After Earth

Mafia

That was it, for Verssai. Things like this weren't isolated incidents. The Voluntairre, despite its best intentions, was a reckless organization, and had a habit of killing people who didn't need to die. Verssai couldn't continue supporting them, in good conscious.
Unfortunately, before he could leave the Voluntairre, he would have to actually escape.
The sniper sat in his quarters of the Voluntairre's carrier. In a sense, the vessel could be called the mothership of the rebellion.
Verssai would need to be careful as he left the ship. He couldn't let his identity be realized. If he were to be identified, it would mean that the Voluntairre could easily track him. He wanted to simply fall off of their radar, so not to complicate matters later on.
He rummaged through his drawers, searching for anything that may function as a disguise. What he found was an assembly of civilian's garbs, a vest, and a cowl.
The agent dawned the uniform, and continued hunting through his room to locate a weapon. Fighting was his life. The causes for his fighting had changed over time, but he was still consistently a warrior of some sort.
Verssai saw his rifle in his corner. A feeling of dread fell over him. He realized that, if he wished to avoid being identified, he couldn't bring his rifle. It had become an icon of himself. When people saw the rifle, they thought of Verssai. He would have to leave his gun.
Instead, the man strapped a baton to his belt, and left.

After a jog down a hallway, and only a few guards having the shit beat out of them, Verssai finally reached the docking bay. He took the most simply controllable vessel, and zipped out of the hangar as soon as possible.

Charmer stood over the grave of the child that Volpe had killed. He hadn't known the child, personally, but he had died on Charmer's watch. He was the one in charge of the prisoner transfer. Therefore, he was responsible for the child's death. At least, it was himself that he blamed it on. It seemed appropriate that, before finally abandoning the INU, he pay his respects to the child.
Looking down at the tombstone, Charmer felt the guilt of everything he had done for the INU wash over him.
For him, it was the last straw.
In an hour, he would be expected to report back to his commanding officer, to get his next objective. He had no intention of doing so.
He pulled his dog tag from his neck, and placed it upon the grave.
The man stood upright, and mumbled "I need a drink."

Verssai pulled the shuttle down upon the Capital planet of the INU. Most people would say that returning there would be the worst course of action for the rogue terrorist to take. Verssai felt differently. The Capital planet, despite being where the INU held the strongest presense, was actually the best place for an enemy of the INU to hide. Reason being, the faction is typically complacent on their home planet. The idea that a terrorist would hide in their Capital is so absurd that it doesn't ever cross their minds. In short, it's the last place they would think to look.
Plus, there are plenty of criminal organizations that have holdings in the Capital, that Verssai could join up with. The one he had his eye on was the Mafia.
The first place he decided to check was the local bar.

"What's the strongest drink available?" Charmer asked the bartender.
The tender simply eyed the soldier, before hesitantly pouring a glass of a dark brown liquid, and sliding it to Charmer. He chugged the drink down, and promptly asked for another. "Before I pour you another glass," the bartender said, wiping down the counter, "I feel inclined to inform you that each glass of this costs about seventy credits a pop."
Charmer choked on his words, trying to get them out. "Hold on." He said. "I'm not paying seventy credits for a damn drink." The man stood up. "Yes, you are." The bartender replied.
"Sir, I can't afford that." Pleaded Charmer. "Not my problem."
At that point, Charmer had lost his temper.
He pulled a fist back, ready to swing at the owner of the bar, only to have an unidentified hand grab his arm. "We're keeping this civil, right?" A gruff voice spoke. Charmer turned around, to see a man in a hood and a mask. "Fuck off." Charmer replied, jerking his arm out of his hands.
Verssai lost grip of Charmer's arm, but regained it rather quickly. He drew his retractable baton, struck Charmer in the back of the head with it, and pulled the man into an armbar.
The soldier kicked back at Verssai, knocking his legs out from beneath him.
This is the point at which an outside force intervened.
"Cut it out, ya' louts." Spoke a woman, with a gruff voice and the accent of a New Yorker, pushing Charmer to the ground and kicking Verssai, in order to keep them both down.

After the two men struggling to get back to their feet a couple times, only to get promptly kicked, she spoke to the bartender. "What was this one's tab?" She asked.
"Seventy credits." She laughed a bit. Looking down to Charmer, she said "really? All this over seventy credits?"
She reached into her pocket, and, still laughing, and placed a handful of lightweight, silver coins on the counter. The owner of the bar scooped them up, and nodded to her in appreciation.

The woman pulled the men up and pushed them outside. "Well, now, I feel that we've gotten off on the wrong foot." She stated. "My name is Lainie, I run the Mafia, and I happen to have some open slots in my organization that I feel you two could fill." Lainie offered.
"If nothing else, the fella over here in INU marine's armour owes me seventy credits, and will need to work to pay them off."
"Hold up." Verssai stopped her. "You legitimately own the Mafia?" He asked. "Well, I thought the underworld garments and Mafia patch," she revealed a patch on her arm that had a skull on it, "were dead giveaways that I at least work with them, but, yea, I run the Mafia."
Verssai gave a nod of respect. "Well, then, Verssai Proditor, at your service." He introduced. "Accumulator of information, enemy of the INU, and the guy that you see on the 'Wanted' posters throughout the city." He said.
"That's a bit of a mouthful." She laughed. "Well, then, just call me Proditor." "I take it that this means you're joining up?" She asked. Proditor nodded.
"And you owe me a big chunk of money, so you don't really have a choice in the matter." She said, turning to Charmer.
Charmer tried to protest, only to realize that she was right, and that he had no choice.
"You guys will need to know how to get into the Mafia hideout." She said, leaning in and whispering.
"I'll meet you there."