[III] Your Move...

Port Blazefall, Westward District

Alphonse "14 Smash" Watanabe

7th, cigarette in 30 minutes and I still have the craving for another but then again, another simple ass pick up job and I'm the only one who ever gets to do these on time, ever since I was inducted into "the business" ALL I ever seem to do is, work pick up jobs and honestly I ain't even a good driver, sure I know my ways with a car but I honestly got better skills in other fields and I know I can pick up my own weight like I pick up these jobs but "You gotta work your way up the ladder" is what my Uncle Sam always says, jeez and I can't go whining to 45 about this 'coz that just could give him the idea that I might be entitled to something because I'm their family and the only thing that makes it worse is that he is on the job with me, I don't seem to understand why he always seems to be with me on these jobs whenever he gets free time... I doubt someone like him would be bored at the level he is in, being the right-hand man to his father who owns the Westward Districts strongest gangs while still maintaining his charismatic, playful nature with everyone else without ever giving off a signal to what was going on in that mind of his a mind everyone wanted to crack open and have a peek inside...

"You better not pull out the 8th cigarette in the next hour maximum, you smoking like you got baby mama drama and if you do, then. Why you never tell me I'm gonna be an uncle?, so we can tell the Fam, to quit calling you smash with your serious ass..." said a calm, yet silly voice from the back of the white delivery van with the tag Uncle's Barbershop on both side. A neatly shaved man with a warm smile appeared.

That man was the underboss for the Westward Misfits gang, William "45 Sniper" Watanabe. The friend to everyone and connect to everything, yet only those closest to him could see what was really going on his head and most people preferred to only see that side of him... He was the example of killers with smiles in good suits with good hair and great family ties that loved their mothers and kept themselves in good faith but his story was a little bit different. There were parts of it, that no one could seem to explain.

"Well thank you, too. Asshole... What's the whole point of being called a sniper if you can't seem to find anything good to do with your life" whispered Alphonse as he put the 8th cigarette back in his box, looking to the side hoping William didn't notice

"Hey, I heard that and I'm called sniper for more important reasons this is a little bit of my babysitting services on the side since you happen to be the Lil baby in the house so I gotta make sure you don't end up hurting yourself when you play with your toys" returning the fire of remarks back to Alphonse while snatching the 8th cigarette, Al thought he had hidden.

"YO 45 let me give you a challenge we could benefit from..." said 14 with a firm look of determination and a blazing fire in his eyes. William had seen that look a couple of times and he knew that it was something serious.

"You know I always win these challenges, Fam. So what are you thinking?" Replied 45 with a cocky tone in the voice, trying to test the severity of this new game that was about to begin.

"I know you always tell me to work my ways up the ladder in this business, but how am supposed to move forward if you ain't giving me the chance. Let me prove myself, once again. That I am ready to take my place in the higher-ups by giving me something serious for just this time and I promise to not disappoint and you know I'm good for it, so give me a chance... PLEASE. I'm tired of running around just doing pickups, Fam and once I beat you. You won't need to babysit my ass anymore... COME ON Fam, just do me this solid...." Staring William dead in the eyes with the same fire burning brighter than ever.

"Man, Imma always babysit your dumbass, but look I will look for something once I get back to the office and when I find anything I will let you know, but you gotta promise, NOT to let me down homie I am betting a lot and you..." Said 45 as he slowly walked away tossing the cigarette bud away, with another playful smile

Alphonse couldn't hold his excitement in and let out an almost childish smile and giggle. He had finally got his chance and he was going to do everything to make sure he did this right because if there was anything Al was passionate about it was finding new ways to entertain himself. Especially if it meant demonstrating his talents, his many talents that very few have ever seen but the very same talents that had brought endless admiration once revealed. They say that a man's worth is determined once put into life-threatening situations but this wasn't the case for this man, his worth could only be determined when he was bored and once people begin to see it none could ever seem to figure out its limitations, limitations that could nearly declare this man as a deranged sociopath to those who try brand things they can't understand but to those smart of to see it. It was the tremendously insane capacity of destruction that he seemed to manifest, blissfully as almost second nature to him...