Infinity: Rising of the Soul Weavers

* Trevor Daniel - Falling *

-In a poor looking building in Torinto city-

"Have you brought everything down the truck?" A man in an elegant black suit asked one of his lackeys in a stern voice.

"Yes sir, we've brought the last box of packages and we'll be done for today after this." One of the lackeys answered quickly.

"Good," he replied with a sigh.

"Oh my goodness, you're early!" An old lady's voice boomed as she opened the double set of doors leading to the poorly structured building. 

"Haha," the man laughed in a business like manner. "We just happened to finish our run earlier than usual. Some call it luck, but I tell ya our new driver is something else!" 

Hearing that, one of the lackeys, presumably the drivers, instantly puffed out his chest to show how proud he was.

"Oh dear hahaha!" The lady laughed and ushered them inside.

""Hello Mr. Joe!"" Many voices called out as soon as the man entered. Most of them seemed either feminine or quite young.

"How has everyone been doing?" He asked in a friendly manner, while smiling to the kids.

Many kids ran towards him for a hug while others answered that they were good because of him. 

"The winds of the night are quite cold you know," the old lady muttered. "And food is pretty hard to come by. Having their bellies full of warm food is a blessing they didn't get to always experience in their lives. 

"Everyone here at the shelter is very thankful for your kind, merciful, and most importantly, continuous help, Mr. Joe." The old lady tried to bow as much as she could but the man stopped her.

"It's alright, no need to thank me or bow and damage your back," he stopped her. "As I've mentioned earlier, I'm merely doing this to pay a debt I owe. However, truth be told, I'm beginning to like this…" he talked as if longing to a feeling he's forgotten existed.

"However, I also want you to know that I'm still working on your job offers," he said with a smile. "I've recently bought a new property that I'm planning to convert into a working space for every capable hand.

"Those who have degrees will work in the offices in jobs that corresponds to their profession, those who don't will be trained to fit their future roles, and lastly, those who are not willing to work behind a desk will work as janitors or be transferred into another place to work as construction workers." 

Hearing that, everyone, especially the adults' faces seemed to brighten up considerably. 

"Oh and before I forget, those who have young children and still wish to work can leave them in the new kindergarten that's going to be opening soon on the same property."

With that, they almost got quite at how generous Mr. Joe was, but then in an instant, their cheers became loud enough to be mistaken for a fight.

…

Moving the food packages inside and bidding everyone a farewell, the man and his men strode into their truck and left the scene.

"Boss," one of the lackeys called. "How long are we going to keep on doing this for? I know that you have a deal with Wraith, but does that deal ever end?"

"Hm, and why would you ask that?" Red Joe asked calmly. "Is it possible that you're missing killing and watching your friends get killed?"

"Oh, no, no!" The man instantly shook his head. "I only ask because I'm worried about what we're going to do once this is over, that's all. 

"You know, boss, I've only joined the crime life because society had no place for me. But I'm rather happy now that we're continuously helping shelters across the city. It brings me immeasurable joy!" He said honestly with a big smile.

"Good to hear that," Red Joe smiled. "Then rest assured that we're not dropping this charity work any time soo-"

Just as he was about to finish the sentence, a large black SUV bumped into their truck from behind. And it didn't stop at that, instead, two other SUVs formed a blockade in front of them.

"Boss, down!" The driver yelled as he ducked down with Red Joe as a barrage of bullets broke through the windshield. 

While the driver didn't get hit with any bullets, he had lost control of their large truck.

'Oh no… of course it would happen on the day we're not having the armoured truck!' Red Joe yelled in his mind as he felt gravity losing control over his body before it got tossed around like a crazy ball the moment they hit the blockade.

The truck flipped a couple of times before halting as it hit the edge of a large building.

"AHAHAHA!!" A crazy laugh could suddenly be heard as it woke Red Joe from his unpleasant blackout. 

Fortunately, he wasn't heavily injured since he had his seatbelt on, and even though not armoured, the truck had some good safety measures installed.

"The one and only mafia boss, the boss of Torinto city, Red Joe, is making shelter deliveries in the flesh!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" the crazy voice could be heard again.

Unplugging his seatbelt and trying to look around, he found that his men already had their weapons pointed at their assaulters. 

"Now, now, how come you do charity and carry a gun on you at the same time?" The man with the crazy voice asked.

"Tch, Pinguin?" Red Joe muttered, looking at the man surrounded with about fifteen of his lackeys. 

The man was known as the Penguin since he was short and fat. Furthermore, he used to leave a signature card after each operation he went through, and that card had a Penguin's face plastered on it.

Looking closely at his men, he found that most of them didn't have guns, meaning they had powers. 'We have two men with guns, and two men with powers, excluding me, how will we play this out?' he thought to himself.

"You know, seeing you defeated was a dream of mine, I'm so happy to have had the opportunity to ambush you today, after so much work! Maybe this dream of mine will finally come true!" He said.

"Hm, so you're saying that there's a traitor amongst my men?" Red Joe said in the hopes of buying time. 

His backup should already be on the way considering their truck has flipped over, that's an instant emergency call. 'But if it's true that there's a traitor, there's no say how far they would have gone… did they already kill my men at the warehouse?'

"You've always been a genius Joe, how did you figure it out, want to enlighten me?" Pinguin said with a frown while licking his gun sadistically.

"Hm, pretty simple. You've just mentioned that this was an ambush that took you a while to plan, this could only mean that you've had the opportunity to review some vital information in order to get the perfect opportunity and timing for such an ambush.

"Getting ambushed on the day my armoured truck is put to a different use… that's no coincidence, a simple child would have been smart enough to realize." He spit out like venom, insulting Penguin while at the same time answering his question.

"Hahaha, pretty accurate!" Pinguin chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll get your daughter in that armoured truck of yours pretty soon too!" 

"You b*stard you better leave her out of this!" Red Joe yelled, feeling his temper rising and his calm disappearing.

"Or what?" He retaliated as another crazy sounding chuckle left his throat.

"Or I cut that disgusting throat of yours," a cold voice said quietly as the wind suddenly got colder and stopped swirling around.