A/N: Back with a brand new chapter folks. I don't own Eye of the Tiger by Survivor or Repo!, I do however own a computer with which I writing fanfic that involves both. Please read, enjoy and review.

Chapter 21: Eye of the Tiger

It's the eye of the tiger

It's the thrill of the fight

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night

And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

The din of a busy police station was usually something of a comfort to Danil Charnell. It was like a chaotic lullaby sung by a neurotic mother, disjointed and senseless yet somehow still soothing. Today was different, however, today was different. Today he had the gut wrenching displeasure of looking at the possibility of charging a Largo sibling with a crime, an act that could cost him the lives of his loved ones and even his own. Lately the brothers had been getting sloppy, Pavi Largo especially so. Whether it was because of his newfound freedom or an accident or bad luck, he'd left evidence on his latest victim, a prostitute who usually got business from the higher class. Fingerprints, something he'd never left before, had been on several of the items in her bag. While that was circumstantial at best what they found near her body was utterly damning, his wallet, complete with I.D., credit cards and a number of other identifying odds and ends. Sloppy indeed, he must have been in a hurry.

It would figure he was the one that got stuck with this case. He was the only one who ever looked into the Largo family's criminal acts. He was the only one who never turned a blind eye to one of their victims. He was the one who didn't ignore or destroy evidence that pointed to them as the culprits behind something. He was the only one, so try as he might there was no stopping everyone else from covering up for the siblings. This time, though, he was going to try and see this one through to the end. This time he had enough evidence and insurance that said evidence would not be tampered with. He wasn't popular around the place to begin with and he knew he was just going to get less and less popular if he managed to get this thing as far as an arraignment, let alone to an actual court date, so he figured he might as well get a head start and asked the captain of the precinct if he could hold the evidence somewhere he felt was safe. The captain, not being entirely informed of what the whole thing was about he being far too high on zydrate to care either way, agreed to it. Nerve-wracking as it was, Danil was keeping the evidence in a hermetically sealed bag in his desk.

He talked to Galena over the phone about it. She tried to comfort him and work some her psychology mumbo jumbo on him, but it just didn't work. He guessed this was something he'd have to work out on his own. He had the strongest urge to get some chains wrap them around his desk, padlock them and swallow the key. It was either that or take his desk home with him. He wasn't allowed to stay overnight after that little incident where he overheard an officer discussing the terms of a bribe with someone and arrested him. That was probably the moment everyone realized that he was much more of a straight arrow than the rest of them. He hadn't been well liked since and he considered himself lucky to still have his job. Actually, he wasn't entirely sure if lucky would be the word, more like unlucky. They were probably praying or plotting for the day he'd be shot in the line of duty, killed and no longer a thorn in their side. They'd probably throw an office party while Galena mourned, they'd put up a false front of sorrow but never would they actually mean it. Danil didn't try to even fool himself for a second into believing he had friends in the precinct, he knew that even those who were "friendly" with him were only that way to make sure he didn't catch on to their illegal activities, it never worked.

"Hey, Charnell!"

Danil turned in his chair to see one of the uniformed officers coming towards him. If he were anyone else he'd be addressed by this particular amoeba with a little more respect, but he was Danil Charnell and people didn't respect him, they feared him and people attacked and shunned what they feared.

"What is it?"

"There's a fight over at The Spades nightclub. It's pretty bad and they want a detective to go in with us. We were told you were available at the moment."

Danil sighed, he wasn't really but he knew they'd force him to go anyway, "Alright, let's get a move on then. By the time we get there it'll probably be a murder investigation."

"Whatever you say, Charnell. Oh, and I heard the Largo brothers are involved in this fight, may have even started it, just so you know."

So that's why he was available even when he really wasn't. They were hoping the Largo's had already been informed of his investigation, and would kill him. Well, he had just spoken to their sister so…yeah, it was a good thing he finalized his will after that whole Christmas fiasco years before. Never knew what day would be your last in this business. Actually, in general, you never knew what day might be your last.

Indigo was beginning to think that today may be her last. Luigi was a feral opponent who'd go to any lengths to finish her off. She'd never fought anyone like that before, never. She'd been in many scrapes over the years, in school and on the streets, usually to keep what was hers in her possession. Sometimes it was money, other times it was food but almost always she won the fights she got into. This time, however, it didn't even look like she was going to live to fight another day. She should have known better than to stick around after the Largo brothers showed up, talk about asking for it.

