The Dragoon

Chapter 2

The pilot was a burly giant of a man, clad with ripped jeans and only a brown vest that covered a heavily tattooed and scared chest, with skin much like my sister and myself- or anyone else rather. We lived in the skies- closer to the sun then our ancestors, and as a result, our skin has darkened over the years. That's how I see it anyways. The man pushed me to the old chapel that was on the verge of breaking down if any more pressure had befallen it. Inside men in black suits with red buttoned shirts had been gathered around before the dais, where a man with a fedora had stood, pointing to each of them. Sticking out of the crowd like a wolf among sheep was my Sister, Sasha, green purple scarf and all. I made my way over to her, pushing through the conversations, and pulling my hood over my head. She was talking to one of the men in suits, behaving much differently then the train ride before. She wasn't fluttering her eyelashes, nor giggling at non-funny jokes... She was being cold, and unwavering. "Sasha-" I started.

"Just a minute, Dexter." She put a hand up in front of my face and didn't bother glancing over to see me. "Now, you said you knew my mother and my father." She questioned, narrowing her eyes. The man laughed.

"Yeah- the Nexus Vampire right?" he answered. "And you're mother... what they call her...?"

"The Siren..." I answered. He looked at me eyes looking me up and down before I pulled down my hood so he could see my face.

"Ah... Dexter, good to see you." He said as he looked at my face.

"And you as well, Rondo." I nodded, tucking my hands in my pockets. He redirected his attention back to my sister.

"Well... rumor has it that it was set up by the Mondonacci family. You know- Terry always wanted to be with the siren..." He explained, silently. My sister nodded, the same blank face placed. He was dragged away by another man and left without saying anything else.

"You really think it's the Mondanacci's?" I asked, looking around the room.

"I don't know. I've been told that it's the Mondanacci's, the Fey'lee's, the Trinishkov's.... every single mafia family and business seemed to have it out for Mom and Dad. I just... don't know...." She whispered. She shook it off quickly then, bringing back her smile and turned me to the man on top of the dais. He was darker then everyone else, taller and bulkier then most as well- the pilot being one of the few exceptions. He turned to me and Sasha as he dismissed the person he was talking to.

"Ah- Sasha."

"Uncle Bonzo..." she said, drawing it out with a smile. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up with a shake as he placed her back down.

"And look-it-here! Dexter!" He shouted, picking me up the same way.

"How's it going Uncle." I said as he squeezed me like a bear would. He plopped me to the ground with my hand on my shoulders and sighed.

"I didn't expect my little brother... your father... to just up and die like that." He said softly- something a mob leader doesn't do often.

"But- hey! Bright side of things- we have a new job for my niece and nephew to pull off with the rest of the group to celebrate your arrival in to Avios." He said fairly loudly so the rest of the church could hear him. The mafia men stopped their conversations, and turned to look at the boss as he took center stage and cleared his throat.

"We are going to do a heist- prove that Avios is our territory- so that any other business decides that they want a little cut in our pie knows not to mess around with us." The rest of the group laughed, but Rondo, rose his voice above the rest.

"How are you planning on doing that, Bonzo?"

"We are going to rob the Bank." He responded. A slight murmur filled the room. I looked to Sasha and she nodded to me with a devilish grin.