Dysphoria /1/

Chapter 3

Their task proved to be more difficult than they imagined. They had nothing on her, only a description and their description wasn't very specific either. When they saw her, her face was covered by her black hair so they didn't really see much of her facial features. They didn't even know the color of her eyes for fuck's sake.

"Its pointless." Terroriser shouted, dramatically falling to the floor. "We have nothing on her."

A quiet whistle caught the fours' attentions. They looked behind them to see a tall figure staring back at them.

"I was with the last gang you just talked to. I don't want any trouble," the stranger blurted out when they all pointed their guns at him. "I think I know who you guys were talking about."

Wildcat kept his gun aimed at him. "Why didn't you tell us back there?"

"The girl you speak of is well known and my gang was given orders not to say anything since she was the daughter of a close ally."

They let their guns rest at their sides, intrigued by the stranger's words.

"Let's talk somewhere else," Delirious said. The five of them walked to a secluded park, their handguns hidden in their waistbands. "Now talk. Why are you telling us this? "

"I used to know her. She's not what everybody thinks."

Moo chimed in. "What does everybody think?"

"They think she's a pawn, but they're wrong. She was the daughter of Richard Hunters, leader of Chroma." That immediately caught Delirious' attention. "People say she's unimportant, so after her father's death she was left alone. She's dangerous. Unlike most of us, she was born and raised in a gang. Scary bitch. She knows everything. You name it; hacking, fighting, lying."

"Where is she?" Delirious shouted. His three friends looked at him bewildered by his sudden outburst.

"Alice Hunters lives in Vinewood by herself. I'd watch out though. Her father was a very popular man. They liked him and his last wish was to keep his daughter safe. It wouldn't be surprising if more than three gangs showed up at your door if they heard she was dead."

That made their plan much more difficult. Even though they were the top gang, they knew Chroma. Chroma was the best of the best. They weren't feared. They were respected by everyone and they knew if they laid a hand on Alice, they'd be dead within a week.

"Thanks, now scram," Delirious ordered, laughing as the guy ran away.

"Well that's settled, we can't lay a hand on her," Moo stated.

"But-," Terroriser was about to say something, but Delirious cut him off.

"We can't hurt her, but that doesn't mean we can't talk right?" Delirious was silently pleading that Wildcat would agree.

"He's right. We need to know what happened and I'm not going back home until I get an answer."

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In the corner of her laptop screen, Alice could see that it said 12:40. She was finally done. To take extra precautions, she handwrote the notes she took, loaded them onto her laptop, and also saved them to a different USB drive.

She also burned the drive with Vanoss' crew's information with her lighter, watching the plastic covering it drip into her fireplace and the metal turning a dark black.

Since it was already lunchtime, Alice took time in making a healthy sandwich. That was until she heard something upstairs. For precaution, she had grabbed a few throwing knives she kept hidden in her kitchen cabinets.