Blades Drawn

As I walked outside the Glamorous peacock. A sense of haziness would begin to take over my body.

Had I caught a cold or infection from that disgusting waste puddle? My close encounter with death couldn't have left me in such a state either. So why… Why do I feel pathetic?

I had closed my eyes attempting to regain my mind's tranquility. If my mind goes rogue now, what I promised to Vesper cannot be complete. Icannot allow myself to fall for such pathetic reasons! If I am to meet my end, it'll be by my own decision!

I slammed my fist at the wall next to me. Leaving such a decent crack that even I was slightly surprised at my armor's capabilities. With a sigh, I fixed my gaze and … No. I resent this! This cannot be my only way of traversing without being seen!

An old foe had presented itself, The Sewers. As I contemplated my course of action, none would be as efficient. It granted me freedom of movement and to remain out of the public's eye. Had they seen me, I would have all the corrupt cops in Vegas hunting me.

The sewer's entrance was a bit fancier than the last one I had the displeasure of going through. But it would do the job for now. As I pushed it to the side, I jumped down just to be met with another set of smells that could make any man vomit. I for one resent this place with a burning passion.

Death was a better alternative than spending another minute there, so I started to sprint through the sewers for less than 2 minutes before I arrived at Miss Fortune Casino. How did I arrive at such a conclusion? Simple. There were no more streams of floating feces anymore, just drained channels.

I looked up and saw the white lights of a parking lot shine down on me, locked under a vent. I am most certain there is a metaphor lying somewhere around the tip of my tongue. But time was of the essence, so with a timed jump. I powered through the vent sending it flying and as I climbed out of it, I was met with a couple of… Adversaries.

"Oi, y'all! Check this out! We got another crazy one in a costume!"

The men began to grin at me and honestly at this day and age, seeing someone dressed like this, you'd think they are clowns. My patience was running thin hearing their obnoxious voices, though. 

I began to walk towards the men who were laughing their absolute life off of their lungs. One of them placed his hand on my shoulder and leaned his weight onto me. There were about 4 of them, all dressed in coal black suits, holding automatic rifles type AM-17.

"Listen pal, you gave us a good laugh. So how about you just piss straight off from where you came from, with your little acting suit and we'll leave this slide."

"Ah of course. But first…"

With a swift grab of my karambits, I slit the man's throat. His hand rushed towards his neck, falling to the ground helplessly. My gaze remained void of anything even remotely resembling shock or surprise or even pleasure at seeing him die.

His three other comrades looked at me as if I was a demon. That. That was the reaction I wanted to see. The looks of terror as if death had come for them. They all loaded their rifles and began to fire but the bullets merely ricocheted off of me as I dashed forward.

My hand wrapped around one of the man's face and slammed him to the ground knocking him out, with the other two still firing. Until… Their guns ran out of ammunition. Their eyes dilated and eyebrows were raised with their hands trembling as they tried to reload. But, my patience was getting thinner so with a swift motion I grabbed my other karambit and simply walked towards them. No rush. Just a mere saunter as I slit their throats, following the sound that their body made once collapsed on the ground.

It was an old tune I was accustomed to as I kneeled down to grab one of the AM-17's and a magazine from one of the dead goons. A quick reload of the thing and as I tread in the most silent manner I could muster. I shot the man that was knocked out, 6 times to be exact, mainly on his chest.

I tossed the gun onto his torso and began to tread towards the customer tunnel that connected the parking lot with the main building. Strolling through it, I noticed a staff only door.

It wasn't reinforced nor had any security systems as far as I could see. With a shove, I was able to see nothing but a kitchen filled with silverware, cleaned dishes and floor. I wandered towards the door that led to the outside of the kitchen but came to notice that this place was… Oddly organized by Vegas Standards.

My annoyance had grown significantly, a trap couldn't be more obvious! I marched to the door and burst it open with a swift kick. I came across to the main restaurant with the casino just being a door away as I walked to the middle of the room with my veins popping. I heard a muffled chuckle coming from above me.

"Well, well, well. If it ain't the son of a bitch himself! The white Wolf!"

I turned around, setting my gaze towards a man wearing a silver suit, black cane, while casually smoking a cigar and looking down on me from the second floor.

"Micheal, you resemble a man who has the same soul as a snake."

"That's flattering coming from a guy like you there, Amico."

"How did you know I was coming?"

"I am many things in life, an idiot ain't one of 'em. When I heard they didn't find your body, I immediately knew you hadn't died. I don't trust someone's dead until I see them in a casket or their head has rolled into the ground."

My gaze remained fixed onto him, unentertained by this whole ordeal of talking about his beliefs of confirming someone's death. As I was about to charge in with my legs fixed onto position. I heard a gunshot and a bullet whistling through the air. By reflex alone I managed to raise my arm on time and make it ricochet off as I began to look around with countless men appearing from the shadows.

"As I said, I am many things in life. Have at him boys and bring me his head when you are done."

Micheal began to walk away and the men began to giggle and chuckle as a bunch of insane patients. I could hear their disgusting saliva drop onto the grounds of the restaurant with countless tables and chairs surrounding me. My composure hadn't shakened in the slightest.

"Oi Micheal… Don't tell me you really think you'll leave this place alive do you?"

Micheal paused and turned towards me again with me not even bothering to look at him.

"What do you know… I QUITE FANCY MY CHANCES YOU SEE!"

Micheal cackled as his goons began to rush me one by one. This bastard doesn't have much combat prowess but this is merely a stepback. Because trust me, once I lock that coyote under my jaw. I'll snap it's neck like he is nothing but a branch!