Zavier lowered his spear slightly, relief evident on his face.
He'd killed eleven people tonight. Each one had gotten slightly easier than the last, which disturbed him more than the actual killing did.
'Am I becoming like Boss? Is this what happens when you fight enough?'
His watch buzzed with new coordinates.
Edrin: All sections converge on the Iron Barrel pub. Mission complete. Boss is already there.
Zavier felt a mixture of relief and anticipation.
They'd actually done it. Swept the entire Outer Region in one night.
'Boss is going to be so proud of us.'
****
[Outside the Iron Barrel Pub - Two Hours Later]
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the streets wet and reflective under the dim streetlights.
All thirty-one student members of the Mafia converged on the pub from different directions, along with Marco and his sixty-three men.
They'd been fighting for hours. All of them were exhausted, blood-soaked and some were injured… all running on pure adrenaline.
