Darklands 5

"So looks like I turned up a lil late"
"You sound like you expected something to be going on sigma"
"I was"
Well Sigma is technically the Godfather. The creator of Darklands and Angels, yet he seems to wander around alone, visiting gangs for a few hours then re-appearing some weeks later. Maybe I should tell you more.
Sigma A.K.A. SigmaDark, the Godfather, Irish Freak, Osinio Sigmata. And occasionally Oisin. What can I say, He's the legend, without him there would just be allot of small time gangs running around all other the place. He served in a SWAT team for some years till one of his colleagues tried to wipe him out, so naturally he formed a gang causes allot of havoc and totally wiped out the city's SWAT teams, then decides to retire from leading a gang.
"So why did you expect something to happen?"
"Some thugs tried to keep me out of the picture"
"You ok sigma” came he frantic voice of Flakey.
"No Corn he’s dead." Corn got another slap round the back of his head.
"Vetch grow up you little dipshit."
"You starting sigma?"
"Yeah what you gonna do about it?"
"Open a case of Stella and get this spot cleaned up. That’s what."
"Ha. So what exactly happened?"
"The Dickwad called Dragon Rider."
"Ah so what happened to him?"
"You shot him you Muppet."
"Oh yeah, well vie killed allot of people tonight."
"Who and why?"
So he started his story. And although I can't recall all the specifics it went something like this....

Sigma walked over to the bridge in the park, a dark shadow loomed in the center of it. As he approached the dim light's helped him make out the face. The face was covered with scars of every size and shape. This guy had a disfigured nose and an ear missing. He slowly turned to look at Sigma.
"Is you da one who know bout darkhands?"
"You mean Darklands?"
"Dat wat me said Darkhands"
"Yeah ok its me, what of it?"
"Me has insructer ions"
"Instructions. Do you have a have a IQ of 7?"
"Huh"
"Just get on with it what am I needed here for?"
"Oh ya me was told, dat sigma must die or me not come back."
"So you plan to kill me?"
"Ya"
"How?"
"Wit dis" the guy pulled out a small pistol with a silencer attached and began to aim at sigma.
Well sigma seen the gun, jumped onto the fence then hurled himself at the brute, swung his foot round and hit the guy as hard as he could on the left side of his face.
There was a loud crack, and the guy fell back dead. Sigma reached down grabbed the gun threw away the silencer and pocketed the gun. He had a feeling things were going to be bad and he might not have enough ammunition in his Desert Eagle.
In quick order he searched he guy for other stuff. He got a few clips, some gum, a phone and a dagger.
He made sure the guns had full ammo, checked his watch, and then dialed Darklands number...
"Hello who is this calling?"
"Its me Sigma."
The phone was hung up at this point.
Then he saw the shadows coming from all directions. There must have been at least a dozen and they all were well armed. Well to save you the hassle of reading about every twist and turn, every shot and explosion ill skip to the end. There was sigma standing alone holding an assault riffle breathing heavily. Blood covered his face but it wasn’t his. He had looted the dead, acquired allot of jewelry and phones, threw allot of guns into his car and set of to the Darklands hideout.