Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-25038310-20160331023422

((Damn, alright then. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Note to self; read everything twice.))

"Listen, I got another target in The Neighborhood this evening. Was wondering if I could have some backup. You're good with a revolver, but this thing's gotta go quietly." Jon started, before Sander raised his hand.

"Drugs? Shootout? Or another group that's gotta die?" He asked, turning to him as he finally lowered his bandana.

"Both. Two birds in one stone, buddy." Jon replied as he grinned. "This group isn't particularly well-liked. A bunch of small-time weapon dealers selling pistols and rifles on the block, with some drugs to the side, as per usual. We can kill them, get our reward from our employer, steal their drugs, sell those, and then there'll be a lil' more place in The Neighborhood for the real comical duo of drugdealers!" He exclaimed as he opened up another crate in the strange safehouse, simultaneously serving as a garage for the few vehicles the two owned.

"Well, I won't say no to that. Been a while since I visited that shithole again, although I'd rather have that then Black Falls. Easier doing business there, y'know?" He asked rhetorically. Ofcourse Jon knew. They were raised there, and knew every inch of the whole place like the insides of their pocket. That knowledge served them well enough in risky escapes when they got in trouble with some of the rival gangs.

"Gotta be at Rhick-A-Dhilly at eight," Jon continued. "Old guy promised use a few mags if we got him his favorite treat."

Sander let out an exasperated sigh, as he rolled his eyes. "But that shit's expensive man. Can't we give him some cheap crack or something."

"Nah.." The man shook his head. "That doesn't get the old guy up and running, I'm afraid.. Oh well."