North Star Mansion.

[Raven]

The home residence of Daniel Saneidor. Built atop a hill on the outskirts of town. This mass of outer walls and heavily guarded insides just show how much fear goes through even the strongest of men when they screw with both powers. The high walls of the mansion itself bears no windows on the first floor and the windows on the other three stories are little more then slits. Within this fortress Daniel makes his home, here he is safe from the Russians and Rebus whom are both being played like fools. By working with both of them and taking in a good deal of money from both Rebus’ drug trade and the Russian’s Gun smuggling he can afford a very lavish lifestyle which he does so with a passion.

He sat on the large overstuffed chair thinking deeply. His Lieutenants were just outside this lounge room ready incase anything happened. The only other person he trusted to be alone with was the young girl that sat on his lap now. It was strange to him how so many men drooled over women like her… he himself never really under stood their drives… he kept women around not for any biological drives for they were nearly non-existent in him to say the truth. He kept them because like the rest of his collections they were beautiful and thus they were art.

This girl in particular was his favorite no one, he trusted her to such a degree that she was the only person he ever willingly allowed to be alone with him. She was almost always present with him when he was home. He never sent her away during business and certainly he was always at the ready when she needed him. He was the only true and deadly weakness he had. Though anyone who would think it wise to try and exploit it… would only end up in front of an open gate surrounded by fire and brimstone.

He leaned back a unlit cigar in his mouth more or less because she hated the smell of their smoke. He had just dialed the number for his newest member of the Russian gang… he’d approach this as a savior should he become one with the damned. “Tyson… this is one of the Russian heads, I need you to do something for me… come to my humble home on the northern hill, you know North Star Road.. Its on the top… tell the guards that the Lamb sent you. It will solve your little problem with my comrades… and free you from the shackles of their chains if you do what is asked of you.” He said hanging up whether voice mail or in person he called to give a message not to chat.

[Chocolate]

Tyson, as usual was hiding out in a dark alley, trying to stay hidden from the members of his gang. He was fighting the desperate need to figure out how he got this way. Instead he flipped through the short clips in his phone of his daughter, Juliet. He said, leaning his head against the tattered brick wall.

Somewhere out on the sidewalk he heard two little girls, only eight or nine. "Brick wall, waterfall.. girl you think you got it all, but you don't I do, so boom with that attitude. Peace punch caption crunch. I got something you can't touch. Band Bang Choo Choo train. Wind me up, I'll do my thing. Rees-es pieces seven up, mess with me,. I'll mess you up." One of the girls said, probably making gestures to the other. The other replied with this. "I'll gt my dad on you! He'll beat you till your nothing!" So the little girl had a drug dealer for a father, and a slut for a mom Tyson assumed. He knew the type well. They'll probably both be on the knees of the drug lords and thugs in this town.

When his phone started ringing he nearly dropped it. Who would be calling? He flipped it open. "Hello?" He replied softly, barely being heard with the noises of the surrounding city.

"Tyson."

How did this stranger know his name? No-one knew his name. IT was only in his files, everyone else called him Underdog, or Nachos, or Collar boy, or Patches, or Oscar, or whatever they wanted, just not his real name.

"This is one of the Russian heads."

So a guy with a lot of power in the palm of his hands. The guy sure sounded like he controlled the world. Why would a head want him? He was more of the under cover, not seen, disappear into the shadows type guys. The question remained in his mind.

He quietly listened as the guy talked.

"break the shackles of their chains."

How did he know what Tyson wanted? Tyson always kept on the down low. He must have thugs following him or something. They could be watching him right now. Fear crept into the back of his spine. "On it." He replied simply, hanging up as well. Great, a new mission, a new possibility of death, another file to go on record, another day he had to spend away from his daughter.

He sighed, taking out his daughters picture. She had golden curls, and bright green eyes, and a smile that could light the whole world with it's shine. Her name, Juliet.

The teenager slowly put away the picture and hailed a cab.

After a little while he finally arrived to the mansion. Tyson looked the place over, Guards everywhere, big place, multiple floors. Humble abode all right. Tyson laughed at the irony. This guy was living in luxury, while Tyson was forced to break into others to take a shower and get a decent meal.

