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[b]Old Abandoned Boarded-Up House[/b]
[i]Somewhere in the projects of Independence City, 0135[/i]

Full of pancakes and content, Mr. Infinity stood next to the door with his wife Sharon as Chris and Mary Ann donned their backpacks in preparation for school. Mary Ann enthusiastically ran over to her mother and Sharon crouched before her. She ran her fingers through her daughter’s locks and poked her nose with her finger, receiving a smile and a giggle in response.

“You be careful dear. Stay with your brother,” she told her before kissing her cheek.

Mr. Infinity crouched next and scooped his daughter into his arms giving her a BIG hug. “Grr! I love you pumpkin.”

Mary Ann squealed before giving her father a kiss on the cheek and he returned a kiss to hers. Setting her down, Chris was next. The boy’s eyes were downcast to the floor. His hands were gripping his bookbag straps and he attempted to just walk passed his parents until Mr. Infinity slid his right leg in front of him, barring his path.

Chris sighed in exasperation. Sharon looked at her son with concern glimmering in her eyes. “Christopher, what’s wrong dear?”

Chris didn’t look at her as he irritably answered, “Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t want any kisses. Your lipstick didn’t come off last time and the other kids laughed at me.”

Sharon smiled. “I won’t kiss you then. How about a hug?”

Chris turned toward his mother and still without looking at her, he wrapped his arms around her in a quick hug before he attempted to turn and go on his way. He found a pair of polished shoes in his path and peered up a pair of legs to the suited gentleman that was his father. Mr. Infinity crouched before his son and watched as Chris’s eyes fled to the floor.

“You’re too old for that baby stuff, huh? Then look at me when I’m talking to you,” Mr. Infinity demanded.

Chris timidly looked his father in his honeyed eyes and Mr. Infinity frowned at what he saw or what he believed he suspected. “We’re gonna have a talk when you come back. Now give me a hug.”

Chris wrapped his arms about his father’s neck in a hug and Mr. Infinity returned the embrace. As Chris stepped back, Mr. Infinity rested a hand atop his son’s head and smiled.

“Have a good day at school champ and keep a big brother eye on your sister.”

Chris nodded and Mr. Infinity stood watching with Sharon as their children went on their way. He closed the apartment door and Sharon immediately snaked her arms about her husband’s neck. She rested against him, staring prettily up at his face as he smirked down at her.

“I think Chris is being bullied at school,” he shared with her his thoughts.

Sharon’s brows rose in surprise. “No? My baby?”

Mr. Infinity frowned in momentary contemplation. “I wanna follow him, but I fear that I might just embarrass him.”

“He has to learn to be brave.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. If I find any marks on my boy, then I’m gonna go talk to whoever’s parents.”

Sharon smirked. “Don’t scare them too bad.”

Mr. Infinity smiled. “Do I look scary?”

Sharon giggled. “If by scary you mean handsome then…”

Mr. Infinity kissed his wife and then grinned at her. “I gotta go back to work.”

Sharon was reluctant to release him. “Work? You mean reading that newspaper?”

He headed over to the kitchen table and snatched up the paper. “I got to catch up on all the news. I don’t carry a cell phone and neither does my employer—they’re traceable. All I got is this newspaper to go by.”

“Let me brew you some coffee.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Mr. Infinity grasped the kitchen chair and slid it out before plopping in it. He spread the paper again, resuming his read. Sharon poured him a mug of hot coffee and carried it over to the table to set it next to him. She then returned to the kitchen to begin washing dishes.

Mr. Infinity set down the newspaper to pick up his coffee. He gave the black liquid a tender sip as he stared at a report that was mysteriously appearing on the page he had been browsing. It was a fresh witness report to the police. Death Row. Turf war. Wounded. There wasn’t much details. Usually when gangs fought each other, no one got involved. If they wanted to kill each other then so be it. Mr. Infinity sighed and closed his eyes as he cradled the warm mug in his hands.

Sharon overheard him. “What’s wrong, dear?”

“There’s a turf war in Death Row.”

“You’re not going to get involved in that are you?”

“I may just actually standby to make sure innocents aren’t caught in the fire.”

Sharon smiled to herself while she scrubbed circles on a dish. “Is that all you plan to do?”

Mr. Infinity opened his eyes and stared across the table at nothing. “I guess. Hopefully one thing doesn’t lead to another.”

“And if it does?”

“Then I might be out longer than intended.”

“Don’t the Saints have enough helpers? Can’t you just come back early?”

“I can try.”

Sharon uttered a sultry laugh behind her smile. “I’ll be waiting.”

Mr. Infinity’s brow slowly rose as a naughty smile stretched across his face. He scooted his chair back and rose to his feet. “I’ll make this quick.”

He left the kitchen into the living room and approached a sword mounted on the wall over the fireplace. Mounted above it was a simple black pistol. Grasping the pistol first, Mr. Infinity pulled back on the slide to put a round in the chamber before he tucked the weapon away inside a shoulder harness beneath his coat. He then grabbed the red katana, slid it open a little to inspect the blade that immediately combust. The orange flames danced across its lustrous steel. Closing it, Mr. Infinity returned to the kitchen and stepped up behind Sharon. He slid his arm across her waist, holding her close as he kissed her neck.

“I’ll (kiss) be back (kiss)” he told her.

Sharon moaned softly and reached a hand back to cup her husband’s jaw. “Hurry.”

Stepping away from her, leaving such a lovely woman standing there alone made him ache on the inside. As much as he just wanted to whisk her off her feet and steal her into their bedroom, he knew that skipping out on a potential duty wouldn’t have settled well with the Saints. Mr. Infinity turned his back on her before he submitted to the temptation. He snatched up his coffee mug on the way out.[hr]

[b]Death Row[/b]
[i]Roof Top, 0215[/i]

Mr. Infinity was standing before the ledge of a building adjacent to the apartment. His coffee had cooled, which made it easier to drink. He had no intention to get involved with whatever the firefight was over at least not before the other Saints arrived. He hoped that they deemed the situation not their problem (mostly so he could return to Sharon for some kinky time but that was a selfish wish).

[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Agent 47][@Silvan Haven][@hagroden][@Enalais]