Brooklyn, 2:00am

'God damn it'
He threw the chewing gum wrapper to the ground and sighed.
'Here we go again.'


He stepped out of the long black, BMW car. Almost invisible
but for the headlights in the pitch black of the New York skyline. He
slammed the door and pulled his trenchcoat over his body. Standing
still, chewing his gum, the light reflected in his sunglasses, he
called back to his asisstant,
'You wait here. I'll come back if I need help.'
'Yeah, if I need help.' he thought cockily, 'Micky McGlynn never needs
help.'


He knocky on the metallic door once. As he waited he looked
over the dirty, grafittied building. Remnants of posters for various
music acts stuck stubbornly to the smooth, cement wall. Above the roof,
'Ron's Porn Palace' blazed in neon. Along the bottom of the building
urine lined the junction between pavement and wall.


'Nice' he thought and scratched his head, knocking
again.


The answer was quicker this time. A small, chinese man opened
the door enough so one eye could stab into the night and identify the
tall officer.


'Shit'
'Shit indeed Quang, where's your boss, I need to talk.'
'He, eh, away, he on business.'


Mick kicked the door in and knocked the small man to the
ground, he wore dirty black clothes and had wide, scared eyes, adept at
looking for a way out.


'Tell me where he is or you'll take his beatings with delight
after what I put you through.'
'I swear, he didn't tell me nothing.'


The man squirmed down the darkening corridor. McGlynn strode
after him.


'Where do you think you're go-'


Before he could finish, the chinese man had dove into a room
and two rounds of a pistol blasted out. Mick stood wih his back to the
wall.


'Oh Christ, these damn chinamen.'


A tirade of bullets now came fast and heavy.


'Looks like he's got friends.'


He dived across the doorway, five men stood there including
Quang, the four other men each held automatic rifles, were burly and
dressed mainly in white, with all kinds of jewellery hanging from them.
These jewels flew from the bodies of two that Mick shot as he dove to
the ground. The tirade continued uninterrupted. Mick stood there as
dust and bits of wall burst itno the air and landed all around him.
Then a pause.


Mick jumped out and shot everyone left in the room except
Quang who he disabled with a kick to his gut. The small man was sent
against the wall, landing harshly, his gun dropping beside him. Mick
walkedup and towered over him.


'Ok then, you prick, I'll get you to talk.'


He picked up the small man and threw him against the wall. He
fell with a thud to the ground.


'He's?' Quang stuttered
'Where?'
'At his mansion, he?' the injured man held his gut '..gone for
party.'
'No doubt to celebrate his recent pay-off.' Mick looked around him
about to leave, then turned and delivered a parting kick to the downed
man, 'Thanks, shit for brains.'


He stepped outside into the chill night air and got into the
car, where his asisstant was eating two iced donuts.


'You fat mess Maguire?? are they sprinkles?'


Maguire nodded with, mouth bulging and the two sat there for
a number of minutes scoffing.


After the meal, the car was driven straight to the suburbs
where their man was hiding. They parked across the road from a
two-storey mansion, it clearly had some kind of drunken celebration
going on inside. After just parking, the first-storey window was
smashed by a man hurtling towards the ground, landing unconsciouss as a
burly fella with rolled up sleeves and a drink in one hand laughed at
him, turning and putting his arm around a nearby woman.


'Ok' said McGlynn turning to Maguire after watching the
disturbance, 'I'll try get to Ilyanich without causing a fuss, I'll
radio if there's trouble and you send for the SWAT team.'
'So, I won't get to do anything?'
'Sure you will, you have the most important job of all?'
'What?'
McGlynn looked out the window at the house, 'Ok, I'm going in.'
'Wanker' Maguire mumbled.


McGlynn slowly opened the gate to the open door. Inside the
house was covered with happy, drunken people copulating, fighting,
talking, laughing, arguing, dancing and sleeping. They were much too
busy to recognise one of their arch enemies, or even notice someone had
come in. McGlynn headed straight up the huge stairway facing the door.
Upstairs there was smaller number of people doing similar activities to
those downstairs. McGlynn tip-toed around them and headed to the door
at the end of the corridor to a large decorated door. Along the way,
all kinds of stranges sounds were coming from the bedrooms, some of
pleasure, some of pain and some McGlynn was ceratin came from
animals.


He entered the door without knocking. Inside, behind a large
desk and in front of a larger window sat a small, bearded Russian,
accompanied on either side by two men, half-brickhouse, half-human.
McGlynn pulled his gun and shot them both through the head before the
seated man noticed his was there.


'Howya Ilyanich? Miss me?'
'Ah, McGlynn, I was expecting you.'
'Really? Are you expecting me to shoot you, cause it's probably going
to happen.'
'Hehe, I don't think so, you need me. I have information.'
'Oh don't worry, it's surprisingly easy to hide tortured suspects these
days.'
Ilyanich laughed inwardly.
'I have something else that might interest you.'
The man moved to a bookcase at the side of the room and pushed it
aside, revealing a door. He knocked on it once and stepped back. The
door opened and a tall, strong man stepped out holding Maguire, with a
knife put at his neck.
'Your friend can still survive till tommorrow, but it's up to
you.'
McGlynn eyed him suspiciously, 'Whadda ya want?'
'Bring me every record you have on me and my organisation and burn them
in my yard, then Maguire will be set free.'
McGlynn looked back to a desperate, struggling Maguire. He sighed and
rubbed his head.
'Ok, Ilyanich, I'll do it.'
He turned around and Ilyanich smiled to himself, but just as the crime
boss was about to sit back at his desk. McGlynn pulled his gun and shot
the tall man through the head, spraying Maguire with blood. McGlynn
jumped to his aid while Ilyanich jumped over the desk and out the
door.


'I'm Ok' shouted Maguire, 'Get him'.
McGlynn got to his feet and ran out the door, the scene he left was
much changed now, an army of nationalites stood in front of the door,
each with at least one weapon. The minute his head popped out the door,
they opened fire. McGlynn dived against the wall, as he landed the door
was blown from it's hinges and lay in bits on the ground. Then a pause.
McGlynn took this oopportunity and ran across, grabbing Maguire, dove
into the secret passageway.


Inside was covered in damp stone with torches leading the
way. The two man ran as fast as they could until the reach a second
door. They looked at each other before McGlynn kicked it in. He found
an empty pool room, a bar and a jukebox lay on one side of the room,
pool table in the middle and another door on the left
side.


'Well, that narrows down the options.' McGlynn said and
bolted for the door, followed by his comrade.


Now he was outside, at the side of the house, looking at the
road they had come in by. Across it lay a still flaming car that had
transported them there and to their left was a house full of thousands
of men with machine guns wanting them dead.


'It looks like we're doomed' said Maguire and sat down on the
wet grass.
McGlynn took a piece of gum from his pocket and put it in his
mouth.
He threw the chewing gum wrapper to the ground and sighed.
'Here we go again.'