4 4. first job: preparation

"Well, it's easy enough. We disguise ourselves as xatis dealers and infiltrate their hideout. Than, we just blast everything off." The gunslinger said, thinking heroicly about the act, as he thought about most things actually.

The little girl reacted with a sparkling attitude. Jumping from beside daija and sitting in front of him, smiling from ear ro ear. She said:" tell me more, it will be fun, i can't wait to see heroes in action"

The gunslinger fulled his chest with the comment. He stood up, his arms in a dramatic pose, as if hr was a performer in a circus caravan. Looking at her, he said: " I will take care of then, easily, but i am afraid you wont come, it's not a child duty the clear the world of foul people as such"

Nayla closed her expression and returned to beside daija. The woman than said:" this is a ridiculous plan, it wont work"

" and why not?" The vigilant replicated

" do you even know how ro handle these deals? Or how many of they are there, how Strong they are, nothing?"

" I have done this for a while, I can handle myself just fine, Just ask d'kaji" the gunslinger replied

" plan is fine, but d'kaji know nothing of drugs... especially the illicit one you talk about specifically"

" i work with you for some weeks now, i know you have a stock. As long as you don't sell ou traffic it, fine by me"

The barakaja(or catman) stared at the man, considering what he just said, and carefully said:" i may have the one you speak about, as it was cultivated by our people for many generations, we took it here actually"

" fine than, just bring ir here, as it will be just a few, we can say it's a sample as well. We will even bring an original cultivator of the flower" said the gunslinger

Daija sign and just nods, she thought.

.....

They all wait d'kaji to get back with the sample. While waiting, the karumbe, or turtle man started some small talk:

" to win any combat is to understand yourself and the enemy more than the enemy knows of bolth, so why dont you tell me, what can you do?"

" i am the most talented man in the city when it comes to firearms, a most respectable reader of classicals and a fair descent acrobat" said the not-so-humble gunslinger, spinning his revolver trickery

"I can handle myself" said deija, just not wanting to boast, and pointing to the double bastard swords

"I.... don't know, what ever i need amelia and the others do for me" said kayla

"Who?" said the gunslinger

"Who?" Said daija

"Who?"said jaskal

"Who?" Said kayla, after the others said it simultaneously, playfully

"Who?" Said d'kaji, who just entered the shack with a box in his arms.

A big box

The gunslinger stared up and down. It was a large wooden box, 60x 60 centimeters, and judging by the way the catman holds it, it was quite heavy

" i think you said it was only a personal amount...." said him

"D'kaji don't understand the personal word meaning" said d'kaji

" just because your tribe didn't have personal property doesn't mean you can thrown this card everytime. Furthermore i explaned it many times to you already how personal Works."

Said an impatient gunslinger

Daija got up and said:" so we should get ready to go"

They all started to prepare. The barakaja took a bit of "personal" reserves of the petals for himself, in case he lost all of it. Nayla sited in the corner and watched it all wondering if she needed anything. The turtle man got his blond hair to make a pony tail with a yellow scrap to hold it together. And the gunslinger took as his time to make his face paint, drowning everything in gray and painting around the eyes in purple.

As such, they went out to their first job