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///Jerry Red Max\\\
Jerry looked up at the time. Some would say that the day was almost over, but not Jerry. Jerry almost always had plans for the night. Jerry stood by the mirror, sprucing his look up.
Today it was a night out with one of his cohort, and friend, Malon Carmala Sol. For a woman with such a complicated name, her personality was just as complex. A man-eater if ever there was one. Red regarded her with a sort of admiration a peasant would a cosmopolitan. In fact, she was a cosmopolitan, at least, more then Red was. And it did not bother him in the least. In fact, just recently it was she who had suggested Red get a private hybrid. Now that he had one Red was full of questions, like a virgin Red had no idea where to start, so this meeting was a relief to him.And yet the two had plenty of history together, but Red was unsure about their relationship. Red nailed it down the day he met her that she was definitely not the type to go fishing for, unless given the proper signal, which he hadn't. . .yet. Perhaps one day in the future, when she had, had a little bit to much to drink. . .
*BEEP*
Red looked at his computer. It seemed he had received a message of some sort. Most likely from the mercenary. Red quickly clicked open the e-mail, reading it's contents. Red would comb through the details later, as he was hard-pressed for time, but from the basic summary, this "Selfish-Gentlemen" really was selfish. The typical washed out cliche he'd seen hundreds of times before. Two clueless parents have a hybrid child, both end up dead (woah didn't see that comming), and the child develops sociopathic tendencies, goes on a quest for revenge later in life. Except unlike most hybrids, this guy was smart, kept his tracks clean.
"Heh heh, but not for long. . ." Red said to himself, gliding his hand over the prim of his hat. Fowarding the e-mail to Tommy, Red clicked around on his comp again, bringing up a screen of what was going on his Matilda's room. "I knew I should have gotten the sound-recorder in too. . ." Red thought, regretting that he could only see the two girls speaking.
Red pressed an intercom switch inorder to speak directly into the room,
"I'm going out you two, I'll be back to check on you later Matilda. I might as well explain the dinner/breakfast/lunch system I have set up for you, you see we slide a menu in, and you choose the food and slide it back out, food gets delivered we're all happy, oh and I'm sure you'll like the menu I have set up for you, god knows how long it's been since you've had actual food. Until then, don't get any funny ideas. You too Gorilla face." Red let off on the button. Taking one last look in the mirror Red winked at himself. Red left one more message, this time via the phone, this time for Tommy.
"Hey I'm going out with Melons *snicker* I don't know when I'll be back, I'll take some of the black devil's with me. Just watch the club for me, it's going to be a busy night." Red let go of the button and walked out.
"Make sure to keep a close eye on her will'ya?" Red said to the guard. As usual there was a limo waiting for Red, the chauffeur opened the door for Red as he entered. They made the location of the restaurant in no time. The white unmarked van parked across the street and one man sitting atop a building with binoculars one street down told Red the black devil's had already scoped the area. Safety first.
Red entered and was immediately greeted by the store owner, who insisted Red's meal be on the house. Such acts of "kindess" were not uncommon for a man like Red. Extortion was just one of many business the Red Devil's ran. There wasn't one place in the city that wasn't tainted by Red's men.
the owner guided Red to his seat, Red's face devoid of emotion, until he saw Malon. Then the faintest trace of a smile could be seen. The owner kept rambling however, something about how his food was the best quality, and that Red could order anything at no cost, about how they had the best wine and best quality atmosphere. And Frankly, he was beginning to annoy Red.
"If you don't want your head in your ass, then go get us a waiter who doesn't TALK as much as you." Red rattled off at the man. The man quickly agreed, tripping over his words and breaking into a nervous sweat, it was never a good idea to make the Red Dealer angry. The man quickly apologized and waddled away.
Red turned to Malon. This was the woman, the one who had shown Red the ropes on hybrids, but had also been a member of a family the Red Devil's had once regarded as enemies. Red had taken her teachings and boosted both his gang and his club to prominence. She, a member of a once powerful family, and he a boy who had rose up from the dirt and made a youth gang into a force even the Moral Down's did not touch. Red regarded the Moral Down's in the same way one would an old person. Someone who had long passed their use. Whatever his view on the gang, Red's view on Malon was unchanged. Maybe he'd marry her one day, just to make the power of the two gangs even greater. For that was the one thing Red's gang was missing, history, something she and her family definitely had.
_________________  *WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*
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