He walked to the nearest guard that was by the gate. "The lamb sent me." He said, his hands slung in his pockets.

[Raven]

The guard nodded motioning to another guard on the inner side of the wall. The large gate opened clearly well maintained as it didn’t make a noise as it silently slid out of Tyson’s way. “Go ahead in… the door guard will direct you.” He said motioning him in. The path that lead from the gate up to the front of the house was rather long though statuary and gardens were at least a pleasant sight to the large almost prison like walls that made out the perimeter wall and the mansion itself.

Several guards came out to ‘meet’ him and escort him inside the large metal front door. Though the inside was much more elegant. Tapestries, rugs, well made furniture and displays of weaponry of olden ages. They lead him through a labyrinth of corridors and hallways until they brought him to a large ornate door. “Go inside…” Was all they said.

Inside the room was several rather… deadly looking individuals their expressions showed their displeasure at seeing Tyson but opened another ornate door behind them. “Do anything stupid boy… and no one will ever find your corpse…”

Daniel watched Tyson with a smile his ‘mistress; still on his lap. “Well… I speak to you as a savior. A liberator… how would you like to get out of the servitude my fellows have placed you under for good… do one favor for me… and I’ll have you out of their ranks and sights with a snap of my finger.” He said tapping his fingers together. “A idiotic man has been in my hair recently… to the point I can not simply stand it… I need you to kill him… his name is Kenny… one of our sworn enemies… kill him and you are free, and… you might just come across a decent stream of cash as well…” He idly began to twirl his cane on the side that wasn’t occupied by the young girl. “So… do we have a deal… your freedom for some cold blooded gang banger’s life?”

[Chocolate]

Tyson seemed unsurprised, or just uninterested, to the architect of the surrounding house as the guards showed him the way. He slumped his hands in his pockets, slouching lightly. His hair was finally growing back, making him look like a teenager again. Some of it fell in front of his crystal blue eyes. Ice and ink.

Tyson glanced at the mistress that sat on Daniels lap. He raised his eyebrows questioningly and shrugged slightly. She was probably his slut, that's why he kept her so close, or maybe Daniel liked her a lot. Love maybe. Who knows?

The young teenager turned to stare at Daniel as he talked. Kenny... Kenny.. The name was familiar to Tyson. He was Dahlias 'protector'. The gunpoint at the missionary, the death threats and the glares. Tyson wanted so badly to be free, but could he hurt Dahlia to get what he wanted? He wouldn't, he couldn't. A strong overwhelming struggle took Tyson over, taking his breath away. It was like a cold wind went through him, taking away all the happiness he ever felt, leaving him with an empty shell.

How could the world be so heartless?

A sad look of pain invaded his already tired eyes. His daughter? Or his friend? "Yes sir." He replied, his voice losing all emotion. His daughter was his first priority, the others can all go to hell.

Maybe now Kenny would understand how strong Tyson was. He was like an abused puppy. The way he held his head, the way he slouched. The indescribable way that his hair fell from his scalp. The look in his eyes that could make someone cry. Little did everyone know, if you beat a dog so many times, one day it will come and bite you back.

[Raven]

Daniel nodded. “Then you are free to leave… I ask only that you perform this service quickly and efficiently. The longer I wait… the smaller your gain will be. Also… I want you to use this gun… handle it with gloves and only use it when your killing that bastard… this is a necessity…” He chuckled softly, after .handing him a gun wrapped in a handkerchief. how sweet was a well made plan… bullets with Dahlia’s finger prints on them that were lifted from the folder she had hand delivered to them. He would leave her with no where left to run except to him… and when she came he’d get the chip easy enough and… if everything went well he might even let her live… he was feeling merciful today. “Here… this is an advance should you have any expenses for taking care of him.” He said idly throwing a bundle of five hundred dollars in tens. “Small bills so you don’t draw to much attention. Now… please take your leave… I have many things to do… the guards will show you out if you don’t know the way back.”

[Chocolate]

Tyson nodded, taking both the bills and the money. Ironic, just a few minutes ago he was a poor man, chained to the russians and it only takes one promise to change him into a rich man with no boundrys. Why did he feel so empty inside? "As you wish." He mumbled dissapearing from the room, and the mansion.