once Milo was caught off guard at the end of a rifle. Luckily they both walked out of this alive, however. 

[color=ec008c]"What are you doing...?"[/color] Raising an eyebrow as he gazed down at the floor, it didn't take long for Milo to see how James dropped down to his knees and relieved their captor of his wallet. Two years ago James could barely see a cadaver without gagging at the sight but the frequency of this dangerous and insane life had drawn him incredibly jaded.

"Hey, they owe me a pizza! Because of these assholes I never got to eat lunch, besides..." Pulling the wallet from the man's pocket, a sly grin stretched across the Chinese American's lips. More than a few bills resided within. "...this is the only way we get paid. Unlike you, I actually need to eat." 

[color=ec008c]"You're the face of morality..."[/color] Milo finished, shaking his head slightly as he continued through the abandoned warehouse. He'd rather not stick around for others to arrive. The way he was now, he wouldn't be able to handle a serious fight without the element of surprise on his side. A sloppy execution had paid its toll and it was a lesson they both did well to learn.