Rex walked through the city, very clearly with a purpose as he moved forward, avoiding who he could, but not caring if he bumped into anyone. He had a hoodie on, and was wearing the hood, not wanting to be recognised if he could avoid it. He walked too fast for anyone who yelled at him for bumping into them to do anything.

He finally slowed down as he got closer to where he needed to be. He pulled back his hood to look around more easily, showing his face to anyone close enough. A nearby woman wearing very revealing clothes, and lots of make up approached him, rubbing her hand along his arm, “Hey there, you lookin’ for a good time?” She asked with a slightly forced grin, and Rex stared at her for a moment, his expression not hiding that he wasn’t in the best of moods, but he still gave her the kindest answer he could think of in that moment, “Fuck off.” He said very sternly, and she backed away as he took a slow glance around before getting into the building she was standing in front of.

There was an elevator, but he only needed to get to the second floor, and decided the stairs would probably be faster, especially since he knew this wasn’t the kind of building with lots of effort put into maintaining it. His mind was entirely focused on business, and what he had to. He slowed down toward the end of the stairs, making sure he remembered everything he had to. He continued moving at a slow pace as he got to room 216.

He knocked on the door, and said nothing, staring right at the peephole before the door opened, slowly walking inside, greeted by a man smiling slightly, and holding a pistol, “We’ve got him, boss.” Was all the man said as Rex walked forward, pulling out his own pistol, and aiming it toward the man on his knees while two other Guardians looked toward Rex, “You boys wait outside.” Rex said, and they obeyed, moving at a quick, but controlled pace.

Rex stared at the man for a moment, continuing to aim his gun at his head, and the man started to get up, “Stay on your knees, Henry.” Rex said quite commandingly, but also very calmly. Henry obeyed, and looked into his eyes nervously, beginning to speak a moment later, “They gave m-“ He started, but Rex quickly put his finger to his lips to signal him to be quiet, and he listened, getting even more nervous. Rex then moved even closer, and smiled a bit, looking right back into his eyes, and putting his gun back into his pants, “I’m not going to shoot you.” He said, and Henry sighed in relief, smiling as well, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” He said in response.
“You are going to tell me everything, though, aren’t you?” Rex asked, not moving his hand away from his gun just yet.
“Yes. Yes, of course. I’m so sorry. I-I-I just, I, um,” He said, his breathing getting a bit heavier again, “Can I, uh,” He began to say, pointing toward a chair, and Rex looked at him a bit angrily now, “You’re staying on your knees unless you want me to change my mind.” He said very sternly, “You want forgiveness, after all, don’t you?” He asked, and Henry nodded, “Good. Now tell me everything.” He added further, and Henry smiled slightly as he thought about what he was going to say, “Well, they offered me a really good deal, and a few of my guys were already pretty connected with them. I know I said I wouldn’t buy from anyone else, and I’m so sorry. I really am. But I’m a businessman, you know that. I’m not a gang guy, or a thug, or any of that. Just a businessman. I’m not with them, I swear. I’m not going to hurt The Guardians. You guys have been good to me, I like you all. This was all a mistake.” He said, partially trying to convince himself of some of it.
“You’re right about some things, Henry. We were good to you. Very good. Apparently not good enough for you to keep your word, though.” He said, and clenched his jaw slightly for a moment, looking very serious now, “And you see, I’m not a businessman, like you are. I work in words, and actions, not money. Money doesn’t mean much to me. There are so many things greater than it, and I certainly answer to something much greater.” He said with a grin as he looked up for a moment, then back down, “The Hand of God is here, Henry.” He added, grinning wider as Henry’s eyes widened, staring at him in shock.
“No, no. Please no. I’m so sorry. So very sorry. He doesn’t need to be here.” He said, pleading as much as he could, continuing to ramble as Rex moved closer to him before taking a big step forward, and kicked him right in the jaw, practically lifting him off the ground for a moment, rushing toward him before he could recover, and gripping his throat firmly with his right hand, beginning to squeeze the life out of him as Henry attempted to pull his arm off, not even close to successful in doing so as Rex leaned forward, and looked right into his eyes, “You’re a piece of shit, Henry. You should be honoured that I came all this way for you instead of letting those other guys tear you apart. I’ve been good to you. We’ve all been good to you, and yet we’re apparently not good enough. Is that how this is?!” He yelled loudly, and Henry frantically shook his head, his face becoming very red from his struggle as Rex continued to choke him for several more seconds before slowly moving his hand away, and starting to get up, Henry about to do so as well, “Stay on the fucking floor!” Rex yelled at him, and Henry stopped moving, making an attempt to speak for a moment, but deciding against it because of the pain in his jaw, “Put your hand right here. Knuckles up.” Rex said, pointing to a spot on the ground. Henry listened without giving much thought to it, mostly focused on his pain on his neck, and jaw, using his other hand to try to comfort himself.

Rex stared at him for a moment, then looked down at his hand, and before Henry could react, stomped down on it hard with his boot, causing Henry to scream as loud as he could despite his dislocated jaw. He moved toward Rex’s leg instinctively, looking up at him, his eyes begging for him to move away, and he responded by press down even harder, causing another loud yell, “You have no idea how lucky you are, Henry. I’m giving you one more chance. One more.” He said, and finally removed his boot from Henry’s hand as he began to sob, and whimper, holding his hand, and staring at the damage, “But if you fuck up one more time, you get no more chances. I’ve been too nice to you, but I promise, if you do anything I don’t like ever again, you’ll be begging for a bullet through your skull before I’m through with you. Do you understand?” He asked, and Henry nodded frantically. 

Rex stared at him for a moment more before finally walking away, and getting out of the apartment, making sure to be quick about it now, “Get out of here, boys.” He said to the three armed men who had been waiting for him earlier. They moved swiftly, knowing that the yelling must have gotten some attention, but Rex moved a bit slower, nodding toward the woman who had spoken to him earlier. She was shaking slightly as he looked at her, but didn’t move, and he just put his hood over his head, and began walking away, going fast at first, but slowing down to seem less suspicious, being more careful about not bumping into people this time.