Devon kissed his mother on the cheek as he headed out the door with his bookbag in hand. "See yuh later, Mumsy! Got early track practice before classes," he lied casually before closing their yard gate behind him.

"Morning, Mr. Bailey!" Devon greeted his elderly neighbour watering flower beds nearby. He feigned walking towards the main road at an easy clip, listening for sounds of the old man puttering about his garden. Once seemingly out of sight, Devon doubled back and ducked behind thick bushes adjoining the local Seventh Day Adventist church.

Swiftly shedding his uniform, he slipped on his signature hero costume then tapped the high-tech mask covering his tense features.

/+/+/+/ Dread Charge at 100%

Devon immediately triggered the hidden Dread Bar display, noting he had full energy stores for the moment. "Time to see what other secrets lie inside Killz's lion den," he muttered. Activating stealth settings, the sleek suit emitted minimal noise despite his swift passage using parkour tricks.

Within minutes, The Blur was swooping through Sherwood Forest's vine-strewn canopy utilizing his dreadlocks. Effortlessly swinging past wealthy mansions and secluded country clubs, he marvelled at lands only seen on exclusive travel shows before today. Quite a contrast from the overpoliced concrete jungles many citizens like his mother occupied.

Landing atop a sturdy Copperwood tree overlooking Killz's reported address, The Blur's eyes widened assessing the sprawling luxury compound now in view. "Wow, this man place is luxurious."

He slowly surveyed the palatial hillside villa with its Romanesque facades, imported Italian vehicles parked out front and even a shimmering pool where bikini-clad girls relaxed. Plenty more sports cars and bulletproof sedans filled the 8-car garage from what his scanning revealed.

"Guess when him say him own multiple vehicles, him never lie," The Blur thought. His electromagnetic sight detected numerous concealed defences plus no less than a dozen well-armed guards securing the perimeter even now.

Squinting closer through the tree line, his focus darted identifying possible infiltration routes for later reconnaissance. But glancing at his HUD display, The Blur realized hours remained before the scheduled afternoon function began. He sighed, settling in to observe party preparations from his leafy vantage point and gather intel discreetly.

Over the next few hours, numerous vehicles cruised up Killz's palm-lined driveway carrying expected guests. The Blur analysed each visitor closely through Auric Grid vision, identifying hazardous Coco abilities or weaponry from his growing underworld dossier.

"Hmm, nice choice packing Tek-9's to a squirrel shootout," he muttered seeing one fidgety arrivals' energy signature. His brow raised next assessing a curvaceous beauty's crystalline dress that concealed razor-sharp properties. "Deception everywhere in these circles..."

Near 3 PM by his HUD clock, The Blur's burner phone rang showing Killz's ID. He answered promptly, "Wha gwaan, Bossman? Almost reach, just 5 more--"

Killz cut him off sharply, "Yuh sure is taking yuh ever-loving time! When mi invite you to my crib, that mean come promptly or else!" The gang lord left the threat hanging before continuing. "How much longer yuh be, youth?"

The Blur cleared his throat, quickly improvising. "Apologies, Don. I’m on the road inna taxi already, so maybe 15 minutes top--"

"Make it 10! Can't afford yuh slacking on me any more today," Killz grumbled before abruptly hanging up. The Blur inhaled slowly, steeling jittery nerves before dropping from concealment and hastily changing into civilian gear he had stored in his bag.

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He sprinted towards the main driveway entrance at super speed while rehearsing viable reasons for his perceived tardiness. The Blur shed hero persona. Fully as Devon now , he approached the first security checkpoint manned by a burly enforcer sporting spiral face tattoos.

"State yuh business here, little bwoy," the guard challenged gruffly with his heavy pistol aimed squarely at Devon's chest. Before responding, Devon spied Killz himself marching over bellowing loudly.

"Let him through! That young lion be my personal guest of honour," Killz proclaimed, grasping Devon's shoulder firmly in greeting. He waved the wary guards aside and began ushering his ward towards the grand foyer.

