The next generation- where we go from here

The Amity Gallery

Vinnie pov
I got up and walked around the empty apartment. Well I wasn't the only one here. Diego, King, Ramsey, Ash, Harley, and Brooks were with me. 

I went to the kitchen and started on Breakfast. Harley came into the kitchen.

"Good morning." I said.

"Good morning." He muttered as he rubbed his face.

"Long night?" I asked.

"Ya, a fight broke out down the sleep, Street I mean." He said.

"What happened?" I asked.

"It was a drunken brawl, Ash is still sleeping off the punch he got to the jaw." He said.

"That's going to make eating slightly painful." I said.

The rest of the men came up and we had breakfast.

"So are we doing uniforms or black tie?" Ash asked.

"Your choice and since Binx is not here. It's Harley's choice." I Said as I handed Ash a cup of coffee.

"Suits it is." Harley said. "Hair gelled back." He added.

Ash groaned as he held the ice pack to his cheek.

"It's not that bad." I said.

"It hurts." He groans. I went to the medicine cabinet and got a bottle of Advil.

"Take two." I Said as I handed it to him.

"Thanks but I already took some." He said. I took the bottle back and put it back in the cabinet.

When we finished breakfast we went and got ready. I could already hear the guards yelling over the hot water. I kinda felt bad that the six of them had to share one water heater. We really needed to add another one.

I finished getting ready and then went downstairs. The guards were all waiting for me. They all were dressed the same: black suit and tie, black sunglasses and their hair gelled back.

"The car is almost here then it should take us to your new gallery." Harley said.

"Thank you." I said.

I wish my kids could have come to this. But they hadn't seen Evie in a month, and I couldn't take them away from her and I couldn't take her away from her work. This would be the first gallery opening she would miss. She's always been by my side and I've always been by hers.

"Has Evie called this morning?" I asked.

"Not yet, she's probably either still sleeping or out with your kids." Harley said.

"She probably is." I sighed.

I really hoped once everything slowed down we could spend some quality family time together, just the four of us. The car arrived and we left for the new Gallery.

Even though it was morning, outside my new gallery the press were swarming. We went inside and a smaller group of invited guests, art critics, and a few press members were inside. I did my best to great everyone.

I went up to podium, "thank you all for coming to the opening of the Amity Gallery. You all may be wondering why I decided to open another gallery. Well I'll tell you, when I was serving in the war. I was for the most part stationed in New Waverley. I saw the aftermath of the bombing, I helped people who were trapped on subway platforms. I also saw and did many things that resulted in PTSD. The best way I've been able to cope with my PTSD is through my art, it's brought me a since of peace, a sense of Amity. So as you walk around, you will see some darker things than what you may be used to seeing done by me. But please understand that that art is a form of healing for me. Thank you." I said. I left the stage.