"Kill him." The black clad man known to others only as 'Gin' commanded, speaking softly into the cell

phone. He was leaning against his black Porsche, the ubiquitous cigarette loosely gripped in his right hand.

"Must we?" the voice on the phone asked.

"Loose ends must be... taken care of." Fire danced in the icy-blue, limpid pools of Gin's eyes.

There was no reply from the other end.

"What's wrong? You've quit your 'devil may cry but I don't give a damn' way of thinking..."

"Some unexpected factors arose and unanswered questions remain." The voice replied coolly.

Gin snickered. "Very well. But remember your purpose and don't lose sight of your goal." He turned his

phone off, slipped it into the pocket of his black trench coat, and straightened his back, his golden/blond hair

swaying in the wind. He smiled to himself, stepped into the car, and began to drive, neglecting the seat belt.

"How's it going?" A shorter, stockier man sitting in the passenger seat asked, pushing the bridge of his

sunglasses up.

"She says there are still some questions. We'll have to wait," Gin answered as he smothered the flame

of his cigarette, twisting it and tossing the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"But... are you sure that she's not stalling for time to hatch a plan?" Although he was afraid of the man

sitting beside him, one who killed people and later laughed it off as a joke, he ventured to ask another question,

hoping that Gin was in a tolerant mood.

"Of course not." Gin stepped on the brake as he encountered a red light and faced the man sitting

beside him. "Hat!" he snapped.

Obediently, Vodka pulled his black hat lower, shielding most of his facial features from the cameras.

Satisfied, Gin continued, "She won't do anything rash... as long as her sister's here" he glanced

at the traffic lights. Still red. "Once she gets enough information to perfect APTX-4869, she'll use it to get

rid of him." As the light turned green, he stepped on the gas. Gin continued speaking to Vodka, although

his eyes were now on the road. "Of course, if that doesn't work, there's always the... traditional method"

Vodka grinned and fingered the gun in his pocket, Gin's smile mirrored on his face.