Segundo Paso: El Tiempo

                                        

                                              
A/N: Pic to the side is Maya
                              
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Even though it was dusky night out, the terra cotta roof shingles Malcolm crawled across still held the painful heat of the Spanish sun. It hurt but he was grateful to the stinging sensation in his palms because it provided a useful distraction from the five 온라인카지노게임 drop haunting his peripheral vision.
                              
After a year, Adrianna's muder had still gone uninvestigated, the Vega family went unavenged and Reaper started to grow. At first he simply did what Carlitos told him to do, becoming sombre and terse while he worked. Carlitos had slowly started to bring Reaper into the scariest and most dangerous aspects of gang life outside of direct violence: kidnappings. Malcolm had been learning the finer skills of the hostage game by being along on every money run, recovery mission and recon chance that the Barrio Boys offered. His days were spent being home schooled at his own speed, and his evenings were spent becoming the kind of man that other gangsters looked over their shoulders for.
                              
Strangely enough, it was the fact that Reaper never needed to use violence when he grabbed someone that made him so terrifying. He was smart enough and determined enough to find the weaknesses inherent to any security system and exploited them. Right now he wasn't breaking into any drug dealer, pimp or gang banger's casa; instead he was a few heart pounding moments away from being in the head Detective Estupina's bedroom. This was the puta that had stared at Adrianna's brutalized body and recognized the handiwork of Logan and his bastards, the cop that was supposed to be hunting down those who had done it, known about it or helped achieve it. What had actually happened was that the pig of a cop was crooked, bought off by the mobsters and worst than useless for justice. So after a year of learning how to do it, Malcolm was about to grab this hijo de puta and deliver him to Carlitos. The older man was doing all those things he wouldn't ask Malcolm to do. And truthfully, Malcolm was just as glad to skip that part. He hated how weak he was, but thus far he still hesitated when it came to delivering violence, so it was Carlitos that was leaving behind him parts of men.
                              
So Malcolm knew that the chances of this man ever being seen alive and well again were slim. It never sat well with him, but he learned to just not think about what happened to them after he dropped them off. Still, it haunted his nightmares; because he knew most of them were simply never found again. But this man, Malcolm didn't think he'd lose as single moment of sleep over him at all. As he was about to drop over the edge to the balcony, he heard a commotion from inside. The cop was supposed to be asleep right now but Reaper heard the distinct sounds of a female in distress from inside. Dropping to the balcony in silence, Malcolm kept to the shadows as he peered inside.
                              
Detective Estupina had a girl about Malcolm's age thrown back onto the bed. She was strugglingto get away, her face bruised and bloodied, while Estupina unbuckled his pants. This was a problem, Reaper was supposed to leave no witnesses but Malcolm wasn't cold hearted enough to just let the girl be used and discarded of. He looked in the window and past the obvious to scope out the room. He already knew the blueprint and layout of the entire complex but that didn't seem to help now that he was planning a rescue. He had a syringe full of sedative and knife for emergencies. For the first time he expected to have to use the knife, though he was still unsure of whether or not he could kill. While the girl scratched her nails down the cop's face, Reaper slid the balcony door open, knowing that the sand in this area was so fine it acted as a lubricant. The girl grunted as the cop slapped her hard and Reaper slipped into the room. Detective Estupina had lost his pants and bodily flipped the girl so she was trapped on her stomach with him pressed against her back. The girl was screaming as he smacked her about her head so she would stop struggling and that's when Reaper struck; cobra quick. The syringe slipped into the big man's carotid artery, the drug's effect was almost immediate. Estupina collapsed ontop of the girl who continued to scream and sob while Reaper hauled the man's unconscious body off of her.