Justice for the Common Man

[gungonX]

As Gunjin watched Junsen look aimlessly into his eyes, it sparked notion of his ability to consider the new possible recruit worthy of the Rodojinko.

“Do what you have to Junsen, I trust you.”

Gunjin whispered into the dull atmosphere that douses the bar.

It became quite clear that Gunjin would have to attend to this mysterious new man, and see if he was worthy in his own eyes of the Rodojinko, for after all, it was in the best interest of not only his beloved brother of a sort Junsen, but for the best interest of this professional secret society as a whole.

Steering his sight upon the mighty leader Junsen, and the charming Evan, it became clear there was some sort of briefing. Gunjin assumed it be of this new man, Nikoli. He thought to himself if some sort of inclined statement was needed by him.

[Number XIV]

So, they had a new member. Nikoli "The Russian" Volga. Soran would remember the name. Idly, he wondered what group Nikoli had been hanging with to earn such an uncreative nickname, but that was unimportant. The big man seemed quite pleased to have joined, and though the man was distinctly unlike anyone else in the group, Soran suspected he would become accustomed to it rather quickly, not only in part because he filled a noticable hole within the group. For his own part, Soran would appreciate a demonstration of skill, at the least, but that would have to wait. He could mention it when the meeting had officially begun.

By this point, Evan had ducked inside, and slid a vanilla folder onto the table while speaking business with Jusen. Soran liked Evan. It wasn't that he disliked the other members of the group, he respected them, but Evan Soran felt a slight kinship with- by his reckoning, the two of them were the only ones in the group who preferred listening to speaking. It was a similarity of style that Soran appreciated. He finished his coffee, and stood, nodding appreciatively at Ceder. It wasn't the best coffee Soran had ever had, but that was hardly a fair standard, as Soran was something of an addict. It was quality coffee, needing no cream or sugar to disguise its taste, and that was more than enough.

There were a lot of things Soran considered saying to Jusen, at the moment. Though he did not suspect their newcomer of ill intent, he still did not much like the sentiment displayed by accepting so unsubtle an approach. This sort of thing should be discouraged on principal, Soran thought. He kept silent on this, however- mostly, because he knew that there was a reason he was not in a position of leadership (his style of judgement was too personalized for others to agree with very often), but also because he had something more important to say. Besides, it would do him no good to be disagreeable- things had worked out thus far, so there was no point in complaining. He pushed aside his scarf, and moved toward his leader, seated as he was on a stool next to Evan. He turned to Nikoli as he passed.

"<Greetings, comrade,>" said Soran in Russian with a nod, the first thing he'd said since he had arrived in the bar. Then, turning to Jusen, he waited for a break in the conversation, and then declared, "When you are ready to begin, Jusen, I have a target for us."

((OOC: Snow, seeing as Soran's waiting for a good moment to say that, you can insert it anywhere in your post that's convienent.))

[snowdog]

OOC: Posting here to avoid triple posting in the OOC. Please check the OOC thread before posting. <3

[Redemption]

With a slight raise and tilt of his glass, Evan greeted his comrade, Gunjin. The man was quite short compared to the likes of him and Jusen, but he was as tough as nail, and then some. He had also built a closer relationship with Jusen, a sort of apprenticeship and brotherly manner. He was also second in command under Jusen himself.

"Evening to you, as well, Gunjin." He said to the man, then turned back to Jusen. Jusen smiled at Evan, "Sorry about that. I hadn't been able to get hold of that guy all night. I dunno where he's been. So you were saying abou these assessments?" Evan reached onto the counter and opened the vanilla folder, glass still in hand. The folder contained three pictures of three different men and papers on all of three. Two of them were quite well known for their hand in the local drug industry, but the other was some what of a mystery. The first two were a Leeland Roman and Stephan Zeke. Both had criminal records from the past, mainly misdemeanors involving low end drugs like marijuana and ecstasy. But when they were released from jail 7 months ago, they began selling methamphetamine and heroine. The only only reason they haven't been caught by the local authorities was because, A, they are the police. Nothing but slanderous, good for nothings corrupt by the fruits of power. B, is that somebody has been protecting them.

