3 Night as day.

Sizzle is a night club in an area neutral to both gang's. It's under the influence of a third gang called Crimson Kings but they're a fairly weak gang with not much influence so Sizzle is pretty much independent from any gang, this has made it a place of gathering for all sorts of types who'd like to deal away from oversight, but that's only in so far as it doesn't pour over to our side, the second it pours over it's all done. I always thought if drugs were ever gonna leak over to this side it'll be through Sizzle.

After half an hour drive we arrived at Sizzle. The surrounding area of Sizzle was a mess, run down houses everywhere, many unfinished buildings and rubble, yet in the middle of that mess it stood out like a sore thumb. Its front radiated blue from all around, the name was in neon blue with yellow edges and the club front was all painted in a mix of blue and yellow, the inside as well had blue lighting everywhere. Clubs often use blue lighting to make it difficult for addicts to find veins to pop drugs into, but thinking about it, it also works to hide whatever blue stuff you'd wanna deal into.

you could hear the music inside oozing out of the entrance as you stood in front of it. Guarding the entrance stood two muslcey body guards. However their muscles were fake, you could see it as clear as day, it's just pumped up protein, nothing more.

We approached the entrance expecting the bodyguards to stop us but they took one look at me, froze for a second then immediately went to open the door. I guess they did remember our previous encounter and didn't want to upset Dal again. Guess they do have some real brains to go along with the fake muscles.

As we went into the club you could immediately feel the air switching. In contrast to the outside slightly chilly breeze, inside you could feel damp heat washing over your body, along with a sudden attack of loud music. Maybe I'm too old but I never liked night clubs, I'd rather just spend the night in some remote area bathing in the chilly night breeze eating some sandwiches with friends.

Our plan of attack was simple. Very simple in fact, so simple it was impossible to fail.

The weak links in any drug business is the supply chain, you're only as strong as your weakest link.

As soon as I entered the club all eyes shifted towards me, nobody dared to stare, they each caught a quick glimpse and pretended to go back to dancing. It was well known that this place is home to some unsavory business, and I'm sure each and every one of them heard about the new drug one way or another. Word travels fast whenever there's alcohol around. And what's most important, each and every one here knows who I am, and they know why I came here. The pressure alone was enough to crack anyone who dealt in it. Christen and Dal covered both exits of the club while I all I had to do was just sit for a while in this blue hell, maybe also walk around a bit.

In every olive pot there's a cockroach. In every rice harvest there's a worm. This place's worm was a man called G. He was a smug guy who owned this club and some other establishments all around Ikebukuro. His joints were always shady and always in neutral areas, needless to say he had a pretty foul reputation between gangs. And right now that bag of malice was walking towards me. An abnormally tall, pale skinned man with a long face and a foreigner's accent. That's the one reason I didn't want to come to this place, talking to this guy always makes my stomach turn.

"How nice to see you again, Racer. How are the precious flowers doing." He asked with a rotten smile as he sat in front of me.

"It's Flow-ers not flowers I'll fucking kill you if you bastard." I replied with a monotonic tone. He irked me so much I couldn't even be angry.

"That may be so, but they do definitely bloom like flowers, their peak body condition, their elegant organized yet messy formations. It is definitely akin to the beauty of a flower."

"....What do you want?"

"Oh. Do I need to want anything? Can't I just chat a bit with an old friend."

"I'm neither old nor friend you asshole."

"Oh that's so mean Racer." He laughed

His head was shaped like a watermelon. I wanted to smash it.

"I'm leaving." I said as I got up from my seat.

"Oh c'mon, let's have a little chat. We may never get another chance to be able to sit quietly and chat anymore."

"Huh?"

"Oh we may not. I can feel it Flower Boss. The waves crashing, all in utter randomness, yet crashing through the randomness, emerges a peak, a peak so large it's about to wash all over us as if we were ants, no even less than ants. The tides then may be too strong for us to just sit down and chat my friend."

"G you bastard. Do you know something?"

"Oh I know a lot of things, ask whatever you wish and your humble servant shall abide." He replied with his usual smooth demeanor. It disgusted me so much.

"Never mind, this is getting nowhere. We'll definitely be meeting again though, but as you say, it may not be just idle chatter." I smirked.

He smiled and bowed a small bow as I left and started walking around the club. My day had now been ruined.

I started slicing through the music intermingled with vibrating body masses, it was not a pleasant experience, but you don't get to be a leader without some concessions.

After walking around for a few minutes I went out through the back door where Christen and Dal were waiting. Christen had 3 guys pinned to the wall while Dal was standing guard waiting for my arrival.

"Hey boss, look at this hehe...it's a bountiful net we've laid. Should we grill them? Over some fire maybe? Or maybe with some sauce? BBQ? Soy? Teriyaki? Ranch? Prego? Oyster? All of them sound delicious hehehe." Christen whispered loudly as the three men almost pissed their pants in fear. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to bring Christen along.

"Well well just calm down would you? Man you're always so intense, you need to chill a bit." I said.

"Chill?"

"Yeah like...nevermind...anyways bring them over to the car."

"Yes boss." He said ecstatically. Christen then grabbed two guys by one hand through their necks and the other by his hand, he had very long fingers that could easily wrap around your neck. It was creepy but you get used to it with time. They certainly weren't though judging by how pale their face looked.

As we reached the car one problem became very apparent.

"Boss, we can't fit all 3 in the car." Dal said. It's true, with Christen driving, me riding shotgun and Dal in the back; there was only two places left.

"Ok, rock paper scissor it."

"Yes boss." Dal replied. The 3 boys didn't know what we meant but one of them very soon found out the hard way.

Dal had the 3 of them play rock paper scissor and the loser well...he didn't have the most pleasant ride.

As such Christen and Dal got in the car and forced in the other two, but not before tying the third to the roof of the car. Then we were ready to roll.

The screams of the guy on top as Christen drove the car like he was being chased by the devil were annoying. But I'm not an unreasonable man, so I just shut down the windows so the screams are less audible then turned around to the two boys at the back. They looked the same way the old man and the shop owner described. Their faces were pale (though even paler than usual thanks to the Christen special course), they had dark spots under their eyes and they were overall very weak. But most importantly the veins in their eye had a blue-ish die to it. I was fairly confident I had struck gold. As such we had a quiet drive back to our warehouse letting them marinate in their own fear. But truth to be told, I don't bear any hate for them.

Man is weak, no matter how much muscle you build or how many barriers you set, there's always that weakness. There's always the possibility that at any moment someone will crack under pressure and the flood gates will open. It's a possibility for everyone and anyone. At any point the flood gates are staring right at you, their menacing eyes peer through your heart. Humans then become only two types, those who recognize the gates and those who ignore the stares. But even then, both of them could drown at any moment.

That's why the ban on drugs is one of the few laws that we enforce by hand in Ikebukuro. It's not only me, it's everyone. Every store owner, every plumber, every comedian. We all have an untold pact to guard against it. Drugs makes your mind stray away from the gate, and as such, when they finally open; you'll drown further than ever.

That's why I didn't bear any hate or loathing to those kids, I understand what it is to be weak. But nevertheless, it stops today. And weak or strong; nothing goes unpunished.