The Day Keeps Getting Eventful

As Claude was left on the streets, he only had three things. His lower body clothes, a smartphone, and blood all over his chest.

Even though Nicholas said that he had taken the light particles out of his body, but his body still need more energy to recover, the nail on his chest also didn't help. It had a burning sensation, but just low enough so that Claude knew it was there.

Getting up from the ground, he decided to do what Nicholas suggested. Get a drink.

Walking through the street, Claude set off to hunt as quickly as possible, it's still morning after all and he had to find a prey quickly so that he could also find a way out of this.

Meanwhile, Nicholas had already called Papa John for a meeting.

At a luxurious bar in Manhattan, Papa John was seating on one of those circular booths, drinking a whiskey and ice glass. This time he was wearing a blue business suit, matching with his pants, overall the mafia boss looked classy which fit the ambient.

Through the bar's door came Nicholas, wearing the black overcoat and overall black clothes, he was even more attractive in this place as the bar made contrast to his character. It was impossible for Papa John not to notice his entry.

Arriving close, Papa John was the first to speak.

"Master Nicholas, good morning. What do I have the honor of your visit?" He asked, his tone sounding suspicious even if to outside listeners.

"Quit with the tone, John. You don't need to hold resentment for Jeremy, he will be alright. Besides, if he is not useful to me, then you will get him back." Nicholas said with a smile that showed his mischievousness to the mafia boss seating comfortably, in which Nicholas took the opportunity to sit beside him.

"I came today because I need some information. Yesterday I found a group running a drug lab inside a warehouse at the margin of Motty Haven by the side of the third bridge. They have a pretty good chemical. And by the previous information that you have gathered, it's probably not related to the known organizations that we've kept an eye on." Nicholas spoke.

"Well, you are right. We haven't information of known gangs doing business like that, usually they are closely related to the cartel, and apart from Bliss, most products go through Midnight." Papa John said with a hand on his chin as he pondered about the situation.

"I will have to send some men to assert the matter, should receive something by the end of the night." He continued with his slightly high-toned vocals, barely creating the Italian accent.

"What about the Bad Angels? Have you made progress?" Nicholas asked.

"Slightly. IF... I didn't have my personnel constantly changing, maybe it could work faster. Just this week, you made me lose 7 members. All at once." John spoke with displeasure, highlighting the 'If'. "I already have to work with a limited amount of people, and he still wants everything ready." John mumbled under his breath as he drank his whiskey.

Nicholas narrowed his eyes as he looked at Papa John.

"You won't shut up, will you?" Nicholas said as he referred to John's sarcasm and the fact that he knows that Nicholas can hear it.

"Whatever. I'm heading out now, have some appointments with other businessmen. We are close to finishing a deal with 3 good entrepreneurs." John spoke as he stood up.

Looking at his side, Nicholas had already vanished.

Few hours later, Demetrius - the Bad Angels member that worked with Julius - had showed up at the Department of Sanitation to meet Julius, the mercenary.

Demetrius was driving a golden orange hatchback model, it had expensive car wheels, the painting looked fresh and it had a clean and 'swag' look.

Julius was looking at his cellphone, as he noticed the arrival of Demetrius. Looking at the car in which this guy had used for a mission that they should dispose of someone, he was not very pleased.

Noticing the look that his superior gave him, Demetrius got nervous as he tried to explain.

"Sorry, sir. I had no control over the events that happened. One of our crew members used the van to do a shootout and it got marks. The others are still repairing from other events as well."

"Couldn't you choose a car that attracts less attention?" Julius inquired with narrow eyes, his expression showed distress by his mistake.

"We did not have other cars available. This was one of the less flashy models, sir." Demetrius replied.

Bad Angels had some sort of headquarters and their 'staff' was supposed to use only cars available inside their base. Personal items could be related to them, becoming traceable.

Demetrius was actually one of the most capable men working as a part of the Blood Angels. He accomplished most of his tasks efficiently and had caused less trouble for the gang while doing so. In an ambient where most people are unruly, disorganized, and decided to whatever they wanted, he was successful due to his disciplinary training during his military service.

Julius knew these facts and is aware that Demetrius fellow gangsters were probably creating trouble to his side due to his behaved demeanor.

Deciding to let it go, Julius entered the building.

They used the parking lot to leave their cars, and the elevator to arrive at the desired floor.

The fifth floor was not a busy place, it had offices and dealt mostly with the political affairs of the Department. Going straight to the office they had visited before, Julius immediately entered through the door without knocking.

Sitting on the chair behind a common office desk, an above-weight middle-aged man sat there holding a landline phone as he was currently on call. Noticing who arrived in his office, he was instantly nervous.

"Sorry, Jean. I will have to call you later, a guest just arrived." The office worker said as he hung up the call.

"Mr. Julius, what brings you to my office? Is everything alright?" The man asked the newcomers.

"I have come with good news, Mr. Paul. Our group has decided to end our agreement." Julius said as he non chalantly sat on the chair opposite to Mr. Paul.

Mr. Paul had a surprised reaction to Julius' words. He clapped his hands and said.

"Great, I just have to finish this one thing, give me a minute." Mr. Paul looked at the computer on his desk and started to type some things.

As he finished typing, Julius was already impatient.

"Mr. Paul, do you really want the money to save your daughter? We have a tight schedule, I give you one minute to finish or we don't meet again."

Mr. Paul smiled as he finished looking at his phone.

"Of course not, I just finished. We can go now." He said.

Harrison Paul worked at the logistic office of the Department of Sanitation, doing the original schedules and also being responsible for authorizing the disposal of toxic materials of the city, he had a pretty important job and successful one.

Though not enough to pay for the treatment of his daughter's disease.

His daughter had been diagnosed with a rare disease, and though it had treatment, it is entirely experimental. Applying the treatment, which cost almost triple his annual income, turned out to be effective. But only in the beginning.

The treatment created a mutation of the disease, which became two others. And although the new diseases had better ways to treat them, but the cost had already been too high. Now Paul was badly in debt, the only solution was to have another means of income.

Timely, Julius had just arrived in the city and was looking for ways to dispose of toxics. Getting in contact with a few people, Paul formed a connection with Julius, and the agreed amount of money that he received was through three phases. At the beginning, which gave the start for the treatment, the second was halfway through, and lastly was at the end of the deal.

Now was the time to keep going and deal with the last part.

Exiting the building, the three of them proceeded to walk to Demetrius' car.

Arriving close, Julius called for Paul.

"Hey, Paul."

Turning around, Mr. Paul was about to ask what was it, when he felt a strong hit to his head. Getting immediately knocked out by Julius' fist, the latter motioned towards Demetrius as they started to drag Paul to Demetrius' flashy car.

Getting Paul's body in the car, Julius closed the trunk. Walking in the direction of the driver's seat, Julius opened his hand towards Demetrius.

"Give me the keys. You stay and go to the security room, find a way to erase security cameras and his computer." Julius ordered.

Demetrius gave the keys and walked back to the building.

Walking inside the building, Demetrius used the elevator again as he chose the first floor which was the reception.

Exiting the elevator, he walked towards the security room which was behind the reception balcony.

Getting inside the room, he pulled his gun and pointed it towards the security guard.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the security guard, and Demetrius only saw a flash where the person supposed to be the security sat before he flew to the wall.

His gun fell from his hand because of the impact.

As the person inside the room got close, Demetrius slightly assimilated the person's appearance through the dizziness.

A man wearing a black slim suit, with dress pants and shoes. His short blonde hair slicked back, and green eyes.

"My name is Claude. Mind telling me yours?"