"This leads us to the third man," Evan explained. "Up until last night, I had no idea who this man was. That was, until I recognized where I saw his face from." He slid off the paper clip attached to the man's photo and took off a few sheets of paper and passed them to Jusen. "Luke Amor. One of the representatives for The International Brotherhood of Arms dealing. I've seen his name appear several times in various articles involving deals with the city council." Evan's face went from his usual calm and cool look to serious and analytical. "I wanted to keep this one under raps until we got more information from Mr. Roman and Mr. Zeke. But at the same time, I thought it was necessary to inform you. I mean, after all. The IBoA is behind most of the drug and more violent crimes within the intercity region."

Evan swirled the last few sips of wine in his cup, leaning more casually now against the wooden counter. It was unusual to find something that could lead them to this sort of organization. It has been speculated that the government had been doing deals with the IBoA, but no one has been able to get there hands on any real proof. But if they did, it would bring the governments reputation crashing down.

[FishBox]

Darron trudged through the piercing winds towards the hospital with his phone in his hand, waiting for a reply from Gunjin regarding his other messages.

As he walked along the footpath, a truck drove past -through an inconveniently placed puddle- and splashed Darron, soaking him to the skin.

"My typical freaking luck"

A few more feet up the road was an electronics store, with the televisions being displayed in the window.
Darron paused for a little bit, having a glance at the televisions. They were displaying the news.

Of course, they were displaying the carjacking. The heli-cam was flying over one of the cars, with the other cars trailing behind it. The car at the front, of course, was a brand-new white four-wheel drive with a bashed in windscreen.

Darron cursed under his breath, and continued walking.
A couple more steps, then a right turn, and he was at Dagan City Hospital.

Darron bought himself a drink from one of the vending machines in the foyer, then talked to the girl at the counter.

"Can I help you?"
"Yes, what room is Simon Feilding in?
"Just hold a sec..."
Darron waited as she typed something into her computer.

"Simon Feilding... In for liver treatment? Second floor, room 64A"
"Thank you"

As he got to the room, he saw numerous doctors surrounding the bed his father was laying in.
One of the doctors noticed him, and came out to greet him.

"I'm his son"
"Yes... Your father has suffered an acute liver failure. He's gone into a coma, and has had multiple blood clots. He was recovering well, but then it just suddenly decided to fail. If all goes well, he should wake up in about a week"
"Yeah, us Feildings have a reputation for being unlucky. Thanks doctor"
"No problem"

Darron was glad to know that the doctors of Dagan City weren't corrupt and knew what they were doing, unlike the police.

Darron sat down beside his dad, and quickly took out his phone to text Gunjin.

"Tell Jusen I will be late tomorrow as well. Dad's in a coma"

Darron really hoped that his dad pulled through. He never had any aunts or uncles, his grandparents all died before he was born, and his mum died when he was 4. If Simon passed, then Darron would only have Jusen, Gunjin and the rest of the Rodojinko as his family.

Although they may not know it, the Rodojinko meant everything to him.

[snowdog]

As Evan reached into the vanilla folder, Jusen became all the more curious about its contents. Usually little things like photographs were scrunched up into pockets, but pictures and documents requiring sturdy protection must have been something special. Even paperwork to do with a target was somewhat of a rarity. Kneading his fingers together into a fist, he rested his cheekbone on his upstretched arm, leaving his elbow on the counter. Grey eyes focused as the papers were laid out before them.

"When you are ready to begin, Jusen, I have a target for us."

Jusen looked over his shoulder with a smile at Soran. The man was a kindly fellow, cool and collected for the most part. A nod of acknowledgement was given to him.

"Of course," he said. He could never have said no. "I'll just finish up here, first, if that's alright with you."

