'This is going to be a long ride, and an even longer day.' Alison thought to herself as she looked at the man sitting beside her on the private plane transporting them to New York. Anthony_Topo had been nothing but trouble when they first met, starting fights and even calling her a whore indirectly. Needless to say, she wasn't thrilled she had to do this job with a guy like him, but hey, boss' orders. They had to take care of a situation down at the docks, with a gang of blacks threatening their boss's friend, so here they were, on a fast flight to the Big Apple.

Not speaking for the whole duration of the ride, Alison was relieved to finally arrive in New York, which was gloomier than ever. Getting a weird feeling in her stomach, a nervous feeling, she shrugged it off and decided it was just the bad weather making her feel off.

Getting into the car transporting them to the docks, Alison turned to Anthony. "Alright, we're near. I only have one request, Anthony, please don't do anything stupid. Keep your cool, don't start fistfights with anyone, they could be dangerous." She said, a serious look on her face. "And I know we're not each other's biggest fans, but we're in this together. We have to work as a team, got it?"

As they neared the docks, she saw smoke rising from the compound. "Shit. Something doesn't feel right." Alison muttered before asking their driver to step on the gas.

Awkward. That is what i would say about this flight. That woman, Allen. She keeps on pouting the whole flight. I don't even know what have I done to make her be like that. Well, I don't care either. Today, I just need to cleanse some niggers out of some docks Anton's friend owned. However, Anton doesn't make my job easy. This girl is coming with me. Oh hell, did he want me to be some sort of Romeo here? Stupid Anton. I wouldn't even reach her as a friend.

12 hours is a long flight and with a woman pouting besides me, this day can never be longer. I didn't even look at her the entire flight. Hell knows she might throw me out of the plane. You know what they say, women are all crazy. Now, we've reached the dock Anton's was talking about. However before I could even see the dock, that Allen girl told me to behave. What is she? My mom or something? These days, I would knock off the front teeth of those who said that kind of antics to me. Nevertheless, I could only nod uninterestedly to her.

Moments later, I see such a terror in her eyes. I assume she saw someone was raping someone, but then when I see what she saw, I jump out of my skin. The dock is is in a devastating shape. Many shipments are broken down, the ships are all destructed. I can see some of the workers are beaten up.

"Stay here" I ordered her.

I run to the nearest worker available. He was half-dead when I found him. Bruises and blood are tattoed to his entire body. He couldn't even speak clearly whe  I asked him around.

"Those niggers" I sneer.

I walked out of the docks and start searching for those niggers. That Allen girl came up to me, asking for what happened. I told her nothing but to order her to stay put.

"Go to the nearest hotel, stay there" 

"No." Alison said firmly. "To hell with your orders, I'm staying and fighting if I have to. Like I said, in this together. Might sound cheesy but it's true." She said with a roll of her eyes.

She tried talking to some of the workers but all of them were too badly beaten to speak and tell her what happened. The smoke and the fresh prints all over the place suggests that they were only a few minutes or an hour at max too late. 'Anton's going to kill us', she thought to herself. Pacing, she tried to figure out what the hell happened here and where the hell the dock owner was.

Not too long later she noticed Anthony searching the compound, muttering something about "niggers". Carefully, Alison approached him and tried to calm him down.

"Let's not jump to conclusions," Alison started. "Let's get our facts straight first before bringing out our guns. For all we know, it could've been someone else completely." She told him.

         I clenched my teeth and my fist, trying to control myself from hitting her. She is so stubborn, she starts talking to the men down there, defying my order. I distratcted myself from her and start fixing my gun. I put the bullet one by one to the revolver's holes. The Allen girl, she caught a glimpse of this and approaches me. She tried to make put some sense on me, but I am too busy thinking about how to find those niggers. I didn't hear what she said. 

        "Do whatever you want" I said to her. I then rushed to the car we are coming here and told the driver to scout the area. I can hear the woman shouting but I am too busy to hear her complaints.

        12 PM. 

      It has been 6 hours, and I have some idea of where those niggers are. I worked the driver so hard that he hasn't stop hitting the pedal up until now. We are now in front of the "Starlight" bar. From what I have been seeing, there are a lot of niggers coming in and out of this place. Maybe it is their base, or maybe it is not. I don't care, they weigh the same. I scout the area for some time. There seems to be a back alley which is lightly guarded. I crashed into the place, the 3 niggers guarding it quickly seize me.

      "Yo, 'fuck you doing?" They ask me.

      "You have any crack on you? You know who own 'dis place!? Get lost!"

      I nod to them as I leave the place. I walk out of the back alley as they laugh at me. Moments later, I come back running to the place, this time, I am bringing a  big trash can. I run towards them and throw it as hard as I can. The trash can tackles them all, making them covered on shit and dirts. I jump to them as I hit them with all I got. They fight back and quickly turn the side against me as they are bigger than me. They hit in the face, in the body, oh they hit me all over. I tried to get out from their mugging and I succeded. The moment I get out I run to the street. They followed me with all their might. However, little did they know, when they reach the end of the back alley, my driver hits them with the car. They are literally thrown away a few feet.

