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The sound of footsteps echoed on the room. A man in black suit and black hat walks around, as he saw the arcade games covered with sheet filled with dust he began to remembered something in his past. The room was lit poorly by the bulbs on the ceiling, barely providing some light. On the center of the arcade games there is a long table where customers were allowed to rest or idle. The man walked slowly on the long table covered with sheet. He slowly removed his hat and the white hair can be seen, properly comb until his neck.

Clap clap

On the opposite side of the table, a young man in his 20's wearing the same black suit is seated on a chair as he clapped his hands echoing on the room.

"I admire your bravery mr. Lock." With a wide smile, the young man stand and went closer to the table until the light shine on his handsome face and short black hair.

"Cut the bullshit! I have what you want. You better remember your promise." Lock said in his hoarse voice. His wrinkled face showed some anger and anxiety as he looked at the youngster.

"Ha ha. Of course but first show me the key." The young man said as he showed a playfull smile looking at Lock.

Lock carefully took out a key on his chest pocket and shows a golden key with a plated key chain engraved by 6 random number on his left hand.

The young man became more excited as he went directly to take the key. As he was about to grab the key. Lock immidiately put his hand away, dodging the young man's grab while his right hand pulled out a gun from his sleeve pointing at the young man.

"Your promise kid. I'm not playing around here." Lock said growing impatient.

The young man still with a smile on his face, playfully raised his hands. "Woah, Easy their old man. I'm just gonna check if its authentic. We don't want any ACCIDENTS happening, do we?"

The young man walked slowly and took the key on Lock's hand and began checking it. At the same time Lock pointed the gun aiming on the young man's head.

The young man with a satisfied look took his cellphone and made a call.

"I have it. Release her."

The young man said with a playfull voice. Few minutes later the phone on Mr. Lock's pocket vibrated. Lock took the call while looking at the young man.

"Mr. Lock. We got her. Lady Katrina is safe." Mr. Lock gave a sigh of relief as he remembered his former boss. As a kid that survived a warzone, life was difficult for him. The horrors of war changed his views and mind at a very young age. Seeing his mental state, people in the orphanage are afraid and seems to have lost some hope on him. He then decided to escape and ended up into this very arcade house where he met the man that saved his life.

After confirming that the grand daughter of his former boss is safe, he put down the gun as he heard footsteps and guns clicking inside the room. Soon afterwards he is surrounded by men with black masks holding rifles pointed at him.

"Oh Mr. Lock you think I came here unprepaired didn't you?" The young man said with a playful tone.

"Mr. Edward Lock!" He said with an excitement.

"The old and still feared mobster of the Viktor Family. Tell me, with all those power why do you still play as slave? You can snatch the leader position anytime you want yet still chose to supporting that family."

Mr. Lock made a small sigh and made a dry laugh that made the young man's brow raise.

"Youngsters like you don't understand the meaning of loyalty and honor nowadays. It's useless explaining to you."

"Eeehh.. Your making me cringe with your talk old man. You see this money?" The young man took a cash on his pocket. "This is what the world makes go round. Everyone needs money. Even those loyal girls can turn to whore for money! What difference are they to your loyal bullshit Haha!" The young man said as he mock Mr. Lock throwing the money on his face.

"Think hard Mr. Lock I'm giving you a chance. Join my family. It's time for the new bloods to rule. Face it, without you the Viktor Family is good as half ruined. While you keep rising from above." He said as he make a joyful smile.

"Forget it Mr. Howard. a snake like you who even killed his own father-"

bam bam bam

Mr. Lock was about to finish talking when Mr. Howard pull out a Silver Revolving gun and shot him.

"Such a shame Mr. Lock. Such a shame."

Mr. Howard said with a smile and looked at Mr. Lock lying on the ground. He was about to walk out when Mr. Lock began to laugh.

"What's so funny dying old man?" Mr. Howard said turning around.

"You think you have it all figure it out huh kid?" Mr. Lock said as he cough blood on the ground. "You even took me in my old base when I was still young."

Mr. Howard smiled and humored him.

"Of course unlike you old eras, I do my homework. This old arcade house was your very first base where it all start. And also where it all end~ a fitting place for you don't you think?" He said making a huge smile.

"Ha.. ha.. ha.. Indeed. You've done your homework well. Then you must have certainly know that I still have my old base filled with my old bombs right?" Mr. Lock smiled which gave Mr. Howard frown. He saw a push button on Mr. Lock's right hand and immediately pulled out his gun and shot Mr. Lock on his head.

However what he didn't know is that the bomb Mr. Lock was talking about was a time bomb. The moment Mr. Lock was first shot, he already pushed the button. The only thing left for him to do is to stall some time. Long enough to cut their escape and seal their fate.

As mr. Lock dies with the bullet on his head. An old juke box suddenly play which startled Mr. Howard.

"Mor~tal Kom~bat!!" The juke box began to play.

Upon hearing the music Mr. Howard Ordered his men in haste as they rushed to the exit but- Boom!

Too Late.

Serries of Explosion errupted on the arcade house. The smiling face on Howard face is gone only filled with anger as the scene of fire and explosion become the last thing he sees on his life.