Our first contract p. 2

"Limiter override 9: code sweets"

A surge of power ran through my body and I couldn't help but grin wildly. A kick came flying past my head and I look to see where the just barely dodged attack originated from. It was the same guy I had tried to shoot. He was several times quicker than your average human being.

Using both arms I latch onto his leg and swing my right leg behind me before pushing it forward as fast as possible. It landed cleanly; hitting him right in the family jewels.

His hands that were previously grabbing at me raced to his crotch and he let out a shrill scream as though he was a banshee from an old story.

I didn't have much time as a knife was flying straight towards my head. I ducked and escaped to his right. Punching him in the side with all my might I send him flying. He lands a good fifteen plus feet away and I stand triumphant over the two men.

I turn back to the man still holding his balls and step behind him. I turn my hand to a horizontal position and hit the back of his neck.[1]

"I always wanted to do that." I say

What I didn't say though was that I felt a snap when I hit him.

"Ahem, let's get a move on shall we?" I nervously smiled hoping to get out of there before anyone could realize what had happened.

Pushing open the door revealed a well furnished lounge. At the back there was a desk with an older gentleman sitting behind. In total there were four guards standing in different parts of the room. The old man at the back held a mysterious smile. The kind that unsettling and wouldn't want to see in a back ally.

"Now what can I do for a couple of trouble makers such as yourselves?" He asked

"Just here looking for some work."

"Under normal circumstances I'd hire you right away. However I don't think you are fit to work here."

"Oh no not that kind of work. We were thinking about something that payed a bit more."

"Hm?"

"Ya know. Something more dangerous."

"I don't know what you think this place is but we do nothing dangerous here. Maybe you have the wrong address?"

"Pai, did you bring us to the wrong place?"

"No, this the place."

"May I inquire as to what you're looking for?"

"A gang that goes by the name of 'The Devil's Right Hand' but the look of this place really gives off more of a mafia vibe like you'd see in old movies with all the fancy suits and cars. Not really my style but they always looked cool. Wait, don't tell me you have Tommy guns with drum magazines!?"

His smile turned to a frown for a spilt second before recovering to its original state only a little bit more tense.

"Please, follow me."

He led us down a hallway for a short while to two silver doors. They opened to reveal...an elevator. We all stepped in and he put his finger against the panel. There was a small jolt and we were on the move.

…

We waited several minutes before it finally came to a stop. The door opened and the previously quiet elevator was filled with cheers and screams. In front of us was a large room that spanned several football fields(A.N. American football). It only took about 20 feet before you were met with a slowly descending incline. In the center of the massive space was a steep pit. Dozens of figures could be seen fighting it out within and red stained the concrete walls. The smell was even worse than above ground.

Pai covered the eyes of the children and we continued on our way. It astonished me though, whoever made this place had some serious cash. To my understanding with this amount you could live as a king out here in the slums.

Another couple of minutes later and we reached another metal door. The old man put his hand up against what I assumed was a scanner and the door swings open. The room that is exposed is a large empty office. The old man strides over behind the desk and sits in the chair behind the big desk.

"Haven't heard that name in quite a while. Especially after what happened twenty years ago."

"Hm~? What happened 20 years ago?" Pai asked

"Nothing uncommon. An old gang is met with a new gang. The old gang tried to keep the new one in check. The new gang didn't like that and rebelled."

"Out with old in with the new."

"Exactly. 200 years worth of work wiped out in days. All that remains is this place and whispers among the people."

Note: not a exactly a rewrite but I fixed a lot of stuff.

1: I probably shouldn't have to tell you not to do this but just in case, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.