its but a scratch

Moving down into the depths of the basement, Keith began to hear strange notices, along with the smell of something… oddly strange coming up.

As he neared the end of the stairs, Keith began to hear someone inside…

"Fuchkk." Some coughing followed immediately after, hiding the quiet sound of Keith arriving in the basement.

"You dimwit!... didn't the last couple of incidents teach you to pay attention…" Keith could determine that it was likely to be a man shouting at the other, sneaking a few glances in around the corner…

"I am sorry." The other man continued to caught. Gradually slowing down with time.

From the angle Keith had, he could see the equipment that had produced the smell, along with the hunched over back of one of the coughing man. Who's skinny arms supported his upped body on one of the side tables.

"You sure he is qualified, ill introduce you to someone better if you would free me.. eay?" Keith recognised the voice of Malcom, Flying around the corner ready to shoot the two he knew where there along with any more soon to be corpses.

"You shut up!" The one to shout was revealed before Keith, he was a burly man being almost thrice the size of the dude still wheezing from his coughing fit.

The man appeared to be in his late fifties, wearing some casual clothes with a apron on top, covering his gigantic beer belly that suited his stature.

Both had their backs turned to him, with only one person in the room seeing him, that being a caged Malcom, who sat hunched in one of the corner in the room, locked behind bars of steel.

The image caused Keith to lose any kind of doubt he had in his mind about killing all of them, further reinforcing the decisions he had made prior to seeing him.

Two quick burst of fire were released from his gun, flooring the two that stood before him, with the fat man only uttering a small breath of surprise from the sound the gun had made.

Suppressors helped, but the falling of bodies, along with the sound of the bullet wouldn't be completely silenced by just a silencer attached to the barrel of the gun… it did help in preventing people further away from hearing it, say those a story or two above where the gun was fired.

A small chuckle escaped Malcom's lips as he got up from the corner, his chuckle quickly turned into coughing as he held his side where a poorly bandaged wound was situated.

"Hey you okey?" Walking up to the cell, Keith inspected the locks, seeing that it needed a key to unlock, while paying most of his attention to Malcom.

"The key is with the big guy, in his breast pocket if I remember correctly." Malcom managed to tell him where the key was through wheezing breath, not talking about his health.

Looking at the fallen body of one of Malcom's guard Keith decided to instead use his lockpicking skills to do the task, as the lock was a simple bike lock, not needing any specialised equipment to pick.

With three small clicks, the lock came off, freeing the badly hurt Malcom. Who was quickly supported by Keith.

"Ready to get out of here?" Keith looked closer at the wounds on Malcom's body, determining that he had to go to a hospital.

"I don't get time to prepare do I?" Malcom coughed some more but nodded with determination.

"No you do not."

Before long Keith helped Malcom up the stairs holding him up under his arms as they ascended.

Some grunts could be heard as Malcom struggled to move effectively, resulting in their pace dropping tremendously.

Although Keith didn't mind, they had yet to be found, although getting out might not be as easy as getting in, although he hoped that the distraction he made before hand would cut down on the total amount of people that were there.

As they neared the ground floor, Keith couldn't help but notice the commotion happening there.

"What is happening?" Malcom saw the bodies and heard the commotion, but didn't know what else Keith had done to cause such a stir.

"They're moving out… I think." Keith opened the door slightly gaining a small viewing gap to look out.

He could see members of the lost moving haphazardly through the building collecting something's.

Before being ordered to move out, by a commanding voice coming from up high.

They were certainly going later then expected, but it didn't matter much to Keith, who only had two objectives for now, getting Malcom to a hospital and killing the one who spoke up.

As he could see him by angling himself differently, the road captain.

The road captain was a bald man with a handlebar moustache, with a plethora of face tattoos to cover the areas devoid of hair.

Waiting for the ground troops to leave, Keith saw the opportunity to kill the Road captain, as he sat undefended in his office on the second floor, after ordering all his people to leave, but as he opened the door, Keith could hear a louder grunt coming from Malcom beside him.

Turning to look at him, Keith could see that the wound on his side bleeding profusely, leaking through the bandages that were supposed to stop it.

"Hey! hey are you alright?" Keith looked at the pale Malcom that was hanging on to his arms and reorganised his priorities.

"ill be fine." Malcom stammered out as he clutched his side… "I have been through worse." His coughing got a little worse, although he tried to control it.

"Nah, we are getting you treated." Even if he didn't have much medical experience, seeing a wound that bled as much as this one did, meant that he needed to rest, if not immediately get treated in the nearest hospital.

