BelenusTheMighty watched as the teenager slid down the wall, eventually finishing at an angle that would have left Pythagoras impressed. The man who had thrown the kid, a rough looking character with a rugged ginger beard and a washed out grey, once white, shirt, hanging loose from tailored trousers, turned to his partner and both started laughing. Thrower was evidently really pleased with himself and the other guy, a fat bowling ball of a man, with a dark suit and shiny shoes, looked like the cat that had gotten the cream. And then eaten a turkey dinner.

"And don't you try any of that shit around here again!" Bowling Ball started yelling at the broken kid, way beyond comprehension, much to the delight of Thrower.

"Yeah, you little punk! This corner's ours, tell your fuckin friends!" Thrower added for needless emphasis.

Belenus stepped forward and politely cleared his throat, distracting the two men from their self-congratulating.

"And what the fuck do you want?" Asked Thrower, ever eager for the opportunity to prove he was a big man.

Belenus smiled at him. "Ugly man remind Belenus of small child. Worse. Ugly man weaker than small child. Maybe even weaker than scrawny loser KennyRusso ThePuny. But probably not."

Thrower looked at Bowling Ball, both men stunned into silence momentarily. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" 

Belenus didn't answer, instead he punched Bowling Ball right in his fat gut, dropping him to his knees. He took a swing from Thrower on forearm, spun and kicked him on the inside of the knee, shattering it with an audible crack. Thrower screamed. Bowling Ball looked up in time to catch Belenus' other foot in the jaw.

"ARGH YOU BROKE MY FUCKING LEG!!" He wailed, desperately clinging to the disaster above his shin. 

"Ugly man scuttle away. This Belenus corner now. Belenus will tell knock knock jokes to passers by and hear praise of his mightiness."

"YOuu...YOU FUCKING..." Thrower fumbled at the knife in his belt, but he was like a fly to Belenus, who lazily stamped on his fingers, doubtlessly breaking bone and causing more expletives to launch from Thrower in the process.

"Ugly man go now, before Belenus break his face" BelenusTheMighty smiled. "Take fat man with you."

After whinging worse than KennyRussoThePuny at his pathetic pickpocketing haul, Thrower eventually dragged both himself and Bowling Ball away from BelenusTheMighty. When they reached the end of the alley there was much gesticulating and cursing, but Belenus ignored it. Eventually the kid woke up and quietly departed without a backwards glance, he wouldn't be slinging his powder around here any more.

With the corner to himself, Belenus mused on the state Bricktown Detriot. 'What a shithole' he thought, looking at the degenerates crossing the streets around him, making a beeline towards the hooker hawking her wares on the opposite corner. 

It didn't take long for word of BelenusTheMighty's domination of the local mook's to reach the bosses back home, and before long, people wanted a favour from him. The phone box next to Belenus' position rattled.

"What do you want from Belenus?" He asked into the receiver.

"Mr Mighty, Sir. I need a favour!" Came a weak voice on the other end of the line. It was some clown working for Danielli_Rimhea. He'd managed to get himself pinched and was currently holed up in the Detriot slammer. He wanted Belenus to bust him out.

"Belenus not help weaklings like Danielli_Rimhea, who cannot handle time like man. He is fragile mind. Belenus ashamed for his family." He told the caller, before promptly hanging up. 

Men must earn the respect of BelenusTheMighty. 

Belenus was standing in his customary position on the corner of two dingy streets in the heart of Detroit's business district, looking mighty. He frowned as he heard footsteps approaching rather rapidly from behind him. He wasn't concerned, he was strong enough to make Atlas jealous, just more annoyed that someone would seek to use his streets without permission. 

"Well, well fucking well. You're new"  The owner of the footsteps announced to Belenus' enormous back as he hadn't bother to turn around.  

"You know who I am, kid?" The man prompted after an uncomfortable few seconds of being totally disregarded. 

Belenus sighed and glanced over to the newcomer. The man was probably in his late 40s, early 50s, with dark hair that hung loosely to his shoulders. A scratchy beard was drawn all over his face and neck and aside from a fat nose which looked like it had been squashed under more than one fist, his features were entirely unremarkable.

"Small man. Remind Belenus of weasel."

The man snorted. "A fucking weasel? You cheeky little shite. I'm Joe Melizzano." He waited for an acknowledgement that Belenus didn't provide him. "This is my town..." He added reaching into his jacket and flashing Belenus a shiny FBN badge. 

"Small man mistaken. This Belenus corner of domination. Small man can have shit covered one" Belenus said pointing to the opposite corner.

Melizanno snorted. "The only way your big ass doesn't get busted in this town if by working with me, punk. You think I'm gonna let you ponce around here without getting my cut?"

Belenus frowned at Melizanno and laid a big meaty fist on the man's shoulder. It nearly buckled his knees. "Small man run back to desk."

Recovering from the close proximity of Belenus, Melizzano shrugged the paw off and started jabbing him in the chest. "Listen meat head, I'll let you sling 8 units from here, if you give me my take. You pay me and you won't see a cop on this block. You don't and I'll have them running a train on your stupid ass before lunch." 

