8. Back to ordinary

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(Aiden's view)

Despite the city is filled with lights and bright at night in Chicago, the alley has always been the darkest place. Anything could happen in such a small place -- crimes, illegal dealing, the worst you can image. I have to leave this area as soon as possible.

Lucky fucking Quinn. He runs the Chicago South Club. This club has been preying on Chicago since before I was born. However, this club is the most influential one in the city. Even the police cannot say a single word to them. If I shoot his head off back then, I could had done a big favor to the city. 

But this is exactly what I've always wanted to avoid to do.

Suddenly, my phone rings.

"Hey, how'd it go? You finish that job yet?" It's Jordi.

"You thought I'd be OK working for the fucking Club?" 

"A paycheck is a paycheck. You need to start separating the morals from the moola. Relax! Oh, since you asked, Maurice is doing just fine in his new home. See ya!" 

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(The next day)

(Tiffany's view)

Sun is shining outside, lighten the room in a leisurely morning. Arranging the interview notes, I just can't stop thinking about the name 'Aiden'. I write his name down on the first page.

Is this his real name? The Vigilante? He's not lying again, is he? I want to see him again, to know more about him... Wait, what an I doing?

I need some fresh air. So I call Teresa to go for a walk with me.

"Hey, sis. Still doing the homework? How about go out with me and have an afternoon tea as usual?" I ask.

"Oh, thank God. I just need something to interrupt me! I'm stucking in Max Weber! (Weber is a famous Germany sociologist.) Let's go! Where do we meet?" She says happily.

"We can meet at Union Station around 13:00." I want to take her to a snack bar, buying something to eat.

"Ok, I'll see you there!" She says.

(15 minutes later)

We meet there and go to a shop named Nuts on Clark. There are many kind of popcorn, we buy the popular one -- caramel flavored.

Walking on the bridge, crossing Chicago River, we walk along Wacker Drive.

"Wow! He told you his real name? How romantic!" She still expects me to date the Vigilante.

"I'm wondering his story and his background. Oh, I'm rambling a again..." I can't even believe myself. Haven't felt like this for a long time. 

"Did he leave you at least, his phone number? So you can tell him when you miss him,  haha!" She giggles.

"He didn't, and either did I. But he always has the way to find me." I don't think he want to see me again if there is nothing happening.

We stroll around the river until evening.

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