Getting him involved in the assassination of one of the lost leaders would be tantamount to suicide.

With a quick look around the premises, Keith fully opened the door, heading towards his car that he had parked a bit away form the place.

On their way there some strange looks were given by passer-by's, nothing either of them couldn't deal with, but still annoying to Keith.

Unlocking his car, Keith placed Malcom inside of the passenger seat, before racing to the other side of the car, driving of the moment he could.

With the speed at which they were going, they would make it to the hospital in less then ten minutes, the only thing he needed to sacrifice was the peace on the road, something Keith would gladly do.

Some cars honked their horns at them, but before long they arrived at the hospital, where Keith got out, picking Malcom up by the shoulders to head inside… after a short while one of the doctors came back with his report.

"Your fried has some serous bruises, along with a long cut around his waist. One of his ribs are also fracture… I am not to sure how.."

"That bad… he will be fine right?" he could see the bruises and his flesh wound, but didn't know that his rib was broken.

"Yes.. but I was just curious as to how he was inflicted such wounds." The wounds appeared to be from some form of torture

"Car accident…" There were countless accident in Los Santo's daily, it was not as if they would investigate much into the situation, so it wasn't the worse excuse Keith could come up with.

"Aah… of course." Perhaps it was the glare Keith gave him, or just the answer itself, but the doctor didn't seem interested in questioning Keith any more then he had..

Keith visited Malcom after being allowed to by the hospital staff, finding him sleeping in bed, recuperating himself after probably a stressful couple of days.

Walking outside Keith headed towards his car, before being called… answering the phone Keith heard Lester's voice.

["good afternoon Keith, a new job has come up .. you in?"] Keith pondered on his options before asking 

"the same take as always?" The bigger the job, the bigger the take, or that was at least most of the time, although his percentage always stayed the same.

["even better. Ill send you the details, just get ready to get the heat turned up."] Lester chuckled after the seemingly funny joke, leaving Keith out of it before hanging up.

With a sigh Keith started his car heading back towards the base where he found Malcom.

Malcom was currently save, but with the one that did it still out there, left Keith with a final job to do to end it.

He couldn't leave him alive not after everything that happened.

Driving back to the place Keith arrived to a unexpected scene.

Police lined the entrance of the alleyway heading to the place, from where he sat, Keith could see some small simmers still leaving the previously intact building.

There was no telling what exactly happened, but Keith had a couple of guesses.

The lost mc was prone to infighting as not everything was controlled from one point, it worked more like a combination of clubhouses all working under the same leadership. And as long as they didn't cause to much trouble to the gang then they would be left to their own devices.

Sadly capturing and imprisoning an other well know figure in the lost would certainly not make him viewed well by the other leader.

That along with the loss of two high value basses meant that he would likely be demoted… likely meaning that he was dead as of this moment.

Even if it wasn't ordered, there were enough guys to profit from an increase in rank, it was not like the president would retaliate much.

Even if he punished the one who did it, nothing would change the fact that the road captain would like be dead.

Before long, Keith left, heading home for the night… he hadn't suffered much, only getting some blood on his clothing from Malcom leaning on him.

Before long Keith was back home, deciding to check his phone for any messages, seeing the details that Lester send along with a text from Molly detailing the time and place of the supposed meet.

Keith didn't know how she knew where they would be meeting but he needed to interceptors them at their meeting, killing both of them before destroying their laptop to prevent any of their data from being retrieved.

Viewing the location he got, Keith planned a bit before heading into the shower to wash away any blood and sweat he had gotten dirtied with.

Not long after he went to bed, ready to go out early in the morning to get set to finish Molly task. 

The situation with the road captain was either done or yet to be resolved, either way Keith had a new plan to take them on. 

Killing them all would be difficult, but once inside the FIB tower they could delete their file, before adding their own.

Likely resulting in the crippling of the current operations of the lost.

The early morning sun shined through the blind as Keith looked over the conference table, where a map of the city was displayed…

With the information he had he first noted down where his basses were, getting their location and income in check, before going over the couple of Lost mc location along with the different gangs situated inside of the city.

Marking their territory before planning where he would go next, he could concentrate his business in one area of the city, but some things shouldn't be too close, as that would just mean attracting attention to each other.

North of the city was still the area of the Madrazzo's, a place securely in their grasp, somewhere where future conflict was likely to be, seeing as the lost wouldn't be having much of a future in Los Santo's, likely having to cut down their operation to the hot wasteland north of the city.