Ultimatums
It had been two weeks since Macmillan's death. The Three Axe gang was no more. Ezra now had firmly integrated the former members of the gang into the Black Spider gang. There was only one week left till the deadline of their punishment and the Red Orphans were still standing.
Not for long. That was his mission on this night.
Ezra found himself cloaked in darkness, his boogeyman persona fully embraced. The city was quiet as he moved through the shadows, his destination clear in his mind. The office of the proxy which Malachi ruled the Red Orphan through.
The building stood ahead. A structure that housed the operations of one of the city's most notorious gangs. Ezra knew the layout well, having studied it meticulously. He slipped inside through a back entrance, his movements silent.