His Name Is Mugen

Incarnation of Fear Itself

Mugen instructed Sarasi to stay in their bedroom while he handled matters with his brother. He didn't want to leave her so soon, especially since he managed to break down her guard. He just hoped that when he got back she'd still have the same energy when he left her.

"Who are they?" Mugen asked his brother Neagan about the men that brazenly showed up at his house.

"Three men from The Covenant." Neagan leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "What do you want to do?" Mugen would much rather tend to Sarasi then deal with members of The Covenant, which was a group of mercenaries who'd take on any job, no matter how cruel, for the right amount. Them being here meant trouble was coming and he wanted no parts of it.

"Shall we go make nice?" Neagan closed his eyes, already knowing that lots of threatening was about to take place.

"Where's Ruben?" Mugen was in no socializing mood. He could feel his blood boiling and deep down he knew this conversation would lead to a war, a war he had to win at all cost.

"He left with Nora a while ago."

"Let's get this done and over with." Mugen snarled trying to supress his rage because he really didn't want to waste his time talking to them. Especially because he might end up killing them.

"After you boss." Neagan followed behind Mugen to his office where the 3 gentleman were waiting. When they got inside the men rose and nodded their head as a sign of respect. Mugen somewhat calmed a little at that. At least they knew their place. He sat down in his chair with Neagan standing to the right of him and the 3 men sitting in front of him.

"Good evening, gentleman." Mugen smiled. The quiet mood was alarming, like the calm before the storm.

"We're looking for a girl." The gentleman in the middle,who was heavy duty and oversized with a red mohawk, got straight to the point. His skin color was a rich chocolate and his teeth were covered in grill.

"It's very rude to come to someone's house without introducing yourself." Mugen pointed out while tapping his fingers onto the table. He was watching them closely, trying to figure them out. "You very much know well know who I am but I don't know who you are." Mohawk sucked his teeth and both Mugen and Neagan sent him a warning look.

"I'm Fiddy Cent and-."

"Don't you mean fifty?" Mugen corrected him.

"No, that name's already taken but don't worry. Fiddy is a better way of saying fifty. Anyway this is Bon Voyage." He gestured to the man on his right who looked like a mixed breed of man and woman. "They call him that cause he always sends his victims off on well, a voyage if you get my drift."

"I do not but please continue." Mugen's face was indecipherable as he looked between the men.

"This right here is my boy Hennessey Drank. They call him that cause there's always a shared drank of henny between predator and prey before things get........messy." He placed his hand on the man to the left of him who had a long scar running from his left eye towards the middle of his cheek. He looked the most lethal of the 3. Mugen took note of his dull and lifeless eyes. He hasn't much to lose. Men with nothing to lose are incredibly dangerous. Mugen knew that he might have to murder someone tonight and hoped Sarasi wouldn't hear.

"A "just know if you smell henny then you're in deep shit" kind of thing, you feel me?" Fiddy was hoping to rile Mugen up by telling him of the deep impact these men had on their victims but his face remained neutral and graceful. The rumors of Mugen's demeanor remaining steady and serene at all times were holding up to be true.

"I do not want to feel any parts you at all, so what brings you gentlemen to my home at this hour. Business I presume?" Mugen raised a brow.

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that homegirl's name is Bon Garage?" Asked Neagan.