J.B. Mercer

Battle

Lucan knew his family was different. There was no way to hide the difference. Other families went to work and had meetings. His family had a 'Work Room' that his uncles and father talked business in. Lucan accepted the lifestyle that he lived. That he will live.
Still there is one other family just as different as his.
His father, Marcelo was allowing him to do his first alone drop off. He thought it would be simple. Trade the dope for cash. It wasn't. And it was his first lesson.

Choose the people you trust wisely.

Alvi....was his uncle Manelo right had man.  Lucan at the time only thought he should have back up just in case. He thought he knew Alvi. Like his father and uncles, Alvi had been a big part in raising him. Which is why the knife was such a shock.

Carcas Dove

The Dove was somewhere only Street Kings may come. It was a big open and abandoned warehouse. Dirt coated the floor. Dust caked the walls. The old big windows while clear could not be seen through over the horrendous filth.

Alvi handed the dough to Jeff Raymonds. Raymond had been working with there family for eight years. Pops only made dough for him when they took over the city after Sweet's downfall. The main line of business was black market weapons that they shipped to third tier warlords in small countries. And of course the 'shipping yard'. There was hardly any legit business with his family.

Lucan raked his eyes over the cash. Lifting each pack of hundreds and weighing. Then mentally calculating how much was in a pack. Only his Pops knew he could count like that. His Pops said it would be an advantage one day.

"Everything seems good here." Jeff Raymonds said and directed his men to begin packing everything up.

"Hold it!" Although Lucan didn't need to shout people knew a command when they heard it.

Jeff tried to roll it over as he noticed his people stop what they were doing. Jeff laughed booming in the open space. He wiped his shoes with a small cloth. " Something wrong sonny?" Jeff asked Lucan with a big shameless  smile. Positive that this shrimp of a child hadn't figured anything out.

Lucan smirked devilishly and said "You're short 50k."

Jeff was gobsmacked yet tried not to show it. "Son you're mistaken." Jeff stated trying cover up whatever slip might have shown up.

"I'm not your son." Lucan said calmly. Lucan lifted the nearest money and as he spoke he begin to tear it open. " Many people believe that because money is made from paper their weight should be the same. Actually money is heavier than paper. Just by a slight fragment." Lucan removed the money from the top and beneath it for all to see was paper. "Your bricks were too light to have been real money." Lucan tossed the brick and paper went flying. "So as I said you are short." Lucan saw no need to discuss anything more. He motioned to his cousin Nick to start packing the dough back.

However everything went to hell from there. Lucan had heard the sound of a gun before. They're loud and knock against your eardrums. This one sounded like a far echo. The painful ringing in his ears was very close. He turned to see his cousin clutching his stomach and blood gushing from between his fingers. The scream froze in his lungs but his feet were moving. He caught Nick before he dropped. Grabbing Nick's gun from his back to aim at the shooter. Nick's gasp for air was thunderous in the dead silence.

Alvi stood before them with a firm hand. He held the gun tight in his left hand. His soft mocha skin now a pale white in the hard grip of his hand. Alvi's ash gray eyes looked at them with fear and worry.
"Finish him." Raymonds commands. Alvi twitches so slightly it is barely seen. He lowers the gun slightly and Lucan patiently waits. Hoping that Alvi will become rational because something wasn't right about the whole situation. Surrounded as he and Nick were...death waiting for them at each turn...Alvi wasn't willing.