My Novel Side Project ~ Part 3

So Gene hit the streets, but only for a while. He knew dam well he wasn’t going to find any potential talent, not with the uproar after the third world war. Gene went into the “Emerald Bar & Club” for a drink. Three hours later, exactly what Gene was hoping would happen, did.

A relatively young man, slim, muscled build, tall with long dark brown hair, with worn clothes was sitting in the corner of the club when he was a approached by a gangster-styled white youth.

“Hey Hobo man, I wanna’ sit ‘ere. Leave!” The youth puffed out his chest a little to try to show some authoritative figure.
The poor man smirked widely,
“You know, there’s something wrong with your hat.” He pointed to the now offended youth’s visor.
“What’s wrong wit it!” The youth proclaimed profusely. The poor man reached up and turned the youth’s visor so it was now on straight.

“You see items of clothing look right when you wear them how the designer intended them to be worn.” He finished with a smile. The youth moved his visor back around before pulling out a butterfly knife. He was pissed.
“I told you to move outta’ me motherfucking seat, you hobo fucker. Now do it!!” He gave a wave of his knife.

“O you ruined your hat again,” The poor man frowned. He reached to move into back into place again. The youth went to stab him and in a flash of moves, ended up disarmed by the poor man. He pulled a semi-automatic pistol from his tracksuit jacket and pointed it at the man.
“I said MOTHERFUCKING MOVE!” Everyone in the club was silent, staring at the youth with the gun, who was creating a huge debacle out of nothing. The poor man sighed and smiled.
“Bad suggestion,” and in three subtle movements, the youth was disarmed of his weapon, and thrown on the floor of the club along with given a broken jaw. The youth shell shocked, he couldn’t believe what had just transpired in as little as half a second.

The poor man walked out of the door of the club, followed by Gene. Gene took and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you William,” in a somewhat friendlier tone than he’d usually give.
“Er, I think you have the wrong person mate. My name isn’t William.” He was slightly baffled, definitely caught off guard.
“It is now. You’ve now also got a job.” William was still clueless as to what seemed to be going down. Gene began to guide William towards his car, a Preena X-Gold, a simple average wage earners vehicle.
“My name is Osiris, not William. Mate, you have the wrong person.”

Gene ushered William into the passenger door.
“William’s your name now. In this job, each team member is given a generic name, for which they will answer to. Your given name, depending on what it is, will either become your code name or be discarded and another word will be used as your code name. Lucky for you Osiris is one of those names that is perfect for a code name.” William was becoming uneasy with the situation he now found himself in.
“I don’t want be William and I don’t think I want to be in this job you’ve got going.” Gene was fed up.
“I don’t care, so shut the fuck up for the rest of the ride, because you’re going to be in this job whether you want to or fucking not.”

The ride was eerily silent for the rest of the way.