Jusen hoped so, for the somewhat pensive look upon Evan's face brought him back towards the man's attention. Rifling through the documents, he came to two cold gazes. Holding both up, one in each hand, Jusen furrowed his brow, before setting them back down with the other papers.

"Leeland Roman... Stephan Zeke," he mused, looking to Evan. The two were notorious for dealings in drugs, and had been for some time now. Though having been imprisoned, the pair now walked the streets again - and from what Jusen had heard, it wasn't just the small-time stuff like marijuana anymore. "Am I right in thinking they deal in Class A now? I heard they moved up to heroin and whatnot..."

"This leads us to the third man."

Expression undertaking a series of changes, Jusen raised a perplexed brow, before lowering it and almost glowering. A third man? They couldn't possibly have missed a third man for all of this time. Jusen sincerely hoped that this was something unrelated. Evan went on to explain, removing a final set of documents as he did so. He slipped some papers and a photograph to Jusen, all of which were quickly eyed and scrutinised by the man himself.

"Up until last night, I had no idea who this man was. That was, until I recognized where I saw his face from. Luke Amor. One of the representatives for The International Brotherhood of Arms dealing. I've seen his name appear several times in various articles involving deals with the city council. I wanted to keep this one under raps until we got more information from Mr. Roman and Mr. Zeke. But at the same time, I thought it was necessary to inform you. I mean, after all. The IBoA is behind most of the drug and more violent crimes within the intercity region."

After a few moments of examination, Jusen recognised the face, too, and flipped through the paperwork Evan had managed to scrape together. To say that this was an important matter would be a naive understatement. Fully aware of this situation's magnitude, Jusen raised his head, then lowered it in a somewhat laborious nod, feeling it necessary to ferret in his pockets for a cigarette.

"We can't move yet," he murmured, cigarette in mouth as he raised the lighter to his face. "We should stay on the lookout for now, and like you say, try to extract more information from Roman and Zeke. Perhaps I could send someone in for us... I know a few people who'd be more than willing to infiltrate their circle for us. Once we know everything, we need to act." Lighting the cigarette, he drew a long breath before removing it, blowing the smoke into the already muggy air. "Though, this might never turn into something high-profile. It could bring the government to a standstill but they'd never admit to consorting with the likes of the IBoA. And it's not like we could make them admit it either... it'd mean a gigantic risk, and I'm not sure we could handle it."

The man smirked, taking another breath.

"Not yet, anyway," he continued jokily before moving on. "We're not out for control or anything stupid like that, so we shout best be happy with knowing he's out of our hair, and that the government might stop and think abuot who they deal with from now on. If we can get rid of this Amor guy, then great - but we have to leave it at that." He stopped. "... alright, now I'm rambling. I could ask around for people willing to go see these guys, if you like."

Knowing he had a few other people to see this evening - although the night was still young - Jusen rose from his chair, leaving a hand on Evan's shoulder.

"Great work, Evan," he smiled. "Keep it up. And come see me when you know any more - I'll have a think about it myself, too."

With that, he moved on towards a small table, sitting himself down where Soran could plainly see him. He'd wave the man over when he looked. Gunjin was pottering around, too, so he'd no doubt see the man, also.

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OOC: Just notice him whenever you're done, XIV.

[Number XIV]

Three targets... no one could say that the Rodojinko were slacking off. Soran was impressed- Evan had done it again. Two significant drug dealers, and one big-time dealer, weapons and drugs both. Give him some hookers and he'd be the devil himself. Ceder refilled his coffee couple, and Soran took an unblinking sip, staring at the files. Leeland Roman and Stephan Zeke were regular names in their circle- mentioned as possible targets often, but never actually being important enough to warrant any real action, as the Rodojinko was rarely short on important targets. Soran hadn't paid them much heed, as drug dealers weren't the sort of criminal he looked for. He was far too suspicious for that, anyway. But if Jusen was right, and the two had dialed their dealing up to opiates, it was time to take care of them. Class A dealers disgusted Soran- anyone who lived off of, let alone abided the existence of, drugs like heroin and meth deserved a very, very painful death. Something with knives. The thought immediately made Soran shiver, his skin retracting to reveal goosebumps and his pupils widening.