     "Good job" I pat the driver who is drenched with nervous sweat.

     "Now help me arson the place out" I motion him to take some alcohol bottles on the car's trunk.

We did it, in a few minutes, we set ablaze the bar. I can hear them screaming like pigs. There are not many people on the bar, but I think this can convey the meaning. I get inside the car and went back to the dock.

Upon returning I can see the worried face of Allen. She grabs my hands so tightly it almost come off. Upon seeing better, I can see her face full of rage and contempt.

       "What did I do now?" I asked.

         I clenched my teeth and my fist, trying to control myself from hitting her. She is so stubborn, she starts talking to the men down there, defying my order. I distratcted myself from her and start fixing my gun. I put the bullet one by one to the revolver's holes. The Allen girl, she caught a glimpse of this and approaches me. She tried to make put some sense on me, but I am too busy thinking about how to find those niggers. I didn't hear what she said. 

        "Do whatever you want" I said to her. I then rushed to the car we are coming here and told the driver to scout the area. I can hear the woman shouting but I am too busy to hear her complaints.

        12 PM. 

      It has been 6 hours, and I have some idea of where those niggers are. I worked the driver so hard that he hasn't stop hitting the pedal up until now. We are now in front of the "Starlight" bar. From what I have been seeing, there are a lot of niggers coming in and out of this place. Maybe it is their base, or maybe it is not. I don't care, they weigh the same. I scout the area for some time. There seems to be a back alley which is lightly guarded. I crashed into the place, the 3 niggers guarding it quickly seize me.

      "Yo, 'fuck you doing?" They ask me.

      "You have any crack on you? You know who own 'dis place!? Get lost!"

      I nod to them as I leave the place. I walk out of the back alley as they laugh at me. Moments later, I come back running to the place, this time, I am bringing a  big trash can. I run towards them and throw it as hard as I can. The trash can tackles them all, making them covered on shit and dirts. I jump to them as I hit them with all I got. They fight back and quickly turn the side against me as they are bigger than me. They hit in the face, in the body, oh they hit me all over. I tried to get out from their mugging and I succeded. The moment I get out I run to the street. They followed me with all their might. However, little did they know, when they reach the end of the back alley, my driver hits them with the car. They are literally thrown away a few feet.

     "Good job" I pat the driver who is drenched with nervous sweat.

     "Now help me arson the place out" I motion him to take some alcohol bottles on the car's trunk.

We did it, in a few minutes, we set ablaze the bar. I can hear them screaming like pigs. There are not many people on the bar, but I think this can convey the meaning. I get inside the car and went back to the dock.

Upon returning I can see the worried face of Allen. She grabs my hands so tightly it almost come off. Upon seeing better, I can see her face full of rage and contempt.

       "What did I do now?" I asked.

Everything happened so fast.

One minute, they were just parked outside this bar, the next, Anthony sprinted inside with what seemed to be a trash can, only to come out getting the living shit beaten out of him and ten or more black men running after him. Alison screamed to their driver to run the men beating her fellow associate over, despite her doubt about his suspicion that they were the one who wreaked havoc in the docks. Soon after, they were torching the place, with Alison sitting in the car, watching in horror. Her screams didn't work, it was like Anthony didn't even hear her.

And now, Alison was watching the bar go up in flames as they drove away from the scene. She faced Anthony and slapped him-- hard. "Didn't I tell you not to do anything stupid?" She screamed, voice high and loud.

Sure, she was a fan of the occasional threat to her enemies, but she hated seeing people-- innocent people-- get butchered like animals. "There were innocents in there, Anthony. And while you were getting your ass kicked inside there, I talked to one of the guys who came out of the bar, asking what the celebration in there was all about." She explained to him, trying to regain her calm.

"The guy said it was because they recently closed a big deal. At the docks. With the man we're supposed to protect. They cut a deal with him which advantages both of them, they were colleagues, which means you went after the wrong people." She said quietly, allowing him to realize what he's done. "They didn't do anything to the docks, Anthony. They mentioned a few micks wanting in on the business but the old man denying them, so it's probably them and not the men you-- I mean, we-- just murdered."

She looked out the window and saw that they were nearing the docks again. Alison couldn't even look at him. "With what you've done... they'll want payback. We'll be lucky to get out of this damn city alive." She said with a sigh, before arriving at the docks, getting out of the car and noticing something different.

"Anthony... were those vans there a while ago?" She asked, hands shaking in fear. They're here.

       "That's bullshit!!" I raised my voice to her. I tried so hard to stop myself from strangling her.

       "You are talking nonsense!! They are the one who are responsible to the dock!! You are imagining things!!"

