"Sitting down on the asphalt in the space between a pair of large warehouses, I found myself relaxing slightly. There is a puddle of water that is turning a strange mix of colors from the blood of several thugs, who had the bright idea to try and jump me as I walked home after my latest job. A short fight and a few bullets later put an end to their pathetic attempt. As I continued to sit, dragging my gun through the dirt, the blood tinged water, drawing random designs, I found myself starting to relax even more when suddenly a noise to the right of me caught my attention and before I even realized it, I was standing, gun cocked in the direction of the sound, ready to pull the trigger, ready to drop more of those damn thugs, when suddenly the source of the sound made itself known. To my surprise and relief it was only a stray cat jumping out of a nearby dumpster! I let out a small chuckle, flipped the safety on my gun and put it back in the waistband of my trousers, its weight a comfort against the middle of my back and watched as the cat finally acknowledged my presence with a hiss before it ran off. I decided I would do the same and head home like I had originally planned before getting stopped.

I hadn't made it very far when I found myself taking a detour that had me picking up a delivery of coke from one my CAs who had managed to score a couple extra units for me to sell, I wasn't going to complain, it would bring in a nice amount extra cash once I found the right buyer and it was only a matter of time. With that out of the way I finally made it home. Once I arrived, I noticed some now familar faces hanging around the alleyway across the road, it was some of the street kids that mistook me for Sw1tch not long after my arrival in Brooklyn. Once I explained who I was and what had happened to Sw1tch, they wanted to stick around and help me, something I accepted because I could use all the help and extra sets of eyes and above all, Sw1tch trusted them, so that was good enough for me. They would do things for me when I didn't have the time. Package deliveries/pick ups, information gathering, whatever what was needed. I would pay them, make sure they were okay. I had a soft spot for the street kids for several reasons, the main one being that I used to be one of them, hell maybe I still was. I watched as the kids spotted a couple walk past the alleyway and suddenly headed after them, I knew what was going to happen, but the couple oblivious to what was about to happen. I shook my head shook and finally made my way inside. The shutting of the front door and locking it had it echoing throughout the apartment. I made my way to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, I turned on the lamp beside the bed as I removed my suit jacket, tie, shoes, not caring where any of them landed and unholstered my gun, which I placed under my pillow. I let out a sigh and turned the lamp off before falling back onto my bed praying for sleep but after an hour of laying, staring at the ceiling, and despite how tired my body felt, I knew I wouldn't be finding sleep anytime soon, my brain just wouldn't allow it. 

So with a sigh, I accepted my fate, swung my legs out of bed, one foot hitting my shoes and pushed myself up and headed towards the bathroom to splash some water on my face and maybe attempt to make something of the longish wavy curls that I called hair. Once in the bathroom I flicked the light on, nearly blinding myself as I made my way to the sink. I splashed some water on my face and looked in the mirror, I definitely had seen better days but now was not the time to worry about it. I turned the tap and light off and made my way back to my bedroom where I picked up my clothes and shoes, redressed, grabbed my keys, gun and headed back out on to The Streets.

What was I going to do? Who was I going to find?"