FROSTY NIGHT OF ALCARTOS

"MARVERN STREET, NEW ORLEANS, U.S.A"

DATE: 27 NOVEMBER, 2031

TIME:11:30 PM

Darc walked down 'marvern street' with his hands in pocket and his face covered in black cloth. As for appearance he was wearing a huge brown over coat and on its top he had brown brimmed hat. The street was quiet and moonlight was blocked by branches of dried row of trees.On his left side was the boundary wall of old museum which extended to as far as eyes can see and on his right were a long queue of row houses. Strange fact was it was 11:30 at night and not a single light was lit from any house except for the light of street lights. Cool breeze blew and not a sign of life was to be seen. Then he saw, from a far,convoy of long black sedan slowly coming towards him from his front. There headlights were beaming like white eyes of monsters. He knew that this was silence before storm. He slid his hand on holster gun strap which was on his thigh and gripped guns handle, but didn't took it out.He just kept his hand on gun which was hidden in his coat. The sedans closed towards him.... as he muttered his final prayers....

They stopped few feet from him, the windshield of vehicle were tinted black and it was impossible to see who was inside. The sedans were old model closely to 1984 or 1993 but they were so polished and there paint was so shiny, it looked more expensive than Mercedes. Everyone in the city knows these sedan means bad news cause these vehicles belong to The 'RASSVET' mafia family. A Russian family, who are reputed business tycoons, but have many dark secrets hidden behind curtain.

The head of the family is an old Russian man named Alexander Robenov. As for Darc right now all these information was being revised in his head, so that he can realize in how big trouble he was. Doors opened of those sedans and 9 men in black suit, armed with Automatic Kalashnikov stepped out. Everyone had grim look on there face. Then after these men had scanned area, they opened the rear door of sedan and then a man of age of 30 or 32 wearing white suit joined them, then turned to Darc and slowly walked towards him. He stopped just meter away from him and smiled, then pulled his hands from pocket and made a gesture for handshake. Darc didn't moved just coldly stared at him. The white suit man was wearing black rimmed Oscar specs, and he had trimmed beard, and his hairstyle was one of those gentlemen. He pulled back his hand into his pockets and scoffed,

"That was really offensive Mr. Darc... to refuse a hand shake from a 'RASSVET' mafia representative"

"I asked you to come alone Jason didn't I? "

"You know how the business is done, we had to take precautions.... ALWAYS", Jason replied.

Darc looked at him with annoyed expression, then said,

" You also know Jason that if I even want to wipe you out, It wouldn't be so hard to put bullet in your Head, With those 9 idiots dead on ground..."

".... but with them there is slight chance I might escape you. Rather than 0% chance when am alone with ya"

"It's always a gamble .... ALWAYS"

"Get to the point Darc, why you called me here, it's not like you just want to have a night chit chat with me", Jason asked, while raising an eyebrow.

" Hmm... They are making move, and this time, your old mans gonna get hurt.... "

" It's just a false alarm, I guess and seriously how do you know about it....."

Darc just smiled beneath the mask.

".... last time i remember ,you were just a babysitter of luna"

"Well... It not always what it looks. But I am just doing a favour to you by passing out this information" , Darc replied.

" Oh that so greatful of ya, cut the chase Darc tell me why are saying all this to me"

"Cause you will be doing something for me in return.... "

Dard pulled out MP-5, in swift move and.... Night started to light up....