He shook it off, and tried to focus. The third... Luke Amor, is it? Soran didn't recognize the face himself, but any concrete connection to the International Brotherhood of Arms was as good as a death warrant in his book. The scum of the earth. At least, though, they were a good, old-fashioned kind of evil- not the creative evil that the corrupt and perverse were able to come up with.

"We can't move yet. We should stay on the lookout for now, and like you say, try to extract more information from Roman and Zeke," declared Jusen, his cigarette bobbing in his mouth as he spoke. "Perhaps I could send someone in for us... I know a few people who'd be more than willing to infiltrate their circle for us. Once we know everything, we need to act." It was not a job Soran would envy. Infiltrating any kind of group meant being open and vulnerable to those you hated in a way that he personally doubted he'd be able to stand. He'd come by his information by playing it Bogart, but one of these days he'd have to make the jump to undercover, and he was most certainly not looking forward to it. Still, of those incredible few enemies that might know the identities of some of the Rodojinko, it was all but certain that they didn't know his. He was just the quiet guy in the back. And when the time comes, he fights like the rest, but otherwise, he's just some guy. That was how he liked it. "Though, this might never turn into something high-profile. It could bring the government to a standstill but they'd never admit to consorting with the likes of the IBoA. And it's not like we could make them admit it either... it'd mean a gigantic risk, and I'm not sure we could handle it. Not yet, anyway."

Jusen said a few more words, but Soran didn't hear them, for the pounding in his mind. A chance. A chance to turn things over, to bring the government to a standstill, Jusen had said. A risky chance, one the Rodojinko was worried about following up on. An opportunity to change the world. By the Prophet, he was not going to let this chance pass him by. He blinked, and Jusen had sat down at a small table nearby, and waved to him. Soran moved quickly, sitting down across from Jusen, fire in his eyes and passion in his soul.

"I want to help the IBoA job, Jusen. The Luke Amor one. Damn my target, it doesn't matter, he can wait," declared an excited Soran. "This is our chance, Jusen. A chance to change the world. And I want to do my part, any way I can."

((OOC: Sorry for the delay.))

[Rikken Omnious]

"And so would I." said Nikoli standing up and walking over to the table. He had been listening to the conversation for the last twenty minutes and it was starting to get on his nerves. "Soran." he said. "I'll take your target if you want to go after this Luke Amor non-person. Soran's talents would be better used with this. Besides. It'll be something to prove myself to you. How useful I can be."

"Soran what can you tell me about this target of yours. He said removing a pair of thin gloves from his pockets. "Do you want me to work him over for info, or just a straight out bashing?" he said, flexing his bicep. Looking at Soran with piqued interest.

OOC: sorry bout the short post

[snowdog]

Following Jusen's casual signal, Soran approached, looking rather intense. For a moment, Jusen feared the man was worried about something, and was concerned, but when he opened his mouth, his anxiety was settled.

"I want to help the IBoA job, Jusen. The Luke Amor one. Damn my target, it doesn't matter, he can wait. This is our chance, Jusen. A chance to change the world. And I want to do my part, any way I can."

Jusen blinked; the man seemed quite eager to have his part in this. He saw no reason why not - it seemed quite a few of their members may have been drawn into the matter. Rubbing his fingers in his hair, picking up his glass of water, he gave a nod, before taking a sip of the clear, icy liquid. Before he had finished, Nikoli had raised his heavy form, and settled himself into a stance just next to their table.

