Warlords and Angels » Places

         Kyle August had been heading in the direction of one the seediest bars at Shin'tar...he didn't know why. It was an anonymous tip...on the assassin. The girl had been harder then any other prey before her, she was always two steps ahead. He still couldn't find out which ship she was a crew-member of, someone had paid alot of money to keep that hidden.

But this time he was hoping for a fuck-up

The contract would run out on her in a month, and he didn't intend that to happen. It would mar his perfect record. He tugged the hood up tighter as he didn't want anyone to actually see him walk into this bar.

That would mar his reparation.

Yet as he neared the place, he could tell that something was off, and he actually smiled. Forgorian's, five of them, two at the front, three at the back. It was his internal computer warning him of the danger. Why the hell would anyone set five lowlifes after him, and he should have guessed this was a trap. None on in their right minds would actually go into that crap bar by choice. Well not unless they were a fan of Korian Starmead...

He slowed his steps, glancing about as he realized they were going to have an audience if he didn't try to go into another direction. However maybe that is what his trap-tress wanted, to actually see if his skills were up to par. A smile appeared on his face. Oh he would be happy to oblige if that was what they wanted, he had been itchin for a good fight.

As the five closed in on him, he noticed they were in the pushing toward the center of the outside area, He glanced around, still looking unaware that anything was going on, and found he was going to what the locals dubbed the ring. It was where arguments happens, fights were settled and debates took place. There was an balcony overhead, for well...females. Only males were allowed on the lower level around the ring, no females were allowed in the ring either. It was sort of a backwards policy, but Shin'tar was sort of a backwards society. Delta had a strict policy, even if many went against it.

He found himself standing in the middle of the circle there, the five staring at him like he was a piece of meat. He heard the chatter sort of stop in the lower level, as he lowered the hood of his cape. His silver eyes looked at the ones who were circling him, as his computer was scanning for more potential threats. He glances up to the balcony. He didn't trust females, however one caught his eye. She didn't look like one of the ones you would catch down the street, she had a black uni-suit on, curves that seemed to never end and flaming red hair.

He had to admit, he always had a thing for red-heads.

She was talking to a hooded character next to her, who with the slightest movement you could tell her skin was a light purple color. They looked both uninterested in what was going on below, which was probably the norm for most on the balcony. The pulse gun,,,and crossbow on the red-head told him, she wasn't just some ordinary girl.

His curiosity was getting the better of him and he had five assholes to take care of first.

         Changes places...your highness