The blood flows like a river, but what happens when a drought comes?
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He had woken up early, just as he always did, first to rise, last to go to sleep, but he was used to such few hours of sleep per day, though it wasn't healthy for him. He had a small house in a suburban neighborhood, inside of his garage sat a small gun manufacture and his bikes. Beside him was some girl from the club that he had forgotten the name of, April, that's what it was. She was mildly attractive that was for sure, but he didn't care about her, as far as he could remember she played her part pretty well in their tango. It took him a second to get out of his bed, but when he did he was glad, because he felt much, much better after standing up and stretching a bit. Stepping into the nice kitchen he lit a cigarette and began preparing omelets for himself and his lady friend.
His body was sore from the previous night, he had attacked a truck that was coming into the City. It was a difficult run and involved a lot of shooting, but he managed to stop the Royal Flush from getting any sort of munitions for the week. He had a man on the inside, just some lowly worker that made calls, and it allowed him to strike quickly. He felt proud of his men, they were loyal and happy, though he was sure they wished it was back in peace time. If it wasn't for those religious bastards, then perhaps it would still be the Golden Age for them. Though some of the warriors enjoyed the fight. Soon enough he heard the grumble of his lady friend, April, and he heard her walk into the kitchen. She was in his leather jacket with the patch on the back. Kissing the short brunettes head he gave her a nod. It was too early for any of them to speak.
April began pouring them both cups of water, the only thing in the house besides booze. She stole one of his cigarettes, though Xander didn't mind, he rather enjoyed April and she didn't know s**t about his operations, so it was an easy relationship to keep a hold of, not only that she wouldn't be here for long, he would feed her breakfast and then kick her out. He cooked very well and he could tell by the time that she bit into his omelet, he could only smile as she looked at her food in surprise, he must cook a lot better than she expected. Then came the small talk, Xander avoided talks of the previous nights, but instead asked for her further plans in the week. The sun crept through the window and he figured it was about time for her to leave and about time for him to get a shirt on.
“Time for you to leave babe.” Xander told her as he brought her the clothes from the previous night. He didn't kiss her good bye, but rather headed straight for the shower. Paranoia was always a factor so his shower was quick and cold. Quickly he exited the shower and dried himself off, his cell phone was still off, his men knew that he hated to be interrupted in the morning, he was quick to anger, and quick to react, so they didn't bother him. April was gone by the time he was out, so now he could dress in his traditional black worn jeans and white tank top. Then he fell right on his couch, he had an M1911 Black-hawk with an extended magazine and a silencer attached. It was designed specifically by Xander. Turning on his large television he watched the news. It was going to be cold, as to be expected of January.
Xander eventually sighed and turned off the 24 hour news. Standing up he put on a long sleeved shirt and then his coat. Walking into the garage he kicked his beautiful obsidian Harley, customized by his mechanic. Improved Engine, better tires, NoS, etc. He loved this bike more than anything, though it had been replaced and remade tons of times. That's why he preferred taking the Suzuki out on missions, much faster and much quieter, and a glossy Navy Blue that blended into darkness better than black did. However he did not plan on fighting today, unless there was something that his gang needed him to do. Hopping onto his Harley he made his way to the Club House in the center of the City, but he was not prepared for what he was about to see.
As Xander went around the back of the bar and up the stairs he saw 3 of his men, they were supposed to deliver a shipment, injured, badly. This was the worse either gang did to his own, though he was sure the Sonner av Odin killed more men and they had only injured 3, but he knew these men on a personal level. Getting out a pen and paper Xander wrote down onto the paper a request of a ceasefire for now, and to meet him at the Japanese restaurant downtown, hopefully both leaders would agree to this as he sent his men without their patches, so that they couldn't be identified as his own men. Growling in response he packed an Mac-10, silenced, with a side holster. Hopping back onto his Harley he sped to the location of the Japanese restaurant he took some men with Snipers and planted one in the business building across from the location, and gave the orders to not shoot anyone, unless he was already dead.
Sitting down he prepared things for them ordering a light meal. They should be here at any time now. Hopefully they would listen to his terms, he couldn't bear to have to apologize to the families of any of his men. The injuries, grave, worried Xander about his men and his own life. If this ceasefire could happen, then maybe there could be some peace again, and maybe Xander could once again be profiting instead of losing money heavily. If this didn't happen Xander would have to hit the drug rings of the Royal Flush, something he didn't want to get involved in.
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The Beauty of Lust is That it Keeps Giving
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