Redemption |ShadowPeach|

02 - Train

Especially in the kitchen.

I guessed they didn't question it because there wasn't a lot of room in our apartment where we stayed for the time being. It was somewhere to stay that's for sure. After I got done doing my stretches, I felt sweaty and sticky, so I decided to take my shower and enjoy the hot water. I couldn't do that for long, because if I knew anything.

Today was Monday.

And nobody liked Monday-

| Macaque |

We were getting ready to take the train route. Knowing well that the police were not stupid enough to follow further down the rails. That would be a suicide mission. Ordering my men to rob banks and grab as much money as they could carry. Surely, as rich as I am. I like to cause havoc, and you know what that brings? More chaos. And I was one for it. It was all for the money. But only because some idiot thought it was a good idea to betray my rule of being the mastermind.

Disrespect and betrayal. They were sawt unworthy to be anywhere loyal to my business. So, I got rid of 'em.

"Boss-"

Spoke to one of my henchmen, he went by the name of Sey. I looked at him across the room, happening to do that usual glance that spoke 'I mean business' to anyone who spoke up toward me. "If you're going to waste my time, then think before you speak." I replied, looking through paperwork of our next meet up with another mafia. Which happened to be DBK's. I could tell that he was contemplating something in his head. Soon I gave that signature smirk once he responded with the words; "it has to do with the meet up."

"If the Bull King thinks he can run away from what we discussed, then he has another thing coming." I responded. Setting the papers down and looking him directly in the eye. No one could escape me and live to tell the tale of surviving. If anyone double crossed me and got away with it. They would not survive.

I have sources all around the world. My mafia was the biggest in East Asia. Everyone wanted to be a part of it or simply wanted to make an alliance in order to prevent becoming enemies with us Shadow members.

Especially me. Liu er Mihou. AKA; the six eared Macaque. I was named as of such due to my senses being heightened. I was merely born and raised into the family. My father, Li Mihou (pronounced 'Lee' ) retired not so many years ago. It's only been since then. I had been in rule of the mafia since I could remember. Raised and bred to fight. Violence was a main crime that many police wished to put a stop to.

Yeah. Good luck with that. I told myself in my head. A cigar in my mouth while I looked through the plans for later. DBK's mafia wasn't as big as my own. Am I egotistical? Perhaps. But he is no better than me.

- one hour later -

We walked to the train station by foot through the shadows of the city. No one dared mess with us while we are in a vehicle or simply walking on foot. The reason for going by foot was so we couldn't be tracked since vehicles had license plates. But we had another plan if A wasn't going to work. We would use plan B. Going down through the sewers was a mere rat's job.

So we took the underground tunnel system instead. Sey was scouting and Page was on guard duty in case we happened to have been followed. Page was the silent type. She didn't speak unless she was spoken to. Knowing her, she didn't completely speak English. But she understood everything I talked about. Page was from Russia. She spoke when she felt like it. She had been trained by a very powerful group called 'Red Sparrow'.

The Red Sparrow was known for its agency teachings of manipulation and combat. But also. Silence. Which makes her dangerous. In which I absolutely love her. Anything dangerous calls me closer.

Walking among the rails of the old subway tunnels was dangerous. If we weren't careful we could be swept away by a train. Good thing that this old railway was no longer in use, but it leads straight for the new station that was built about three years ago. Soon we were smirking when we made it to the other station.

Our plan was simple. We were going to take a train.

| Wukong |

"Wukong-"

I had fallen asleep at my desk. Again. Murmuring in my sleep, while papers were being glued to my face by my saliva.

"SUN WUKONG!"

I heard a familiar voice boom out my name and I jumped so high out of my office chair it felt more than inches. "Haah? Whaa?" I mumble, sleepily. Feeling a crook in my spine, so I went to fix it. Then to realize that the director was in front of me. Remembering what I was working on, to realize that my paperwork was now attached to my face.

Thank you drool. I told myself. Thankfully that the words could still be read. If you would even call my childish handwriting "good reading". I had worked several days just to often pass out while on duty. I pull it off to hear Nezha begin speaking, "when are you going to go home? You have been working on this case non-stop for days." A concerned director, Nezha, says. Looking at me, crossing his arms. Worriedly looking at me. "You really need to stop sleeping in the office."

"Whaatt? I got tired and needed a nap. I'm only doing this so I can finally find that one location that the mob had planned to meet up at." I said, looking through the papers I wrote. Reading through them thoroughly.

I really needed to work on that. I've been an agent for three years and my handwriting still lacks improvement. I hear nagging in my head, but I was too lazy to listen to it.

Oh wait. That's Nezha still yammering.

"Are you even listening to me, Sun Wukong?" His voice asks. My head was elsewhere. Probably in the clouds of waking up. I shrugged. "I am going to be honest with you. No. I am not. But I do agree with you. Maybe I should go home."

Nezha uncrosses his arms and sighed deeply; "you really need to stop overworking yourself. It isn't good for you."

"Sure it isn't. But so are my eating habits." I joke, smirking a bit. Then to get an idea and grab the papers closer to my face. Only to remember that one episode of True Crime awhile back when I was just a teenager.

I was prepared for every contingency. Although watching that show taught me a lot how to capture criminals better than I have in three years when I started out as an agent in training.

"Head director, we have spotted a sighting of mob activity by the train station. Do you copy?"

Came his walkie talkie from his belt.

"I copy. I'm sending Wukong and three other agents to your location. Stay where you are. Stay out of sight. Do not blow your cover. Am I clear?"

"Roger that."

| MK |

It was 7:12 in the morning now. I was already showered, dressed and ready to walk my butt over to the train station just to get to school. Pulling my bag over my shoulder and making sure to keep my hair up in a bandana so I could see properly. Sure I get picked on for it, but it's like a hair band. It keeps my hair a little more up than usual.

Saying my goodbyes to my dads and making my way to the station so I could make it on the next train. If I missed it, that would suck because my attendance at school is spot on. Not to brag. I get made fun of because I am the smartest kid in school, and in a grade higher than I am suppose to be.

I was lost in thought when I walked into someone. It was a girl. She looked older than me by maybe two years, her hair was dyed the color purple and black. Staring at me for a moment, I bow my head in apology for walking into her. "Sorry for bumping into you, I wasn't watching where I was going!" I say, apologetically. She didn't say a word, she just looked at me and shrugged. Blowing a bubble with her gum, popping it, smirking, "not a problem." She replied.

"Oh. Uh, are you waiting for the next train, too?" I ask, and she responded with;

"yep."

The station had been packed more than usual.