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08|| Drawing Boards

Outlast

08|| Drawing Boards

A good night's sleep despite all of the recent events that turned my entire life to shit, found it's way upon me the previous night. The second my head hit the pillow, I was out like a baby. Surprising, yet very welcoming.

So when I woke up the next morning, I had a brilliant plan concerning how to take down Lucus Gage. To be honest, I'm surprised that I didn't think of it sooner.

The first step was to assemble reinforcements. I wasn't stupid- there is no way that I could defeat Lucus if they time ever came. What I needed was some one who hated Lucus as much as I did. Maybe then I could tip the scales of fate and I wouldn't even have to do the dirty work and spill any blood on my hands.

The only person that I could think of in my boggled state of mind was The Fallen Angles, the gang that dominated the other side of New York. They were constantly in conflict with The Shadows because of boundary issues as well as business (if a drug cartel was considered to be a legitament profession even though United States laws rendured it illegal).

It should be easy enough to rally their leader Harry Styles against Lucus; they hated each other for reasons unknown to me. Lots of blood has been shed on their account so an entire gang war shouldn't be too hard on their conscience. If they had one that is.

Even though I worked at Forsaken, the night club Harry owned it would still be diffucult for me to talk to him. Let alone convince him to go after Lucus and the rest of The Shadows. I was going to need some one who could get me close enough to Harry.

The first person to come to mind was Evelyn- my manager at Forsaken. She didn't have a lot to do with The Fallen Angels, but anything related to the club she knew about. If I could just coax her into getting myself a meeting with Harry I would be as good as gold.

Everything finally started to fall into place for me. First thing tomorrow I would talk Evelyn into getting me a meeting with the leader of Fallen Angels himself, Harry Styles.

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The last thing a person in my condition should want to do is go to work. I had a pounding headache, hurt feelings, and a throat that screamed for more oxygen every time I would breath in. Overall I looked and felt like hell, but it was impairtive that I spoke with Evelyn tonight. It was detrimental that I put my plan into action as soon as possible. Time was something that I didn't have a lot to spare.

Hopefully after speaking to Harry their wouldn't be much more for me to do aside from sit back and watch Lucus burn into flames right before my very own eyes. It would be a satisfying moment, one that I would remember until my last days on this earth.

I had never met Harry before, sure he stopped by the club often but he never really chatted with any of the entertainment. Well aside from Evelyn that is- she frequently boasted about having the honor of sucking him off two or three years ago. It was way before I started working as a stripper at Forsaken.

Harry wasn't someone that I normally sat wondering about, but the girls that I worked with practically drooled over him at just the mention of his name. I had never seen him in the flesh, but I knew approximently what he looked like physically. Curly brown hair and green eyes are what he was known for. Apparently he was tall- around 6ft or so and he had a British accent.

That was as far as my knowledge of Harry went; I had never really cared about him before. All I really knew was that he was the gang leader of The Fallen Angeles, he owned the club in which I was employeed, and he paid well.

Looking back on it that's all I needed to know. I knew all about how gangs operated and I had no desire now or ever to get mixed up with that crowd.