'The Killing Blow'

'Trouble in the Factory : Part 1'

I could feel the rush of dopamine rushing to my head as more happy thoughts ensued, I felt as though I could take on the whole world. "ALRIGHT! HAVE YOUR CONTRACTS OF EMPLOYMENT, IN YOUR HAND, NOW BRING EM IN!"

With this one last shout, the doors opened up and I began counting the men and women coming into the factory. I wasn't worried about losing count, it's really Jason that does that. But as people were coming, someone looked rather familiar to me.

"Oy! You! Where you going?" I asked as I held him by the shoulder.

He just looked at me with a bit of a puzzled look on his face before reality settled in as he realized he should answer the question. "Bradly, I was a foreman here." With that fresh in my mind, I pointed my finger towards my orange-haired brother and told him to go and chat with him.

Once I had told him to go and talk to Jason, the man rushed forward to my little brother as I resumed to looking out for how many people were coming in.

*Jason's PoV*

Seeing the middle-aged man coming towards me, I took the cigarette out of my mouth and turned my head up to him once he was standing right next to me. "What's your name sir?"

"The name's Bradly, I used to be the foreman here." Hearing him say this, I asked him when he last worked here in this specific factory, and he told me that he last worked here in 2042.

I then pointed towards all the men and women coming into the factory and asked him if they were experienced with this sort of work. "They're mostly farm hands from down Wuster Way, but I'll show them, hungry men and women learn fast."

With all this information, I allowed the man called Bradly to carry on and get himself ready for work as I looked back to my older brother, placing the cigarette back in my mouth. As I inhaled the fumes, I looked at Genjiro and saw something in his eyes.

I knew what it was, I've seen it in Izuku's eyes all the time ever since he discovered what his ex was doing behind his back. Except this was on a much larger, grander scale. At all times, Genjiro's been craving to get back at the Italians, even saying to me that one day, he will repay them for their actions.

And I can also tell that it was starting to break him. What proceeded to happen next was clear evidence of that. "DIRTY SCABS! BLACK LEGS!" A man shouted out in the crowd of people behind the steel doors, and I was a little surprised to see a bottle fly out from between the doors.

But my surprise quickly turned to horror when it hit the ground, and in an instant, fire roared from where the bottle had shattered. Someone had just thrown a molotov into the factory.

And this didn't go unnoticed by my silver-haired brother, not one bit. "WHICH BASTARD THREW THAT!!?" He screamed out, enraged at the sudden act of violence and going full body in the process. "GET HIM OUT HERE!!!" Hearing his demands, the people behind the doors began to start pushing someone from within the crowd closer and closer to my older brother.

The screaming, the shouting, my brother's demand for justice from this act, it carried on until finally, a man that was shorter than me, since I was the shortest member of the family, was tossed out from the swarming mass of people and thrown onto his knees. And he was kneeling directly in front of a pissed off Genjiro.

"So, it was you then was it!?" He shouted as he grabbed the man by the back of his coat and lifted him up onto his feet before slamming him down onto a steel container. The man tried to plead that he was innocent, that he wasn't the one who threw the molotov, but Genjiro wasn't going to let it fool him so easily.

With a savage and eerie smile, he balled up his right hand into a fist and proceeded to beat down on the man's face, attempting to cave his skull in. Immediately, Arthur who was standing next to me the whole time and myself sprung into action as we knew where this was going.