She fought like a cat, clawing and swiping at her opponent with sharped nails. There were several nasty scratch marks on Luigi's face. She'd managed to knee him in the stomach once, it knocked the wind out of him and gave her enough time to crack a beer bottle over his head, but it wasn't enough to knock him out or put him down. Stupid, cheap glass! He rammed into her and knocked her onto the ground. He pulled his knife then. She sat up and slapped it out of his hand sending it clattering away. That just made him angrier. He was atop her in an instant, hands around her throat, chocking the life out of her. There were black spots dotting her vision and she struggled to take in even a little oxygen, even a little. Suddenly the weight was lifted off of her, her throat freed and she gulped in oxygen, life giving, wonderful oxygen. She sat up and looked to see what had removed Luigi so suddenly from his self-appointed task of killing her. On either side of him, each holding an arm, were Graverobber and someone who looked ridiculously like him. Someone she only vaguely remembered from years ago, King Xerxes.

"Not you, anyone but you!" Luigi shouted in Graverobber's face.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Xerxes asked rhetorically.

"Aw come on, there's two of you now?"

"Settle down Luigi, unless you want to get hurt," Graverobber warned darkly.

"Ohh, I'm just trembling in fear. Wait till my lawyers hear about this one, you two are going to be locked away for the rest of your lives!"

Meanwhile Pavi was contending with a force unlike any he'd encountered before, namely the full on angry, crazy strength of one Jo Abernathy. What woman dressed like this, what woman fought like this, how could any woman be this strong? She tried to mow him down with the stool again, he dodged just barely in time. She spun and caught him on the side, he thought he heard a rib crack, maybe two. He'd feel particularly lucky if it was only two ribs that were broken by the end of this fight, where did switchblade get to? He knew he should have brought in the gun. He tried to run past her, but ran into Kell's solid chest. Pavi tried to back up, but Jo was right behind him and he never knew a stool to look so intimidating before. Kell was holding a chair by its back and looked ready to use it if that's what it came to. Pavi knew when he was in a situation he couldn't get out of.

"I, a-surrender, hmm."

He simultaneously felt the stool slam into his left side while the chair crashed down on his head. He was out cold.

"That felt good to do, Femme-Face has had that coming for a while," Jo declared, her already high pitched voice higher than normal.

Kell laughed and shook his head, "Give me five, Jo," he said and raised his hand up.

"Five what?" Jo asked, "Five sticks! Look, Kell, I've got a lot more than five. If I lend you five you gotta promise to take care of them and return them in perfect condition or else."

Kell sighed and lowered his head, "Yeah, never mind Jo."

The crowd let out an enormous cheer as Graverobber and Xerxes pinned Luigi down onto the bar. Indigo was laughing her head off and mocking Luigi.

"C'mon, babe, let's get Pavi over to Graves."

Jo grabbed Pavi's legs and Kell grabbed his arms. They dragged him over to where Graverobber, Xerxes and Indigo were. Indigo looked over to them and gave them a thumbs-up. Suddenly the doors to the club burst open and police came storming in. Once all of them had filed in, Amber Sweet strode in looking furious. It seemed they'd arrived at the same time. Either that or she had called them.

"Hah!" Luigi screamed at Graverobber, "Now you're going to get it, you pasty-faced freak!"

"Luigi! Pavi! I'll have your heads mounted over the fireplace for this!" Amber screeched

The police looked to her, not sure what to do. When the Largo's were involved in something, their word was the final one on matters. Whatever Amber told them to do in this instance, they would.

"Arrest my idiot brothers, I don't doubt for a second they started this and keep them there for a week or so, that oughta knock some sense into them!"

The police were initially shocked at the order but quickly moved to apprehend Pavi and Luigi. Pavi, incapable of doing anything but lying unconscious on the ground, had to be carried out by two cops. Luigi went kicking, screaming and cursing the whole way.

Amber sauntered up to Graverobber and put a hand on his chest, "Thanks, my brothers needed to be put in their place."

"So, not mad about the will anymore?"

"Oh, I am, but I have something in my possession now, something that may help me get what I want," she smiled sinisterly.

"Oh, is that so?" Graverobber asked, sure she was just talking and didn't really have anything.

"Yes, it is. I got it on my way here, actually. I think I'll see you later, Graverobber."

She left as quickly as she arrived, but after all, she had a guest to tend to.

Half an hour earlier…

Annie knew there was an exit through the fireplace that would take her outside. She wasn't about to let her man cheat on her, she was going to find them out there one way or another and catch him with that woman and give them a piece of her mind. She was tough like that, yeah, she was tough enough to handle the outside world…she was…wasn't she?

Amber Sweet sped down the road near the cemetery.