[With his death, a power vacuum opened. 
However, it was not family that would inherit the gun. 
It was his murderer. With Luciano dead, and the Federation in it's current state - dismantled. He took the engraved pistol, and realized he was the one to lead. No more kings. Just another young soul at the wrong place, at the wrong time. The Two Kings barely accepted him. The Federation couldn't take him in. 
Now it was just him. The future was in his hands.]

Inheritance

[ The memory stays hazy.
Her eyes. Her hair. At the most, this was all he could think of. 
In the current moment of truth, all that raced through his mind was the job that stood before him. ]

Forgettin'

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Finish The Job

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Bloodied

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Show me

[ Amongst the filth, there were two brothers. They called themselves The Two Kings. It was their establishment. For some suss reason, they had all kinds of control over the criminal underground of U-207. 
If you were anything worth a glitzy martini, or a boujee bimbo wife, you worked for them at some point in your career, even if it was a small job like taking out the trash, or cleaning up their messes.

But there was a third. He followed them around like a dog. 
I never knew his purpose. 
All I knew is that the sunglasses never came off, and he was a mute with a mean mug that barked "Fuck off" every time a poor fella chose to converse with him. 

Perhaps he was the third in charge?
Maybe a bodyguard? The muscle? 
Who knows. 
All these questions, but I digress. 
I'm getting distracted.  
My target was right there.
In plane view. ]


- A Night at Two Kings -

Two Kings, Three Guns

[ Despite the brightened neon tenure bleeding from the walls of the Two King's, there was an aura that reeked of both blood and shrapnel. Though it was against the rules to conduct a hit in this gathering of misfits, the underworld I was conceived in knew that to gain further intel and infamy, you had to be willing to break the unspoken commandments the Two King's laid before our kind.
 It did make one an easier target. 
But it brought fear and disorder in an already 'broken' cycle of death. ]


-A Night at Two Kings-

Bloody Bourgeois

[ He spoke in an elegant tone. His suit was fitted and the jewelry keeping his frail body together was chiseled from only the finest mechanics the city had to offer.
 
In his right hand was a pistol. Silenced, and quiet, yet already taking the lives of his last three assailants. 

In his left was a black suitcase. 
A case containing the very crystals the King asked for. ] 


-A Night at Two King's-

Crystal Thief

Akimbo

// Bullets pierced through the hazy smoke that occupied 'The Two King's' - Luciano's men were being slaughtered. With each gunshot ringing, there was a painful moan to follow. In a matter of seconds, blood spilled upon the tiled floor. As a stark silence befell, the once honorable establishment, now reduced to that of a graveyard of treachery, the bodies laid dormant. Six of Luciano's best. Slain in a blink of an eye. The Two King's had a knack for playing dirty. //

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