"And so would I. Soran. I'll take your target if you want to go after this Luke Amor non-person. Soran's talents would be better used with this. Besides. It'll be something to prove myself to you. How useful I can be. Soran what can you tell me about this target of yours. Do you want me to work him over for info, or just a straight out bashing?"

Jusen blinked, before raising an eyebrow at the manner in which the man was speaking. His head shook before Soran had explained the situation.

"This isn't thuggery," Jusen frowned. "It sounds hypocritical but we're not running around beating people to a pulp. If you must know, Nikoli, their deaths are always - and I mean always - quick and painless." He sighed, remembering the man was new, and apologised. "I'm sorry, Nikoli." He looked to Soran. "Soran, Nikoli has my permission to help work on this target of yours if you'll allow it. However, seeing as this is his first time, he needs someone to work on it with him. Of course, the target needs to be approved first, but I'm sure your judgement upon them is wise. Please tell us about them."

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[Number XIV]

Soran nodded, considering Jusen's proposal. It wasn't that he was considering refusing it, his acceptance was guarenteed, but he was merely regrouping his thoughts based on it. It was a wise choice of action- getting rid of the distractions before taking on the big targets. It bothered him to think of his own target as little, though... they certainly needed to take care of it- correction, he certainly needed to take care of it. Taking along the new guy sounded good- he could use some muscle backup, and even with that aside, he was a little interested in the newcomer, despite himself. It wasn't every day you met a Russian hulk- Soran was certain the man had an interesting story and outlook on life.

"...The target's name is Jonathan Morris Hyde. Forty-six, caucausian, and a former detective of the local police force, now retired." He pulled a picture out, and dropped it on the table before him. "Current occupation- information dealer. Using his contacts within the police and pretty much everywhere else in the city, he gets criminals the information they want, and protects them from any legal trouble. A sort of catch-all cover guy, who can tell them if they're walking into a trap, and get the police to let them go if they do."

The man's face was serious, but not unkind- the kind of guy that didn't smile much, but when he did, it was infectious. Short, butterscotch hair with a raggid dirty blond unkempt beard framed seeking, sharp blue eyes, staring straight at the camera as though they could see through it. His coat was classic detective- a cream-colored trenchcoat with an unbuckled belt waving in the wind. The outfit suggested a matching hat, but if the man had one, then he had since abandoned or lost it, as it was nowhere to be seen. A white unstarched shirt was visible underneath, with a revolver holster under the left arm. And there, just on the left breast pocket of the shirt, was the shining badge, the style they didn't bother with any more- a gold, five-pointed star on a black leather patch.

"Location, habits, and defenses are all known. He won't offer any trouble. Recommendation..." began Soran, trailing off. This was the point where he was supposed to offer his judgement on the individual's crimes, but... "withheld. I imagine that he should be terminated, but I find it hard to pass judgement on this particular individual for personal reasons. I suggest that I use my resources to get Nikoli and myself inside, and then he takes care of business."

His personal connection was both the reason this was so hard, and the reason it had to happen. This betrayal was personal, and he needed to prove he could keep it professional- needed to prove it to himself, if not to the rest of the Rodojinko.

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"Kid, what the hell are you doing in here?" sighed Officer Hyde as he entered the room. "I'm really getting sick of this sh- of this crap," he corrected, censoring himself for the kid's sake. "You looking for trouble?"

"I really don't see what I have to do with any of this," said the boy with an irritating calm.

"Bull. You keep looking for fights, and eventually, people take you up on them. That's how you end up here. I'm sure it started out innocent enough, just you trying to defend yourself, but you've taken it too far, Soran." The detective flipped through the kid's file, and then tossed it away. "Let me ask you something, Soran- where is your God now?" The kid's head snapped up, fire in his eyes, but Jonathan raised a hand, unpeturbed. "Don't get me wrong, kid, I'm not using it in its traditional badass usage. I mean it literally. Where, do you think, your God is, right now?"

"...Everywhere. In this room. In this world. Watching," answered Soran after a moment.

