Ch. 2<br/>The â€œCrackâ€-down<br/>As Jason glided over the rooftops, he thought of her- Eris Mitchell. Whoever she was, he knew he liked her, and he also knew that she was dangerous; but that was why he liked her.<br/>Coming to a stop on top of a metal cargo container, Jason noticed two things about the harbor: One, that there were five thugs, all out in the open. Two, that they were all seemingly unarmed. This was going to be fun. Too much fun, in fact- there had to be more than just this; Falcone, though stupid, was not having his first rodeo here. As Jason pondered this, a small red beam of light glided across the ground at the groupâ€™s feet. â€œOf course,â€ he thought. There always was some pansy in a faraway apartment that he just wasnâ€™t able to get to. Long range wasnâ€™t his specialty, but he supposed that Eris would have some fun with him later.<br/>Slinking in the shadows around the group of thugs, Jason noticed that 3 of them were fairly portly, almost fat. â€œYummy, a little pork to go with the two chickens.â€ Jason thought, also noticing that one of the thinner two held a metal baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Tsk, tsk, they werenâ€™t just here to bring down a shipment; they were here to send a message. Better make this quick.<br/>Jason threw one of his famous daggers into the lone spotlight above them, knocking it clean out. With a spark and a shatter of glass, the 5 thugs were thrown into near-total darkness. Jason, adrenaline pumping through his veins, became giddy with excitement, and proceeded to start mocking them, making pig snorts and chicken clucks in the shadows, as the 5 thugs started to panic, fearing the worst. Little did they know, â€œthe worstâ€ was putting it lightly.<br/>Jason leapt towards the closest one, a porker. He squealed as Jason plunged one of his 6 in. bowie knives into the fatted flesh. The sweet stench of blood filled Jasonâ€™s nostrils, filling him with so much glee that he giggled out loud, throwing the other four thugs into a pandemonium. Suddenly, the streetlight flickered, casting brief light upon the gruesome scene of their comrade, gutted, with Jason crouching over his dead body, blood splattered over his clownish face. Jason smiled- one downâ€¦<br/>The thin one with the baseball bat flew forward, swinging the weapon in an arc that was formidable, even for Jason. He dodged out of the way, hearing the *splutch* as the barbed wire stuck into the already-maimed body of his comrade. Jason rolled towards the other thin one, aiming a sweeping kick at his skinny legs, shattering both of his femurs. The thug screeched in unbearable pain as Jason brought his knee into the thugâ€™s spine- snapping it clean in two. The thin brute was dead before he hit the ground.<br/>The other two porkers were easy to dispatch, making clean targets for Jasonâ€™s throwing blades. But he last one, the final thug- he was Jasonâ€™s guilty pleasure. Jason retrieved the Barbed-wire bat from the porkerâ€™s body, and walked slowly, menacingly, up to the spindly and terrified gang member.<br/>â€œAsk not for whom the bell tolls,â€ Jason murmured as he brought the bat above his head, the stainless steel glistening in the moonlight, â€œIt tolls for thee.â€ Jason brought it down once, twice, three times into the thin face that had looked at him in horror. But Jason kept going, releasing the endorphins that he had built up from the encounter in the car. Blood flowed like water, flying in droplets everywhere; Jasonâ€™s hands and torso were eventually covered as the convoy of Buicks pulled up to the docks.