| I reached Jackal's Rest. It was an 'okay' bar. Nothing low-down or illegal, but it wasn't fancy. I saw two big guys standing outside the entrance, heavy grey trench coats, with lumpy objects under them. "Typewriters..." I said under my breathe. "Great." I got out of my car and went passed the two guards and into the bar.
There he was, flanked by his other two buddies. How the hell can he afford them? Oh well. One had a sawn-off and the other had pistols... this was going to be a hard hit. I looked around, and went up to the barkeep.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |