"Why god Why!?" Collen cried out his face planted into his desk. People all around their office simply ignored the outburst. This was nothing new to them. They were unfortunately quite accustomed to such outbursts coming from Collen's desk. Evelyn seemed to enjoy his torment of enduring paperwork. So she would just pile it on him any time she wished to torture him."Rough day?"Collen lift his head from the desk to find a face peaked around the cubicle. It was quite obvious by the expression the man was trying his best not to laugh. This man was James, Collen's so called desk partner. The only thing that divided them was a small divider splitting their desk down the middle. James was an office clerk, oddly enough despite it being an important job, most people looked down on it, the pair together were considered the undesirables of the office. Although Collen gave it his best effort to get rid of anyone judgmental and overly aggressive, there was no one hundred percent

How did it turn out like this?"Is there anything else we can get you sir?""No thank you I'm fine, could you check on my friend though?" Collen said his voice absolutely relaxed. If there truly was such thing as being on cloud nine, this may very well be it. ' Could it be the bad luck has finally run it's course?'"Are you sure Mr. McDermott? Feel free to ask for anything, whatever it's you want I'll make it happen." Said a man laying a couple feet from him. The general atmosphere was definitely relaxing except for the man speaking to Collen, his voice was extremely tense as he addressed Collen."Anything?" "Anything at all, you name it sir.""Can I have a go with your wife?""Absolutely, you tell me when and I'll arrange it for you." Collen felt his eye begin to twitch."How about your sister? I hear she's pretty can I have a go with her too?""If you wish for it, you can have them both at the same time." Collen'

'Once again here I am.' Collen thought to himself allowing a sigh to escape his lips, the frown on his face becoming more apparent. Each passing moment the  trials of containing his frustration were becoming more and more difficult. He truly didn't want to take part in this nor cause any trouble. But more so he didn't want his friend to be hurt. Is it wrong that he was willing to hurt someone to protect his friend and himself? Not even Collen could ever fully understand if his decisions were right or wrong. In the end you must face the consequences of your decisions. It's between your conscience and god which choices are correct or wrong. 'I don't doubt for a moment I'm not the best person in the world. I've done many bad things in my life. If every man and woman is god's child I'm neither his best nor his worst. Until it's my turn to be judged I will continue the path I believe to be correct. Heaven? Hell? Damned If I know where I'm heading. So I'll live in the here and now.'&

Back to present time. The man laying on a massage table next to Collen was none other than the man formerly known as Blue, now going by Boots. Yuri had come along with Collen, Boots, and Sierra back to the Spa, but the issues of Dimitri's gang being set into motion Yuri went back to his office to see to the redistribution of the territory they would be absorbing, and who to place in charge of what and where. Oddly enough the world of crime was a delicate balance, even within ones own organization. While you would always have power grabs in the corporate world, unpaid employees, or resentment towards ones boss would just end up in a man being fired or going on strike. In the underworld the term being backstabbed was taken to be quite literal. Unhappy, unfed, underpaid employees would generally mean a swift and early end of your life. Or those who were able to maintain power, would become so paranoid over a would be assassination they would just purge their entire crew except

At the hospital. "What's the problem?" Evelyn asked glaring at the doctors who were talking amongst themselves. Some time ago she overheard the group saying he may possibly need surgery after wheeling him into a medical room. But since then no one had entered the room, apart from a nurse that would occasionally glance through the window at the man, and pop in the room for a minute. "Well Ma'am the problem is he has no form of identification, you don't know who he is either, we don't know if he has insurance, we don't know who to bill, we don't even know if he has the funds to pay for any of this. The costs are going to be fairly significant. Even if he does have insurance, chances are he will still have to pay a hefty sum of money." "So what happens now!?" Evelyn demanded. She felt pure rage building up in her heart as she was glaring at the doctor. Although she wasn't saying anything, his mind was screaming this woman was a threat.  "Look lady,