BREAKING BONES

These two past weeks haven't been too difficult . I keep swallowing painkillers so the pain is no longer an issue.

The old man gave me some antibiotics subscription too which I have to go buy more since he had only a few . My wound is healing nicely. I no longer need band aids over the wound. I can walk fine but not for very long. Only yesterday I started training. I don't do a lot of leg work but my body feels fine with a little more work out.

In like two other weeks I should be fine throwing a kick over a giant's head and send him flying across the room.

Money usually is the key to success of any operation. I need to figure out how and where the money of the Infinity circulates. Then I'll have to figure out how to cripple them on that sector.

And since divide and conquer are such powerful tools, I'll have to worm my way into some of the members hearts so when I make them bankrupt, I'll be there to cushion whomever is willing to get under my wing. Only so I throw them under the bus later.

That means I'll have to rebuild my family empire but on a different name. And I'll have to find someone else to be the face of this new empire. I'll be in the shadows like a bodyguard.

On that note, I think I'll need to go shopping. No one will believe I'm a bodyguard when I wore skimpy clothing. I need leather attire and tailored suits. I think it's already time I started rebuilding the Cross, just with new family.

Armed with my bag full of cash, I go to a not so high end shopping parlour. It's actually very regular with just regular people going in and out. So I try out a few this and that here and there. I buy just a few not wanting people to be suspicious about the girl buying only black clothing.

Black will be the trademark color for the new mafia group. Wait till the Infinity are completely destroyed then reveal to them that we've been the Cross all along. After shopping for clothes I decide to take a bus ride to the local market for some grocery shopping.

I could use some healthy foods in my fridge now that I'm starting with my training. I'll need to be fit as soon as possible. The bus stops right outside the market entrance. As I walk down the bus isle I rummage through my bag for some coins to pay the conductor.

So by the time I'm off the bus, my belongings are almost spilling out of my hand bag . Goodness Njiwa!

Dad always reprimanded me because of my messy nature. I could never be organised with my personal things to have a good night sleep. I should hire a personal assistant to do that for me now that I gave up trying to keep my house in order.

While I'm struggling to get a hold of my things as I walk on the sidewalk towards the gate, my bag is snatched from my hands.

"Hey, give that back! " I yell standing in shock as I watch several young boys pass my bag around as they run away.

My eyes are however trained on my bag. So I recover from my shock and chase after the boys pushing people out of my way. I climb on stalls by the road side. Jump over some lady's legs that are sprawled in front of her playing a guitar. with a bowl of some few coins next to her. Some scream as I hit them out of my way while others insult me.

My focus on the boys doesn't change though, they are a locked target on my peripheral vision. I must get to them and teach them a lesson. With my injured leg though, I'm not as fast as I used to be. I hate being sluggish. So I push myself even harder trying to reach the boys before I lose them or worse, they lead me to their territory where they have back up.

Seeing running isn't helping my mission, I decide to try fall the guy who has been carrying my bag for the longest time now. Good thing he's lagging behind and he keeps looking back at me. The distraction will be to an advantage to me.

With luck on my side, I see some four donkeys standing idly some place up ahead. So I take an orange from a nearby stall and throw it at one. The donkey starts running around and in circles causing the others too to join in the circus. The stall owner insults me but I don't feel remorse for him. Just one orange can't solve world hunger issues.

The boy with the bag realises last minute that he is the line of a donkey's kick. He is sent hugging the side walk and my bag is off his grasp. I struggle with two boys to get it. Passers by start surrounding us.

By struggling with two boys I mean fighting them off. And they are very adamant. I'm trying to keep my obvious mafia training on the down low for the people around so it's harder to fight them off under wise I would have taken care of these guys already. They simply don't have any skills.

I wonder why people are not helping. It's pretty obvious I'm being mugged in broad daylight and I'm a lady. Why are they just watching? Should I scream? Maybe that will alert them I'm a lady. I look around at the people.

Damn, they really did bring me to their territory after all. Now I have to fight off a bunch of Boys by myself. Two weeks ago I survived worse so I think I'll have to be run over by another bus. At this rate, I'll never rekindle the Cross.

But one thing I'll do for sure is give them hell before I go down. So I let go of the bag and grab one of the boys. I lock his head with one elbow in the front and the other hand at the back after taking him down on his knees. So I squeeze a little and the boy lets out a wail.

From his voice I take he must be fourteen or fifteen as his voice is still breaking and so when he cries it comes out as if in raspy waves. I squeeze again and he wails some more. The others around take out knives and whips. Seriously!!

What kind of ridiculous teen gang is this? I answer myself, the kind that goes around mugging people for money. The broke inexperienced one. The one I might need for my mission. But it would take a lot more effort to tame these common thieves, let alone trust them and have them to watch your back. I won't last a day in the big mean world.

"Relax boys, I can handle this one. Hey you? " Some older man appears out of nowhere and speaks authoritatively.

I take it he's the leader. So I squeeze the boys head again just to make the point of whom has the mantle here. And the wail puts my point across.

"I just want my bag. I don't have time for clueless teen crusade you are running here. Now give the bag for the boy and everyone goes home fine. " I demand with a sickly sweet smile.

Inside I'm so pissed. I have better things to do than running around with idiots. I squeeze the boys head again more forcefully than ever. He wails in pain some more.

"Boss... please boss. " He pleads with the older guy.

The guy signals for the one with the bag to give it to him. So it is thrown into his waiting hands. He walks closer to me and stops a safe distance away.

"If you want the bag, release the boy and come at me. Let me show you how clueless we actually are. " He says smugly with a smirk.

Really now!

"Warning, I like to break bones! " I caution arrogantly pushing the boy away from me.