"Peter and Arthur." Was the eased response Arthur's partner made, pointing a hand at himself and Arthur. Peter checked his watch, it'd been about ten minutes since he'd made the call, so he was expecting pickup soon. "Never been good with nicknames myself. How about Bash and Xan? Not exactly clever, but it's been a long day."
There was a nod of agreement from Arthur. "Not trying to be rude or anything, but you do have the right to remain silent you know."
Peter chuckled slightly. "I think my partner just needs some quiet for right now." He looked over towards the two strange figures, a calm smile on his lips. "Much as I'd love to hear more about the two of- Oh well would you look at that." A FBI 'drop ship' began to fly overhead of them, straitening itself out and landing near the entrance of the alleyway.
Arthur sighed slightly, getting back up and unholstering his pistol too. He nodded towards the ship. "Alright you two, make this easy for me. Walk over to the drop ship, get in, and don't make any sudden moves or anything." Arthur's tone was emotionless, and a little tired.
"Oh they won't be causing us any trouble tonight Arthur." Peter said with a slight smile. "Not that I want to make any assumptions, but I don't think that's what these two want at all." Stepping to the side of the alley slightly, Peter extended his arm, pointing it towards the ship that awaited them. "After you."
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The weapons dealer looked shocked for a moment, but once his eyes had locked with Zilas, he seemed to become at ease. "W-what? People I've been selling weapons to? You mean the Cartels? Or the mercs?" The man's eyes seemed to wander in a dazed state. "I just give the guns to the guys they send, and they give me the money. It's no big deal." His eyes still wandered, he seemed almost totally lost in the daze.
"Lot's of guys come in and see me, they all just pay the money and take the weapons. Oh! There are those weird folks too, they always cover their faces, never say too much either. Just give me money an-"
The man's head disappeared leaving behind a fine mist of blood and gore, while a large hole exploded in the ground nearby (a result from the .50 caliber round that had passed through the gun dealers head). A few flashes of light could be seen from rooftops nearby, all seemingly aimed at Zilas. They weren't from guns however, but from some kinds of cameras.
In another moment, a knife could be felt at Zilas's throat, as someone began to whisper into his ear. "Now now little one, you're going down the wrong rabbit hole. You've got some fine gifts, but they'd be put to better use investigating someone else. Maybe some strange beings caught by the FBI, hehehehe..." The voice trailed off a bit, and the knife pulled away from Zilas's throat.
The masked, knife wielding figure walked around in front of Zilas, still giggling away as they held something in their hand. "SMILE!" was the last thing said before the white Comedy mask exploded, and the head of the knife wielder with it.
The docks were quiet now. Everything seemed to have ceased. No people moving, no machinery running, just quiet, and the sound of rain.