Shane Rossacks groaned as he slowly came to consciousness, his head pounding with a relentless ache.He cleaned a stream of blood from his nose and when he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a large, opulent bathroom surrounding him, the silvery fixtures and fittings gleaming in the dim light.As he sat up, he realized he was lying on the cold, marble floor, naked and vulnerable.Shane scrambled to his feet, his heart racing as he took in the sight of the luxurious bathroom. The walls were adorned with intricate golden patterns, the bathtub was a pristine white with delicate claw feet, and the mirror above the sink was framed with ornate carvings. The fittings were all of the highest quality, clearly imported goods from far-flung lands..“Where is this place?” he asked himself.As he surveyed his surroundings with a mix of confusion and awe, Shane's mind raced with questions. How had he ended up in this lavish bathroom? And more importantly, who was he?He stumbled over to
"I hear a pulse!""What! Impossible!""He's alive!" The voices were audible. "Yes! Not like that boss. Boys, stop the movement, Vito is alive." The voice was distant. As Shawn Rossacks slowly regained consciousness, the rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor flooded his ears together with the voices. His body felt heavy as if he were floating in an abyss, disconnected from the world around him. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.He opened his eyes and he saw a team of doctors and nurses running towards him. "He's alive," another masculine voice confirmed. "Check his vitals.""All perfect.""No, this is impossible," the masculine voice, now reckoned to be the doctor exclaimed. "This is magical!"With his eyes closed, Shawn realized that there was no pain whatsoever in his head. He stood still as he was injected, the bearable pain bringing about a twitch. Images from the moments before his apparent death flashed before his closed eyelids. H
"Boss, we thought we lost you!" a man said when he rushed in. He wore a jacket and a chain hung down his neck. "I am not your boss, I am Bruce, Bruce Wayne!" he replied. "Boss, look at me," he said, terror in his eyes. "I am Arturo, Arturo Vof. The ass-kicker, the throat slither.""I don't know you," Bruce maintained. "He must be in shock. But he is one hell of a tough guy…" the doctor was cut short as Arturo choked him by his collar."My boss? A guy? He's a god, the god of the street! Now if you don't want me to show you why I'm the throat slither, shut your gob!" Arturo blurted and knelt beside Bruce's bed. "I understand, boss. With time, you'll be fine." "Me! A god?" Bruce said to himself amidst the argument. "Let's do a final check, please," the doctor said with a plea and Arturo walked out after a nod from Bruce. The nod came as an afterthought.Immediately Arturo was out, Bruce sat up on the bed. "May I have a mirror, please?""Wow," again the doctor exclaimed and gestured
After the call, Bruce dropped his head in fear. Arturo stared at him and for the hundredth time, Bruce wondered what would have been Vito’s response to the things that were showing up before him.As Bruce, they were tough to handle, but for Vito, could they be less tough? Also, Apart from being Vito’s incarnate, he had a lot to conceal and the first was how to prove that he was okay after being shot six times. The next was how to lead the Mane District to war. He lifted his eyes to look at Arturo and he stood there looking back at Bruce. "Boss, anything?" Arturo asked.Bruce knew that Arturo was suspicious. "Leave me be for some time," Bruce managed to say and Arturo nodded before he walked out.Immediately the door was closed, the sounds came again – cranking and beeping, and finally, the voice.SYSTEM: Hello, Bruce. I know you must be confused about what to do in Vito’s body. Your enemy has shone himself to you but there is still more to know. Isn’t it?"Definitely!" Bruce answered
Bruce sprang into action as soon as he received Arturo's distress call. Without wasting a moment, he briskly made his way to the bathroom, preparing for the task at hand. The cold water cascaded over his body, sharpening his senses and focusing his mind. As he took his bath, a sense of urgency dawned upon him and he hurried through the early morning cultures. With renewed vigour, he stepped out and approached his wardrobe, carefully selecting a pair of pants and a comfortable T-shirt. To complete his ensemble, he reached for the iconic trademark jacket and slipped it on.As Bruce made his way outside, he found Arturo anxiously waiting in the hallway. Arturo's eyes were filled with a mix of fear and despair, his firsthand experience of the outposts' destruction evident. Arturo had been a loyal henchman in the Mane District, but this sudden and devastating attack had shaken him to his core. Bruce acknowledged his distress with a solemn nod, silently understanding the gravity of the si
"Attack!" Bruce ordered. "Attack!" Host ordered too.The air crackled with tension as chaos erupted in the Mane District. Gunshots echoed through the narrow streets, intertwining with the shouts and screams of combatants who fell to the floor and winced on the verge of death. In the brief lull that followed, the forces of the Mane District swiftly manoeuvred into position, familiar with the intricate pathways surrounding the mansion. They took cover behind sturdy barricades, bulletproof cars as they know them and unleashed a relentless barrage of bullets upon their adversaries, while the Yaaz hustle struggled to find adequate shelter amidst the chaos.Bruce and Arturo, perched atop the mansion, rained down fire upon the attackers. Arturo briefly departed, disappearing into the confines of Bruce's room, only to return moments later with a sniper rifle in hand. Passing the weapon to Bruce, they locked eyes, their determination unwavering. Memories of the rifle were that it had taken o
The Goldfield's canopy was a high-security area, and access was strictly restricted. It was peace to finally be back where he once worked as Bruce Wayne. But he was going in as Vito DiMarco, the mafia boss. Bruce, however, was determined to enter. He pounded on the doors, demanding to be let in, causing quite a commotion. The security personnel checked the CCTV footage and were surprised to see such a persona on the premise. Alarmed, they contacted the CSO, who rushed to the scene."Who are you? What is going on here?" the CSO asked, holding his handgun."Bind me with whatever you can," Bruce said knowing that it was a day when the chairman and all heads of the organization would be present. Also, he knew that he would be watched are the moment. "Just take me to the chairman. I know something that he has to know. I have a piece of information that would keep his life and the company."In the respite that followed, a call came through for the CSO and after the call, he ordered that Br
Bruce waited patiently as the rescue team untied his foot, lowering him down from where he had been suspended.He stared into their faces, knowing that there would be allies, and probably, a mole within them. Somehow, Bruce realized that he was having two memories - he remembered his place and position as Bruce Wayne, coupled with his interaction and impact at the Goldfield Canopy; also, he remembered the feeling as Vito DiMarco. "We thought you were dead," one of them exclaimed, to which Bruce simply nodded.He didn't recognize anyone from the team, nor did he know the details surrounding Agent Payne's demise. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before he found out. Right now, all he knew was that he was Agent Payne, and he had been killed by someone who needed to be nabbed. Once his feet touched the ground, Bruce stood up and let out a sigh. He surveyed his surroundings and noticed an adjoining room with an open door. "We need to check on you, sir. You have been missin