She had had a good day. She had been busy picking up the “protection money” from the local businesses on the strip. She had managed to knock over a couple of post offices and had run with some other members of the local crews and had brought in a pretty penny. She was excited to bring her earnings to Kharon. He would be pleased with her head for business.

As she rounded the corner of the street, heading  to the headquarters, she smelled smoke.  “Damn bums, burning trash in the alley to keep the chilly Nevada night air at bay.” She thought to herself. She was deep in thought as she approached, so she didn’t notice the police tape at first. She pushed the door, and was stopped by an officer. “Miss, you can’t enter, this is a crime scene.” She didn’t understand.. a crime scene? “What the hell is going on? This is my home!! Where is Kharon, he will explain to you!!” She shouted at the officer. She pushed her way past him and entered the headquarters. That’s when she saw JacobTheFirst. He was laying in a pool of red. His eyes open, but, not seeing. She felt weak, she had to find Kharon. As she made her way to Kharon’s office, she found Visionary laying just outside the door. He had never seen it coming. He had been shot in the back of the head. She gingerly stepped over this body, and made her way into her Godfather’s office, and then she saw him. He was sitting in his fine Italian leather chair. His head leaned back, and a trickle of blood running down his temple. She stifled a sob. He had taught her to be strong in any situation. Her mind screamed at her.. she had no idea what to do.  She took a deep breath, and went into her room and gathered all the cash she had stashed there, and the P9 that Kharon had given her.

She packed a bag with the clothes she would need and she headed out of the headquarters. She didn’t look back. Her life there was over. Kharon and Jacob had given her the tools that she would need to survive, and she intended to use them.  As she started up the strip, she passed a hotel named the mirage, and saw a man sitting outside. He must have noticed the suitcase she was carrying, because he approached her. “Excuse me miss, my name is Chucky . Do you need a place to stay?”

She looked at the well dressed man, and nodded. “Come on in, I have a room for you. You stayed with Godfather Kharon, right? I’ve seen you around, I think you have even done some jobs for me. Godfather Kharon was a wise man, and I was sorry to hear about his death.”

She followed Chucky to her new room, and thanked him for his kindness. She sat down on the bed after he left and she cried. She sobbed until the tears just wouldn’t flow any more.  She didn’t understand why the killers spared her, perhaps it was because she was just a young girl. She guessed that it just really didn’t matter at this point. Tomorrow was a new day, and the start of the rest of her life.  She curled up on the bed, and allowed her mind to wander, until sheer exhaustion took over and she faded into sleep.