"Well then, kid, the next thing to ask yourself is 'If God's always with me, watching me, is he proud of what I'm doing? Am I doing this for him... or for me?'"

"Do not presume to know Allah's will, you blasphemous-" began Soran hotly, but again Hyde silenced him with a lift of his hand.

"Far from it, kid. Just ask yourself what your God would think of how you're living, how you're treating others. Now get out of here, your parents are outside, and worried as all hell."

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"He needs to be taken care of," nodded Soran, coming out of his little flashback.

[Rikken Omnious]

"Sounds like a plan Soran." Replied Nikoli pulling up a chair and taking a seat. "From what I can gather. Soran? are you sure this personal conflict you had with him will effect your judgement? Im just asking out of curiousity. It may cause you to lose control. I may be a Brute but I can tell when something like this bothers someone." he sat forward and put his chin on the top of his hands, elbows resting on his knees.

"How do you plan to get us inside Soran?" he asked curiously.

OOC: Sorry short post.

[snowdog]

"...The target's name is Jonathan Morris Hyde. Forty-six, caucausian, and a former detective of the local police force, now retired. Current occupation- information dealer. Using his contacts within the police and pretty much everywhere else in the city, he gets criminals the information they want, and protects them from any legal trouble. A sort of catch-all cover guy, who can tell them if they're walking into a trap, and get the police to let them go if they do."

Listening to the description Soran gave quite intently - though allowing his eyes to wander the room, as per usual - Jusen nodded periodically, and looked every now and then to show his attention. After Soran finished, Jusen murmured a reply, despite assuming the conversation was directed more towards Nikoli than he.

"If your head's clouded, then we can get some people together," he suggested. "Sounds to me like he's perfectly reasonable but I think we should ask a few more members their opinion. You've got my go-ahead."

Nikoli then proceeded to ask a number of questions. His keenness to get going was particularly promising, but Jusen knew he'd have to keep an eye on the newcomer for now. Sitting back, allowing the two to talk, he awaited catching the eye of Gunjin.

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[Number XIV]

Soran bit his lip slightly, listening to his allies' concerns. They were all quite valid, of course, and he agreed with them on principal... but... "This is something I have to do," he replied by way of explanation. "The man is completely unguarded, save for a few guns he has for himself around the house. There is no need for stealth. As I say, we have a personal connection... getting inside will be as easy as knocking on the door. He plays his cards equally over all the gangs, which insures that none of them have a grudge toward him- among the criminals, he's everybody's best friend. That's why it will be no trouble to take care of him- just wait for a time when we can be sure of some privacy. If we go in loud, the gangs are sure to get defensive, quick- he's a pretty valuable asset to them, even though they don't think of him as being in any danger."

He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "As for my possible... inability to act," he continued slowly, "I feel strongly that this man should pay somehow, and trust wholly in the Rodojinko's judgement. I may not feel able to give the order to end this man's life, but would follow were the order given. Of this I am certain." He was sure that the man's crimes had earned him death... the only thing that might have stayed his hand, and worried his conscience was the possibility of the man attoning for his sins. He had known the man before he was corrupt, and a better man you would not find in any police department. He had been something of a hero to Soran. And in a way, that just made the betrayal worse.

[gungonX]

"Evening to you, as well, Gunjin."

Said Evan, Gunjin was surprised by the delayed comment, not expecting it at all. But nevertheless, the gunslinger winked with a youthful response. Gunjin saw what would pan out as a “hit”, Evan had been doing what he did best, apprehending vital information of the narcotics underworld.

Evan reached for the files without further delay, and placed them firmly upon the bar counter. He opened the vanilla folder. From what he heard the folder contained three pictures of three different men and papers on all of three. Two of them were quite well known for their hand in the local drug industry, but the other was some what of a mystery. The first two were a Leeland Roman and Stephan Zeke. Both had criminal records from the past, mainly misdemeanors involving low end drugs like marijuana and ecstasy. But when they were released from jail 7 months ago, they began selling methamphetamine and heroine. The only reason they haven't been caught by the local authorities was because, A, they are the police. Nothing but slanderous, good for nothings corrupts by the fruits of power. B, is that somebody has been protecting them.

