2:00 A.M.

Miami, Florida

Unknown Address

Dan angrily drives through the night, driving past streets occupied by skinheads, gangsters, and a small population of overdosing hobos. A voice repeats in Dan's mind, calmly buzzing "Your dealer...might know more about you than you think."

Dan's light blue truck stops by an alleyway, the buildings surrounding it are decorated with graffiti and wooden planks nailed on the windows and doors. A large figure can be seen near a dim light emitting from a dirty trash can, the figure stops rubbing his hands together after spotting Dan's vehicle, emerging from the darkness that hid his appearance.

Dan exits the vehicle, the aroma of cigarettes and smog creates a burning sensation in his nose as he walks up to the behemoth of a man. The figure is revealed to be a fat man looking to be in his mid-50s, his long brown hair was tied together in a neat ponytail, the man seemed to be of Japanese descent. The sound of police alarms break the silence between the two.

Dan: "Seiji."

Seiji: "Good to see you again, Danny. Here for another fix?"

Dan: "Actually...can you tell me what this is?"

Dan reaches into his vest, pulling out a miscolored pill.

Seiji: "I've already told you, that's LSD. Strong stuff."

Without a second thought, Dan pounces on Seiji, pushing him into the ground causing Seiji to knock his skull against the pavement.

Dan: "DON'T FUCK WITH ME MAN, DO NOT FUCK WITH ME. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU."

Seiji: "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Dan bashes Seiji's head against the pavement

Dan: "YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME. THIS ISN'T LSD YOU LYING JAP FUCK."

Dan delivers a jab towards Seiji's nose, creating a loud bone shivering crack.

Dan: "THIS, THIS IS FUCKING PETROLINE."

Seiji grows silent, he gives Dan an icy glare before Dan pushes Seiji's head back to the ground once more.

Dan: "Now, I'm gonna ask you again. What is this."

Seiji: "It's...it's Jetfuel...Rocketfuel..."

Dan: "This isn't some fucking run-of-the-mill drug, this is top shit."

Seiji: "You got one hell of a disco-"

Dan sends a fist speeding towards Seiji's face, Seiji spits out a tooth engulfed in blood.

Dan: "WHO'S YOUR FUCKING SUPPLIER. WHO'S GIVING YOU THIS SHIT AND WHY ARE YOU SELLING IT FOR TWENTY FIVE FUCKING BUCKS?"

Seiji: "FUCK YO-"

Dan grabs Seiji by the ponytail and begins pulling it to the point where it could be fly right off of Seiji's head in one swift motion.

Dan: "WHO."

Seiji: "ACK, STOP! STOP! THE FUCKING MAFIA, THE MAFIA MAN!"

Dan: "WHICH FUCKING MAFIA?"

Seiji: "YAKUZA AND RUSSIAN MAFIA, FUCK GET OFF OF ME!"

Dan: "GIVE ME A NAME. GIVE ME A FUCKING NAME!"

Seiji: "I JUST GET THE-OW OW OW-I JUST SELL THEIR SHIT MAN, THEY DON'T TELL ME JACK!"

Dan releases Seiji from his grasp, finally getting off of his fat body. Seiji's face has been pummeled into bruises and red mush. Dan brushes himself off and delivers a kick to Seiji's nether regions.

Dan: "YOU HAVE ONE WEEK, YOU HEAR ME? ONE FUCKING WEEK FOR A NAME. IF YOU DON'T GET A FUCKING NAME FROM EITHER MAFIA, I WILL STOMP ON YOUR HEAD UNTIL IT'S NOTHING BUT BRAINS AND BLOOD, YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?"

Seiji: "OK OK! ONE WEEK, THAT'S PLENTY OF TIME, I'LL GET YOU A NAME BY THEN, I SWEAR!"

Dan: "Oh, and one more thing."

Dan swings a speedy foot to Seiji's face, a series of blood erupts from Seiji's nose.