"Yuh certainly took yuh royal time arriving! I’ve been waiting to properly celebrate yuh latest achievements," Killz exclaimed, guiding Devon inside his lavish mansion. Lively dancehall music boomed from unseen speakers while chatter and laughter echoed further within.

Devon rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, well sorry 'bout that still. Had few classes to attend before schools released we..."

"Pfft, scrimping 'bout some classroom when I plan on stuffing yuh wallet full as a Christmas hog today!" Killz scoffed. "Once yuh fully part of my crew, yuh life change drastically. Money, power, girls and connections - all yours, my youth..."

As Killz steered them through the vibrant throngs, Devon carefully recorded details both visually and onto his costume's encrypted cloud. Faces, gear, affiliations - nothing escaped his enhanced observational skills. Never could tell what criminal ties might become leverage someday.

"Yah so, my top lieutenant, Killa Roc - handles enforcement and garrison security. He will take care of you anytime you need some muscle or artillery that shot!" Killz nodded towards a stone-faced giant whose braided beard contained silver beads spelling D-E-A-T-H. Devon winced internally but offered respectful greetings to the glowering figure.

"And here's Tenor, my main accountant. Him balance the many legit businesses like car sales, clubs and all-inclusive resorts.." indicated Killz. The diminutive man in spectacles waved before resuming a phone call full of numbers and corporate phrases.

Killz continued to steer Devon through lively face-to-face networking on route towards the backyard gazebos; Devon tallied at least two dance crews from rival towns posturing aggressively. He spotted a crudely tattooed man twitching from seemingly hyperactive powers while security hovered cautiously nearby. The youth definitely didn't feel safe just yet.

"Now to introduce yuh to the real backbone of my empire.." Killz smiled broadly, sweeping his arm towards three stunning women lounging nearby. They wore matching dragon emblem shirts hardly constraining their curvaceous forms. Devon blinked twice before catching himself gawking foolishly.

"My darling baby-mothers - the real bosses round here, yuh see!" Killz joked loudly. "That's Millicent with the long black hair… Lisa there rocking the blonde look and my first love, Minerva holding our newest son."

The ladies gave courteous smiles that didn't reach their shrewd eyes fully. Devon could easily picture this trio running their own ruthless organizations if Killz ever stumbled. He would deeply regret getting on their bad side.

"Shawty wanna thug, well step into my world..." sang the dancehall anthem playing as Killz steered Devon poolside where bikini-clad girls gyrated and sipped drinks. Men hooted raucously nearby with heavy gold chains glinting on bare chests.

"Pick any pretty gyal yuh want and enjoy yuhself now!" urged Killz, handing his protégé a sparkling glass. Two curvaceous women immediately flocked to Devon, cooing eagerly at his athletic frame. But their overly familiar caresses made him shrink defensively.

"Uh, no disrespect... I'm just here on business ya know..." Devon carefully extracted himself from their clingy grip. Killz frowned momentarily before a loud altercation nearby drew his attention. Devon seized the chance to slide discreetly indoors while Killz rushed over cursing to break up two gangsters arguing heatedly.

Alone again, Devon expanded his stealth aura being extra cautious navigating the occupied residence. Workmen were actively renovating rooms on the ground floor but upper levels seemed reserved for the boss' private affairs. If anything shady hid on the premises, they likely lurked up there away from prying eyes. Devon quickened his search.

Approaching a closed office with double oak doors, Devon detected hushed conversations suddenly cease within. His hand carefully tested the unlocked handle when approaching footsteps made him pivot defensively.

Rounding the corner came Killz deep in discussion with a slender woman partly concealing her features beneath an elaborate masquerade mask. Instinct screamed for Devon to swiftly withdraw realizing the notorious assassin's identity too late.

"Oh hey, here's my rising star pupil Devon!" Killz announced brightly, beckoning the tense youth closer. "Was just telling Miss Dart how much yuh remind me of myself when I was just a hungry youth eager to--"

Whatever else Killz said faded into white noise as Devon fought hard to concealed his shock at facing one of the underworld’s most feared killer - Poison Dart!