Chapter 91: Ice Bucket
The Simmons kid and his new friends bonded over their love for motorcycles. They spent a lot of time riding their bikes around the city, which made pinpointing their location especially difficult.
Thankfully, whoever had investigated the target before had done a great job and the report they provided had many details, including everything from what the brats ate to where they hung out if they weren’t riding around.
Still, Dante wasn’t going to go around checking each spot until he found the rats; that’s why he asked Volcan to check with his AI friends who worked the surveillance system around the city. Soon enough, they had eyes on the bikers and knew where they were hiding.
As he rode the train to the destination, the anger Dante felt toward this one gig only grew stronger. Seeing the rich brat ride around in a shiny new bike while he had to use public transportation was especially infuriating, which brought his mind back to his need for a vehicle of some kind.
’Maybe I should just steal his bike... It’s not like he will get to ride it again after this...’
Leaning over the railing of a small bridge, Dante raised the cup he was holding and put the straw in his mouth. He sucked in the freezing slushy with a bored expression, watching a group of teenagers laughing in the back of some alley, several motorcycles parked nearby. Derick Simmons was there, and so were his friends. They had a bunch of ladies around as well.
Since the rich brat was from Saint Barton, Dante guessed that the bad crowd he was hanging with likely came from the nearby districts and not from the more dangerous parts of the city like Hollowgrid or White Hill. Street rats were street rats, however.
Most were stupid, reckless, and full of themselves, especially when they were still drunk on puberty hormones. Still, one thing they all knew not to do was to wander too far from their territories, which is why most of the places this particular group chose to hang around were located in Moonstone.
Not the most extravagant district in Neo-Vatra, but a place clean enough that only government workers could afford to live there. Even the gangs in the area were less rowdy and more organized.
The corner where Derick and his friends were currently sitting looked surprisingly clean. The nearby dumpsters weren’t even half full, and there wasn’t a single trash bag on the ground, either. That place was about to become a bloody arena.
"Well," Muttering to himself, Dante looked at the hand he was holding the large cup with. "I guess it’s about time I give these a try."