3 3. first job

In the slums narrow corridors, a feeble man in dirty rags and cloths walks, blending perfectly in the crowd around. It was about the end of the afternoon, people where coming home after work, and the disvirtuos where waking up to do their nefarious jobs in the dark hours. The man carried only a simple skin bag, wasn't bothered by anyone.

Arriving at his destination, a shack like many others. No window, although people use the holes and fractures on the wall to peak outside. Just a simple door. That was on the second floor, and cramped as many other simple buildings. There are so many floors above that there is almost no lights. But, because torches and candles where expensive, people stayed in the dark. Some demihumans could see in the dark. Or guide then selves by smell our hearing. The usual people just got used to it. But that man was no local, as such, he carried a simple candle made with poor resources. He stops in front of the door, checks his surroundings and makes a strange and complex melody hitting it. He shivers looking at the corridors, imagining if there was a bloodthirsty creature in the and, preparing its claws for the deadly strike....

The door opens, and the man lose no time to get inside. He stops shivering and looks at the other people in the shack.

The man who just opens the door was the gunslinger, dresses in what was once a beaty full, although exaggerated cape. The purple parts lost their lively brith. He looked as a sad shadow of his once great( although exaggerated) aperance.

He sits on the ground in front of the table, witch is on ground level. As everyone gathers around the table, he puts his lit candle besides one witch was already lighting up the table. He speaks:

" i am the agent sent to give you all the information on the job"

Saying that, he whips out some papers, the first one is a map, witch he points and says:

" this is on the second floor, the entrance is disguised as a home, but our informant don't know what to say to get in"

He looks up at the listeners. The gunslinger in up beside him, arms crossed and one hand on his chim. The woman is opposite to him, hands on hips and a mildly interested face. She had some scars i her face, along with the cold expression, she wasn't the best face to look at. As such the man look to the other people. The kid was imitating the woman pose, with a comical imitation of that scary face. The turtleman was sitting on his knees on the left, and the cat man was on the right, cleaning his claws with a rusty dagger.

Realising his lack of courtesy, the man asked:

" sorry, but.... your names are...."

He said with a sorry smile

The vigilant just swiped his hand" not important"

The cat said in a sleepy voice: "d'kaji" ending in a yawn and stretching his back as a feline

The turtle man said on his deep voice" jazkal, respectable man"

The kid raised her hand to say:" nayla" with an melodically voice

The woman sigh and say:

"Daija"

The man looks confused at the gunslinger, but nods at the others, and continues:

" so, as i was saying, this place is a hideout for a grup called ' rust tongues', the leader is an man with a muted body, looks like a bras alligator."

" the group is the name in xatis lotus( a drug witch aceleretes the body metabolism) and other crimes. They operate as a mafia, and that place is their hideout. The objective is to kill the leader and burn down the place, witch is being used for redistribution and storage, as well as underworld deals, selling of robed merchandise and thief hangout. You can murder anyone inside, but try to keep the deaths as minimal as possible, ideally only the boss dies. Every one got it?"

The gunslinger put his hand on the agent shoulder and drags him gently to the corner, as he is out of reach he whispers:

" why the fuck there is a kid here, that the fuck is wrong with you?"

" that kid has seen many things and lived through to tell the tale, she is also a very powerful magistrate, although a not formal one"

" so she is out of the paper, and nobody would mind if she get hurt, or worse"

The agent hesitates, and say

" this is beyond my paycheck"

He backs up before he cam be further interrogated and say:

" the average police dont know, and cant know about the operation or that the crown forces is involved, if anyone is cauthen, we probably cannot get you out of problem."

Every one in the room stared at the agent, even the small girl,witch had no of the inicial energy. As the man backed to the dor, he opened it behind his back, taking his lit candle with him. Before he closed the door and left, the gunslinger got close and whispered:

"Don't get more attention than nessessary"

And he blew the candle, killing the fire, and closing the door.

After a few seconds, he could not hold it, and gave a quick laugh. The kid regained her previous energy and followed him, not understanding why, just imitating the adult. D'kaji grined and laughed. Daija let a little smile appearing and disappearing in half a second. Only the turtle man got confused, asking what was soo funny about the candle.

" anyone know who this people are?" Daija said.

"Yes, we are not even gona sweet it" the vigilant said, with a confident smile. He was just bluffing, as those people where dangerous, those people burned his hideout. These people where the ones to get closer to and his tale as the legendary gunslinger.

Inside his mind, he shivered. But a plan was already starting to form

"D'kaji, you still have those drugs right?"

" d'kaji know nothing about these drugs you are talking about..." dkaji said.

Although mistifios, the cat man was a terrible liar.