the meeting had been supposed to be a simple one. they go to the warehouse of the gang, talk to their boss, work things out and then leave. what should have been simple tuned into a blood bath. all had seemed fine when they had entered the lower lever enforces or whatever they were called by the gang sat among the box's cleaning guns and looking up at the men in suits who had just invaded their turf. Marion looked around checking all the exits as they were lead up the stairs to the meeting. his steel gray eyes sweeping the room once more realizing that if anything did go wrong this was a bad spot to be in.

he was the last one into the room so he did not see who fired the frist shot but below the enforcers they had left behind opened fire on the gangsters. It is going to be a blood bath. was he last thought before entering the fray. the bullets flew acrossed the room slamming into everything. his mind registered the wet thump of bullets entering the man next to him, while he let off a few of his own to slam into others. his sight narrowed to the men in front of him all thoughts of the others in the room but him and the men that were before him. he could not tell if it was moments or hours later when the sounds of gunfire died down, slowly he realized that at some point he had been hit with something that had brought him down, for he was now getting up from the ground.

looking around the room he could see that most of the bodies there were just that, bodies. the sounds of police sirens drew closer as he moved slowly through trying to find any survives. he found an arm that had a pules, it looked like it might be one of his. gently moving the body off of the survive he found that in fact it was a ginger who must have been a part of this gang. looking him over he sighed, the noise of the police coming even closer. "well your alive and can finger us and who knows." carefully lifting the man he dropped him into a firemen carry as he moved to a door on the other side of the room. it looked to have been where the members of the gang had been heading when they were cut down.

it lead to a fire escape to the alley below were a car waited, it was a bit flashy but he could use it. the car he had come here in had been a simple Lincoln Navigate which was no lose to him. they were burn cars as some of the gangs around town were calling them. this car was something he would never have gotten, bright red with sleek lines, it looked like it was made to go fast. he had never been a car guy and this thing had no marks of what it was but the keys were easy to find. buckling the gang member in the passenger side he wrapped him in his dark blue suit jacket. he did not need this man to go into shock while they drove out to the safe house. thinking about the safe house he wondered what the Don would have to say about the blood bath he was leaving behind. "we will have to deal with that when it comes to it." his voice soft like velvet as he spoke to no one in particulate.

the drive out was uneventful, he had passed two cop cars driving to the scene, not once did they think to stop him and find out what he knew. maybe it was the vest and tie on him that kept them from thinking Mob, maybe it was that the car was known and they were payed off. whatever the reason he was happy to reach the simple little bungalow that overlooked the city and the beach beyond. his father had given this place to his mother years before it had come out that they were connected to the mob. she had divorced him and kept it. it was still in her name even though she never used it, which made it the perfect place for him to hide.

carefully he removed the young mans shirt, cleaning and dressing the wound in his shoulder. the pants were a lost cause but he knew he would have flipped if he had woken to being naked in a strange place so he cut them short removing all the bloody parts to not ruin the sheets of the bed. cleaning and dressing that wound too he tucked the man into the bed. only then realizing that he too was wounded. a bullet must have grazed him as he went down the way the wound started under his arm and twisted around to his back. pulling off his vest and shirt he growled at the damage it had done to his suit. he was not going to be able to wear that one again. "you know this had been one of my favorite shirts." he said looking at the sleeping man, not really blaming him for what had happened but still a little miffed. his accent had become a bit thicker with that anger. he winced as let out a sound of pain as he ripped his undershirt from the wound. blood slowly seeped from the wound.