Crip: "Victor?"

Suddenly there's a loud bang coming from the front of the building. Victor just blew a hole through they're front door. Crip stands up, limping his way away from the guards. There's a bunch of gunshots, and Crip can tell Victor isn't alone. What's he done?

It doesn't take long for Victor to bust through the dining hall door. He scans the room, and spots Crip almost immediately. He strolls over, taking Crip into his free arm and hugging him warmly.
Victor: "You're ok now." He whispers, and tilts his head so Crip would follow him. Crip quickly limps behind Victor, looking at the people that were shooting. There were two women, tough looking ones, and they were shooting the guards in the legs or arms.

Who were these women?

As soon as they're out of the building, Victor leads Crip to a blacked out car and Crip quickly gets in. They speed off before the cops have time to get there.

Crip wonders if Jacob or any others got out.

Victor doesn't speak, he just drives swiftly to an abandoned building, and then exits the car.

Victor: "Come." He says calmly, leading Crip towards his house.
They end up at Victors house, and Crip can't help but let his curiosity get the best of him.

Crip: "Victor..the guards knew your full name."

Victor frowns a bit.

Victor: "Everett..." he says softly, putting a hand on his cheek, "What'd they do to you?"
He asks, a pained look in his blue eyes.
His hand was so warm.
Crips eyes narrow in peace. It's been a while since he's felt Victors touch.

Victor: "I almost blew O'Riley and Reds heads off when you disappeared. It took me weeks to track you down. Who put you there?"

Crip: "J...Jake...his cousin, a cop, lives next door."

Victor sneers: "I knew I didn't trust that guy."

Crip: "I should've listened to you." Crip says, walking closer to Victor, laying his face on the taller mans chest.

Victor: "It's ok now," Victor says while wrapping his arms around his small body.

Crip: "But Victor. The guns..those women. The guards..."

Victor sighs.

Victor: "If I tell you, you must not tell anyone. Not everyone is aware of my bloodline and I'd like to keep it that way."

Crip nods.

Victor: "I'm an assassin."

Crips eyes widen a bit. That's why he's so skilled at killing, and that's why he marks his victims on his skin. It all made sense now.

Crip: "Do the cops know?"

Victor: "Yeah, they've tried to lock me up for a long time now."

Crip: "And Red?"

Victor: "He and O'Riley know who I am."

Crip looks down, taking all this information in.

Victor: "Are you..afraid of me now?"

Crip looks up quickly, slightly confused.

Crip: "No..Victor, I could never be afraid of you."

Victor smiles a bit: "I don't wanna scare you."

Crip smiles back.