This city for Chloe is foreign. Until her dad's death, she lived far away. She studied in other cities, even overseas, from an early age. It was safer for her, her beloved dad claimed.
It isn't her city, but Chloe's dad loved this megalopolis with every fiber of his body, he wanted to protect it from those who wanted to destroy his beloved city.
The town is immense and diverse. The gap between the rich areas where lives the biggest part of the people that need to live there of nauseating amounts of money. And the areas where the degradation and despair of those who ate a daily meal was visible to the naked eye. But there is too an undeclared war between her empire, with the utopia that her father wanted for the sake of the city. And the Syndicate that wanted a city's piece for their sinister motives.
An important business took Chloe to this city area. A city that depressed her. The young woman had a meeting with a few associates and she decided to go alone. She's capable of defending herself, so she didn't want anybody to put their own life in danger for her. There is enough blood in her hands. Chloe doesn't want it to belong to someone paid to protect her. She didn't want to see widows, or orphans. She couldn't bear this kind of weight.
So she decided to use her Dolores. It was the name of her father's favorite car, an old Impala, the first auto that her beloved father bought when he was a little more than a young adult. The car with whom her father gave her first lessons to drive and the first basis of how to run a criminal empire.
Chloe used this Impala every time she wanted a lucky charm.
When she ended the meeting, she wanted to go to check an old matter at the red district. A place that she attempted to governorate the degradation in which the area had fallen. And that her enemies hold her back.
She enters her Impala. She had a problem, an urgent call that she had to take care of. She needed five extra hours of extra intense work. When she turns the key to start her car, she has a strange feeling. She feels something, a bad omen and without thinking, she exits fast and...
BOOM!
The Impala explodes in a red cloud of smoke, flame and debris that fall on the ground.
Chloe sees the scene before her. The eyes are full of tears. That damn auto was a memento of her poor dad. Forty years old was too early to lose him.
But this isn't the matter. The focus of the problem is: the Syndicate tried to murder her.
They, with the help of Roberto's uncle, had killed her beloved dad, and now they had bombing her life, her safety. For a little while, they were successful.
She mentally checks her body in search of something broken. She is all in a piece, but with horror she realizes she has no way to call her men in rescue. Her purse had stayed in the car, also her phone, gun and... no, her knife was in its usual secret place: the garter.
«Damn!»
She wears a green tailleur. And she doesn't have angst to flaunt her femininity: she always wears skirts, or dresses. She hasn't problem with foreign look at her body. She kicks every ass that attempts a bad approach with her.
Men and women normally of every class court her. She knows her charm and power. But at the moment, Chloe prefers to be alone. What happened to her today proves that it is better this way.
So, her auto had made a boom, her phone and gun had followed her auto at the things's paradise. What else? Ah, ya! She is in a crap situation. It's a bad urban scenario. A hole's hell place that her worst enemies want to control. For this piece of town, a few miles, they are at war. Probably, the same that pushed the Syndicate to kill her poor auto. Because she knows of them. They'll pay for what they had made to her poor Impala. All them. She will have her vendetta for this effort.
She had to arrive at her associate for salvation. In her misfortune, he was in this city area, but Chloe has a lot to walk. Something like a full hour. This city area is really large, and poor. She remembers her father said that where there isn't hope and opportunity, there are people ready to do everything for a piece of bread. She has to stay ready. It will be a long walk and night.
