Snippet #1808184

Walking down the dusty, makeshift dirt roads of Blade City, Vex couldn’t help but wipe off his suit every five seconds. The shoes he wore didn’t help one bit, kicking up particles every step he took. Trying to drag his focus away from his suit, Vex looked around as the city began to come to life. Lights started to poor out of every building on the street, shining signs flaring, attracting the people like insects. Hard to think this civilization came about by throwing highly dangerous criminals together. With that in mind he shook his head somewhat saddened by the fact he was amongst those criminals. Everyday he thought about his highly unfortunate framing incident.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Vex continued down the road. He was on his way to the well known drinking hole, Pavlov’s Dog. About a block away, Vex noticed a large man lying in a pool of blood, wasn’t an abnormal site, but wasn’t a pleasant one either. Finally reaching the pile of meat, he leaned over it observing the body. “Ouch, in the eye… and his side.” He whispered as he grabbed is eye filling the pain the behemoth must have felt.

Looking up he saw the lights poring out of the bar, lighting the gravel while shadows from the inside flickered across it. “Seems like its full tonight.” Vex said as he made his way to the saloon style doors of the bar. A thick cloud of smoke and a loud, hardy cheer of laughter burst through him as he walked inside. The bar was muggy, but Vex was used to it, the heavy smoke, the smell of cigar, the musky stench, it was all familiar to him. As his eyes adjusted to the light and thick “fog” he noticed a woman heading to the back of the bar where they kept the alcohol, bar snacks, cups, etc…. A turn of the head and spotted an open seat at the bar. It wasn’t the usual bartender, but Vex didn’t really care, he just wanted something to ease his worries. “Scotch on the rocks.” Vex said to the man behind the counter.

After a longer look at the man he noticed something familiar. Vex was sure he knew him in some way, probably seeing him around Leon’s place. “Yeah, he’s a friend of Leon’s.” Vex whispered, trying to convince himself. But there was something else, something about his eyes. They were piercing, looking as if they seen too much, known things they couldn’t tell anyone else. Vex’s train of thought was cut short by another loud laugh generated by some large man in the bar. Looking behind him a saw the infamous psychopath, Rant, accompanied by a burly man named Richard.