Dante walked down the empty cobblestone road, fog doing it's part and making it difficult to see passed ten or so yards. He was walking in the downtown area, though a more run down look was poured into the it. It was pretty much the ghetto. His tan trench coat flapped about in a sudden breeze, it was refreshingly cold. The breeze also cleared the veil of fog a bit, granting Dante a glimpse of something going on in a nearby alleyway. He could make out several silhouettes of people striking another one on the ground. Distorted laughter and jeering echoed through the alley and flooded the empty streets. He watched as he walked, it was evident it was a mugging, but he didn't care; it wasn't his business. A few of the figures stood up, what appeared to be eyes...Staring at him. It was like you could see through their eyes, they were glowing a bright white, that of headlights on a car, just staring. Two of them walked towards Dante, stopping at the mouth of the alleyway with their arms crossed. They didn't want him to interfere. They probably would have done something more than mean mug him as he passed, but Dante had a very large wrapped up, belted cross on his back, which kept the muggers from starting something by pure intimidation. Dante looked away from them, losing interest now he just kept walking into the fog, eventually fading from their sights. The two likely went back to beating the man as screams ran through the streets again.
Digging around in his coat pocket he eventually pulled out a piece of paper. He looked up from examining the paper, examined a building before him and looked at the paper again. He tucked it back into his pocket and walked up to the door. Dante walked inside and down a stone staircase, passing a fox couple making out on the steps. The two looked barely like teens. He payed no mind to them as he reached the bottom of the staircase and stopped at a steel door. He knocked twice, prompting a small peephole to slide open. He was eyed from the other side through the slit that had opened.
"Whadd'ya want?!" Spoke a man on the other side.
His voice was hoarse and deep, almost echoing in the stairway. Dante said nothing, he just raised his hat, lowered his sunglasses and looked at the man. Nothing was said for a moment, only the sound of music and other various noses came from passed the door.
"Dante..."
The door opened and Dante walked in. He looked at the badger who was on the other side of the door who closed it after he came in. "The boss'll see ya upstairs like usual." Dante still said nothing, no nod or anything to show he understood what was said. He simply turned and walked towards the other side of the room. In the room were a few pool tables at the far side, a bar to his right, a stage with a female singer in a flashy red dress that revealed a bit of her legs on the right. In front of the stage were several tables filled with wooing men, almost drooling on themselves at the sight of the female feline on stage. The room had a distinct lingering smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke smothered the roof in an immensely thick fog. Dante walked passed the pool tables, catching a few eyes from players waiting their turns as he came to a door. At the door were two black suited men. A wolf and Tiger. The wolf stepped forward and stopped Dante.
"Weapons."
Dante walked to the side of the wolf to a small table that was next to the door. He swept back the right side of his trench coat revealing a holstered magnum. He slid it out of it's holster, the light of the room reflecting off of it's pristine white steel coating. Before setting it down he spun it on his finger, the barrel reaching almost passed half of his forearm. He then took the cross from his back, flinging it over his shoulder through the smoke near the ceiling cutting it like butter as he put the longer part of the cross onto the ground. There was a loud "Thunk" as the cross hit the ground, managing to throw off a nearby pool player's shot. It drew a lot of attention, but Dante wasn't particularly interested. He went back to the door, before entering he was patted down by the wolf. The wolf let him pass, opening the door for him. It led to another staircase made of stone. He ascended them and went through the door at the top. Upon entering he drew several eyes of men with guns nearby the door. The room seemed much more fancy then the other, red carpet, chandeliers and a small band playing in the corner. It was a peaceful song, with violins, piano, base. It was a small orchestra. Dante looked at the large table that was in the middle of the room, it was occupied by many exquisitely dressed men.
"Ah, Dante. Your here." spoke a Raccoon at the far end of the table.
The raccoon gave a slight wave of his hand over his shoulder whilst wiping his mouth with a cloth with his free hand. A female fox walked up to Dante and handed him a thick envelope.
"Details and half the pay is in the envelope like usual. It's a pretty high pay, must be something tough." spoke the woman.
Dante said nothing, pocketed the envelope and left the building. Once outside he opened the envelope and took out another note and a stack of cash. He read the note, it was directions to somewhere. He pocketed the cash and note then disappeared into the morning fog.
Topic: Steam driven industrial wars (Read 4101 times)