Potenza

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A loud bang rung through the air, the smell of gun powder lingered. It seemed Mila was right about Arabella shooting and Mila prayed that no one was injured from it. As Hawk went to cuff her, she did not fight, she simply accepted it but did have something to say before it was all said and done. He had commented on her being caught and sent to the slave trade her fault, he obviously didn't know how it happened, because no way in the world was it. "Next time you go to a briefing and end up being locked in and gassed on your first day, I would love to hear how its completely your fault, when you know you should be safe at the headquarters." Mila said with bitterness in her voice. She then addressed the next point. "If I wanted to escape I would have however I let myself get captured for reasons. I am not some simple civilian you know." Mila said with confidence in her voice. If she wanted to escape she would have been out of there the moment she heard the police in the area, instead she chose tho wait for the Special Forces and chose to hand herself over.

As she was being lead away Mila glanced at the surrounding area. She only needed to look at a single place but if she did that then well it would be like giving something away, so instead she looked everywhere a small smirk forming on her lips, a sign to a friend. Her being captured was not going to be the end of it. What Mila started, the rumors wouldn't just be put the rest with her capture. Oh no she had so much more planned, the would would soon start questioning the government, and soon her point would be seen and stopped.

Blaze caught the smile Mila gave him and knew exactly what it meant. Give the hell. Mila had been captured, something that was not in the plan but seemed intentional. She was now however counting on his ability to compromise. The girl was a handful and yet still he felt the need to help her, protect her. He didn't know what it was about this girl but in the short time he allowed her to stay with him she had started chipping away at the stone that surrounded his heart and he owed her at least this much. Although even though he might have been becoming soft hearted did not mean he couldn't still be a menace, and a criminal like he had been not long before. The man she was talking with, they where arresting him as well, that sucked since Blaze was planning on getting his help but it just meant he had someone else to save. It was time to cash in on a few favours.

With the group escorting Mila now out of sight Blaze started his thing. Striking a match he lit his cigarette then dropped the match on the ground lighting a line of carefully laid out trash, something he prepared earlier. With that ignited he walk walked away using the high flames as a wall so no one would see him. He was back and the city needed to know. Although this time he was back for a different cause. Now it was time to track down an old "friend." If Blaze was going to bring hell to this city he would need some help, and he knew where to find it.

Half an hour and a couple bribes later Blaze had found the home of the oh so loved and pleasant guy Nasir. Blaze pounded on the door a couple times. He then started to talk through the door. "Nasir, get your ass out here, I have something I need your help with. It isn't legal but neither is anything you do so what should I care. Get your butt moving." Blaze didn't know Nasir particularly well but knew him enough to know what it might take to get his help. Blaze just hoped he didn't have to use it. He was starting to run low on cash at this point.

 

"It is simple." Blaze began as he cracked his knuckles. "I have a friend that has just been taken in by the special forces. They have some secret agendas that I plan to help her reveal, with her being in captivity it is up to me to first off get the word out, second get her out, and third bring them hell. We are going to torture the government and make them know what the wrath of the underground is like. They think we are bad, they are worse. We are going to take them on. If you want to build your business then you need reputation and guess what, I am giving you a front seat pass to the show and letting you help if you like, if not.... think of all the money you might be losing out on." Blaze explained as he turned away from the door. Blaze needed the help but he made it look like he could care less if Nasir helped. If the man knew that he was desperate he wouldn't put it past those in the underground to pick him for anything they wanted in exchange. Blaze had to watch his mouth, how he worded things, what he let on and what he had to do in order to get peoples attention. Blaze however was good at this, he had been in the business for long enough to know. "I am going to show them hell, if I have to do that by myself so be it." Blaze spoke so Nasir could hear but he didn't bother to look over his shoulder, there was no point. A flick of a lighter, letting it burn in his hand for a moment was a sign that in his time gone he had not lost his touch. Hopefully it would work.