Belenus frown deepened. He could crush this Melizzano like an elephant atop an ant, or an elderly pensioner with a frail swat of a handbag to KennyRussoThePuny, but he knew a connection to the cops could be useful. He didn't have any of those contacts yet, he was just a god made flesh with balls like boulders and a dong down to his knees.

"Small man go now." Belenus said with a nod towards the end of the street "Send peon to Belenus corner for money in future"

Melizzano smiled. It reminded Belenus of a rat who had eaten too much cheese. "There's a smart lad. Every Tuesday." He said wagging his podgy finger at Belenus.

"Tuesday" Belenus agreed, with another nod that indicated he was done talking. 

Melizanno began to whistle as he sauntered away, another fine day's work at the Bureau. 

Nobody came to Belenus' corner, so he spent the day playing dice. He wondered if he should go to the streets and tell everyone he was a cop and see how long it took people to notice. As Sherlock had been doing it for ages, he guessed probably a long ass time, so decided against it.

As it turns out, Belenus was also mighty at dice. He won lots of money and bought himself a new hat. It was yellow, like KennyRussoThePuny's belly.

Belenus frowned as the dice came up short and he saw his last few bucks taken by the House.

"That was really unlucky." Sneered the familiar nasally voice of Joe Melizzano without a hint of sincerity. 

"You." Belenus said, leveling the FBN officer with his fiercest glare. Melizzano had the good grace to blanch a little.

"Listen, because you had a bad run maybe I'll loosen the purse strings a little" Melizzano stroked his chin with the exaggerated sincerity of a Greek statue "how about I let you push 9 units now? That help?"

Belenus did not relent his stare. After an uncomfortable 10 seconds, he slowly pushed his seat back away from the Dice table. "9." He said in Melizzano's direction before heading towards the door. Melizzano followed him.

"9 it is then my man, 9 it is. Just remember to set your extra change aside for me....rather than these cocksuckers" He added, sliding his eyes to the Dice table.

Belenus made a grunt that could have been acquiescence or a warning, before pushing through the casino doors. It would be a long walk back to his corner to mull over what had been lost. He felt like punching someone. He thought of KennyRussoThePuny's skeletal body and imagined the unaccountable torment a single punch from Belenus mighty fist would do to that scrawny little dope. It would be like a lion fighting a particularly nerdy ant.

The image brought him his first smile of the day. 

Belenus clenched his fist but said nothing.

"You should be happy with your lot, I've given you scope to do something pretty big here" Melizzano said with a self-congratulatory smirk "Not every mammoth looking motherfucker is allowed to push as much product as you"

Belenus felt his nails digging into his palm as he fought for calm. Melizzano carried on, either oblivious or uncaring. "I mean, if it wasn't for me I'm sure these Detroit outfits would be all over you for dealing on one of their corners." 

"Belenus corner." Belenus snarled back, patience frayed beyond the point of no return.

Melizzano put his hands up, all conciliatory "Of course, of course, I'm just sayin-"

"Belenus don't care what you say. Drug man all talk. Do this. Do that" Belenus spat on Melizzano's shoes "Belenus sick of talk."

Joe Melizzano was a lot of things, almost none of them good, but he definitely wasn't a coward and when he looked down and saw the glob on his loafers, he took a good hard swing at Belenus and cracked him across the face.

"You dirty fuckin' mutt. Do you know how much these cost?" 

Joe Melizzano yelled, arm wound back for another strike, but Belenus had been crushing pipsqueaks like this since he was a child. He had let the first blow land, the second he shrugged off with his shoulder. Before a third blow could announce itself, he lifted the FBN officer by the throat and hurled him bodily several feet away. He landed in an undignified heap, gasping for breath.

"Belenus bought" He said, pointing at the now scuffed shoes hanging loosely from Melizzano's feet. "Now, drug man go. Belenus keep paying if drug man shut mouth. Otherwise..." 

He left the threat unsaid, but Melizzano caught his drift all the same. He slowly climbed to his feet and brushed himself down. Once he had confirmed all his belongings were secured and straightened his tie, he fixed Belenus with a hard stare.

"Alright, fucking cocksucker. You pay me my fucking money and I'll keep the cops looking the other way, but you're on your own with the Detroit crews now." He flexed his jacket a couple of times to get the kinks out. "Don't say I didn't warn ya."

Belenus snorted. "Weak Detroit losers do not scare Belenus. They are like chicken, cluck cluck. Pah!" He spat again, this time finding an ugly piece of brickwork rather than Joe's shoes. "This Belenus corner and Belenus eat chickens."

Melizzano allowed himself a nasty little smile "I hope they clip your stupid fucking ass, talking all big time like this"

"Belenus crush weaklings. Ask KennyRussoThePuny." He paused and then shrugged  "If drug man can find him anyway, and he not still shitting his pants like frightened baby, terrified of Belenus."

She wandered into the place, wondering what kind of business it was.  There was a very vague sign, not much to go on.  Curious as always, she just walked right in.  There wasn't really much around, some people in a corner arguing.  This Belenus  guy didn't seem too friendly, he definitely needed some happy pills.  She continued to look around, still not seeing anything of interest or figuring out where she was.  What in the world was this place?  Wasn't there at least a bar or something to get a drink?  Finding nothing, she decides to leave and find somewhere with some entertainment.