        I am panicking, my hands cannot stop shaking. All those people there, burnt dead. I am trying to pick the sense she is trying to put into me. She might be right. Fuck.  Now, I see the dock is full of men with vans. There are maybe 30 of them. That Allen girl grabs my hand. I feel her hand cold. She then slowly tries to reach her gun on her thigh.

         "No. Something is different" I said while keeping her hands off from the gun.

         "They are micks!" I grin from ear to ear.

       That Allen girl is confused at first, but after that she realized the situation. I took her hands to my mouth, gently kiss it and say :

        "You know what to do.. Tell the cops to bring the biggest force they have"

     The car then took off as I get out of there. The micks there, quickly turn their head towards me. They get their guns ready. I run as fast as I can towards them, as wobbly as I could, screaming :

    "I did it brother!!! I did it!!! Those blacks are roasted like pigs!!"

    There seems to be a confusion at first, but they quickly flock me and give me all sort of alcohols.They merrily sing songs to me as if I am a hero. Then, the biggest one of them approaches me. I feel tension from him, but then he hugs me like a bear.

   "What he did today is heroic!" That guy said.

    "Now, the remaining of them will be coming here, asking for all sort of explanation"

    "And we won't give 'em any, we will route 'em instead!!"

       They all cheer after the speech. Not long after, the blacks are convoying on 2 cars towards the dock. Immeadietly, the micks receive them with all sort of whacking. There is a full scale war on the area, i am a part of it. Blood and guns are synchronizing, screams and cries molded into the night. Moments later we hear cops sirens. The sound is so noisy I think the whole national defense is here. We all are getting beaten up by the cops. I grin as 4 cops smack the hell outta me. I know I have savemy ass.

Biting her lip as she watched the commotion happen, Alison turned to a policeman and handed him a handful of bills. "You know what to do. Keep this out of the press. Get the situation pacified, then lock 'em up." She said quickly and quietly, watching the corrupt cop nod before pocketing the money.

By now, there were unconscious bodies everywhere-- blacks, micks, they were littered all over the place from all the fighting. The chaos was dying down but the way the docks were ravaged, their job was far from over.

She walked over to Anthony, who was getting subdued by four cops. She could see that he had nasty bruises and cuts from the beating he endured, with her brow furrowed in both concern and anger. "You're an idiot, I could've fought with you. The next time we do a job together and you send me away again, I'll kick your ass myself. Don't think I can't." She said as she called over a medic to tend to his wounds.

She looked over the docks and was seemingly looking for something, or someone. The dock owner, Mr. Harrod. It didn't help that she had no idea what the guy looked like, all she knew was that he was an old kooky Brit.

Turning to Anthony again, she decided to ask him if he saw Harrod while she was off calling the cops, maybe he knew something. "Anyway, have you see Mr. Harrod? We need to make sure he's okay in the middle of all this..." She trailed off.

    "I know you can, Ali. I just don't like the idea of you getting hurt" I weakly said.

 She quickly turns her head and strolls the area, I think she didn' t hear it. Well, thanks god. After some time she spent strolling the area, She approaches me, asking about Mr. Harrod. Oh yea, I forgot about Mr. Harrod. I have no idea where he is.  These things happen so fast, I careless about that Harrod guy. He might have been died. 

    "I have no idea. Just rest out today, I will search for him"

    "I know you can, Ali. I just don't like the idea of you getting hurt" I weakly said.

 She quickly turns her head and strolls the area, I think she didn' t hear it. Well, thanks god. After some time she spent strolling the area, She approaches me, asking about Mr. Harrod. Oh yea, I forgot about Mr. Harrod. I have no idea where he is.  These things happen so fast, I careless about that Harrod guy. He might have been died. 

    "I have no idea. Just rest out today, I will search for him"

"He can't die!" Alison said, panicking. "You know how much he means to Anton. Let's go look for him."

Alison ran off before he could protest, peeking in the corners and crooks of the docks. She started looking inside the small shacks near it, figuring one of them might be Harrod's office, and was about to give up when she heard moans coming from one room.

Following the trail, Alison was surprised to find an old bloke doubled over in pain. "Mr. Harrod?" She asked as she ran towards him, assessing his wounds. He had been shot in the chest badly, and was losing a lot of blood. The man nodded at the sound of his name, and Alison introduced herself and Anthony.

"I'm Alison, this is Anthony, we work for Anton Giovanni and he sent us down here. What happened?" She asked as she tried putting pressure on the wounds to stop the bleeding. She asked Anthony to scream for help outside as she tried to keep him awake.

He could barely speak and blood was bubbling out of his mouth, but he managed to get out a few words. "Fucking blacks. Came in. Saying I. Betrayed our deal." He choked out before coughing. "I did... no such thing." Harrod said weakly, as his eyes rolled back inside his head.

Alison started shouting and slapping him right as the medics came in and took him away from her. "Nope, you can't die on me! Mr. Harrod!" She turned to Anthony, eyes in panic, completely blank as to what to do next.