"This leads us to the third man,"

Evan explained. This caught quite an interest from Gunjin, as he hadn’t been in the field for well over two weeks now, and was slightly craving the thought of cleansing the streets of corrupt scum.

"Up until last night, I had no idea who this man was. That was, until I recognized where I saw his face from."

Continued Evan.

"Luke Amor. One of the representatives for The International Brotherhood of Arms dealing. I've seen his name appear several times in various articles involving deals with the city council."

Said Evan, as his face turned quite the opposite of his usual gesture.

"I wanted to keep this one under raps until we got more information from Mr. Roman and Mr. Zeke. But at the same time, I thought it was necessary to inform you. I mean, after all. The IBoA is behind most of the drug and more violent crimes within the intercity region."

From what has panned out tonight, Gunjin was confident of a dense investigation, in which what would inevitably end in cold blooded murder. The thought slightly aroused him.

”I wonder when I was going to receive word of this “hit”, oh well. I’m sure Junsen would’ve let me known vaguely?”

Said Gunjin, who then faced Junsen, praising Evan of his accomplishments.

"We should stay on the lookout for now, and like you say, try to extract more information from Roman and Zeke. Perhaps I could send someone in for us... I know a few people who'd be more than willing to infiltrate their circle for us. Once we know everything, we need to act."

Said Junsen. Gunjin agreed with Junsen, and had faith his conclusive judgment was for the best. Jusen rose from his chair, leaving a hand on Evan's shoulder.

"Great work, Evan,"

Smiled Junsen.

"Keep it up. And come see me when you know any more - I'll have a think about it myself, too."

Gunjin grew a slight jealous; he’d always seek the approval and acceptance of Junsen’s word. Maybe this was because he was modeled as a savior, a “big brother” so to speak. After this took place, Soran came upon Junsen, with some sort of approval for a personal “hit”, these weren’t considered professional for the Rodojinko. However, Junsen being the accepting leader he was, he wouldn’t deny him his time to talk about it. Gunjin sipped his now gritty and warm ale and continued in silence allowing his ears to devour what was being spoken among the two.

"...The target's name is Jonathan Morris Hyde. Forty-six, caucausian, and a former detective of the local police force, now retired. Current occupation- information dealer. Using his contacts within the police and pretty much everywhere else in the city, he gets criminals the information they want, and protects them from any legal trouble. A sort of catch-all cover guy, who can tell them if they're walking into a trap, and get the police to let them go if they do."

Spoke Soran. Gunjin was slightly cynical of the hit, but was confident in Junsen if he was however optimistic of it. Gunjin veered his sight to the wall clock which wasn’t even working. He was somewhat tired and couldn’t care less for anything else besides saving his energy for the new day ahead. Wasting time until he caught Junsen’s attention, he started playing with his pistols; rotating the high tech fire arms among his palm of his hand without any difficulty. It was apparent that Gunjin could well be the Rodojinko’s best gunslinger.

After the little enquiry bought by Soran, Junsen drew his attention to Gunjin.

OOC: Sorry for the wait snow', am slowly recovering from my operation. <3

[snowdog]

Trusting Soran to take good care of Nikoli, Jusen turned his attention to Gunjin, who had joined them.

"So where've you been all night, eh?" he smirked. "Got yourself a girl I don't know about? Busy working? Or you just can't stand the sight of me?"

Smirking, the man took another drink of water, before looking at Gunjin in a more serious manner. He knew where Gunjin had been, and now the jovial acknowledgement was over, it was down to business.

"So... it went well?" he questioned, the previously good-spirited look absent from his now furrowed, attentive face. For once, he did not appear distant, nor inattentive. "Explain everything."

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