It had been two days, two days since he burned his penthouse to the ground. In those two days, Adam has been generally miserable. The cold winter nights had begun to settle in and all he really wore was some clothes he managed to steal off a hobo. Not exactly stylish, but they did work for blending in with the homeless population pretty well. 

This time, he sat outside a bloc apartment. He had been watching the comings and goings pretty intently, this place was a safe haven for members of his cartel. Death row was a shitty place yeah, but it was helluva place to run a gang. The man who had formerly been dubbed the black cat, decided now was his time to get in, get some of his shit, and get out. 

He picked a day where the boss would be meeting with most of underbosses, and better soldado's. He had been apart of those meetings once, when he had been one of his bosses most efficent killers, now he wasn't sure what he was. But he was definetly no longer a member of Os Anjo's. He took the back door in, putting in his alarm for the backdoor and he was surprised to see it still worked. He smiled things might of been looking up for him. Turns out not only was it unlucky to cross a black cats path, it was also unlucky to be a black cat. Sitting there waiting for him were two cartel members waiting for him. "Well look at what the fucking cat dragged in." Said one of them, a shortened mossberg in his hand. "Good one dude!" Adam said, he smiled and summoned his loud voice. "So tell me, how'd you know I was coming in?" He asked, the other gangster smiled. "You used your code, we are watching the fucking building dumbass." He said, As the other gangster said that, he frowned. He hadn't thought of that one. 

Adam's mind was kicking into overtime, he was thinking of ways out of the situation. His handling of the situation involved burning it with fire, he threw fire at the both of them catching ones pants aflame, and the other was going to lose his South Pole hoody. Using this as a distraction, he jumped forward and took the mossberg from one of them. He hit the man with the side of the shotgun, and shot the other in the stomach spilling blood, all over the tile floor. "Fuck that's gonna be a bitch to get out." He joked a smile appearing on his face, and hefted the shotgun.

He took the shotty, and put it to the other mans head. If he felt any regrets about attacking his former friends, it didn't show, and he didn't feel it right now. "Who is he sending after me?" He asked, his voice seemed to lose the joking demeanor. "Everybody. Every single underboss, and Soldado is going to be out looking for you. Slapped a bounty worth the amount of jewels you lost, and then some." The man said, looking Adam in the eyes. "How much?"
"400k dead, 450 alive so he can have at you himself. You caused him a great deal of stress, and here you are nice and alive. You shoulda stayed hidden."
"Oh boy, he loves me! But nah, hiding isn't my style man. Because I got bigger balls, than all of you mother fuckers." He chuckled, took the shotty and blew the other man's skull away. He made his way through the rest of the apartment, going up stairs trying to dodge his former allies. He burst through the door of his former safehouse, safeapartment, safespace? He contemplated a good name for it, while rummaging through his things. He took a spare cellphone, some cash, a couple changes of clothes that were probably the most expensive things in there, and finally a glock he had hidden underneath the bed. He made his getaway, and slipped out into the night. Before anyone could nab him again. When he made it outside, he pulled the cellphone out of his pocket and dialed 911. He gave them some sort of story about a gang turfwar breaking out, but he knew some of the cops wouldn't head to this apartment. They had been bought off. So hopefully he could summon the saints here first.