Walking in through the front door of the gangs base was no longer an issue. After the first time he had done so he hadn't been back, but the people there were well aware of what he had done at one of the opposing gangs dens. The black wolf gang had suffered some serious casualties at Junan's hands, and these guys had sent him there to die.
As Junan entered he found himself being watched. The general chatter in the gang house reduced to a light hum as people whispered. The initial movement from the guards to stop him halted mid movement, as they recognized him, looked to one another and then stood back. It was clear that there was a certain level of fear here, though only two had seen what he'd done, clearly the word had spread, and they knew to expect him to arrive at some point.
Walking through Junan eventually found one of the pair which had followed him to the Black Wolf Gang's den, a pair which he had met around their boss.
I'm looking for more work. Where's your boss? He asked, his tone bored.
Ah, yeah sure thing. Hold up we'll just get him for you. One said before looking at the other and making it pretty damn clear without words that he should go and get their boss. So what kind of work you looking for this time? The man asked attempting to make some idle chatter.
Junan looked at him and stood silently, he didn't care to talk with this guy, he couldn't benefit from the conversation at all, he just wanted to get some more money from these guys.
The second guy arrived back and looked to Junan Uh, he said to show you through. Junan looking to the first and then walked past him, leaving him behind as he headed towards the area where the other man had come from. Just through there. The man said pointing to a door.
Junan moved into the room.
It was a very busy room. There were posters on the walls, a desk with money piled on it, against which the leader of this particular branch of this gang leaned against, a smile on his face as he regarded Junan.
Here for some more work ay? The other man said. Junan didn't like having to ask for work, it made people like this guy think they were more than they were.
Still, in Sand he needed money, and he didn't have access to his own bank, at least not if he didn't want to be tracked, and so he had to do something to get the money. Theft wasn't really his thing, and so working for this type of person was what he resorted to. There was a certain level of comfort in just taking orders and doing as he was told. Though he'd never admit it to himself, let alone aloud.
Yeah. So what do you have? He asked, attempting to stay above the position that he could so easily slip into. He needed to remain separate, not tied to this group.
I got a name, someone I want you to kill. The boss said. Just one person though. He's the head of a nearby gang, same gang as this one, but they're edging on my territory and he needs to be taught a lesson. You down for that?
Aren't you afraid they'll know who I'm affiliated with. Your boys seemed to know who I was with.
Nah. I want them to know. He replied.
Junan smiled and placed his hand out Half now, half after, just like before.
The man picked up a wad of yen and handed it over Of course.
Taking the money Junan opened the door and went to leave. The voice of the boss calling after him, issuing orders to the two which followed him last time. They were to once more lead him to the location.
The trip didn't take long, but the area seemed to improve, the buildings were better, the streets cleaner, not so much graffiti. It was interesting to see how only a few hundred meters could make such a difference.
Still the location, although nicer, was clearly a gang base. The walls were higher, the signs signifying what it was made clear and obvious. They existed. Junan went in, there was the sound of fighting for several minutes, and then he exited. The pair looked at him, not a drop of blood on his person.
Trust me. I did the job.
Taking the money from them he headed back to his small two bedroom house, the one he shared with Tails and locked himself in the spare room. He didn't need to stay away for a full week this time... only for how long different sections would take. But the broken body of a young man fell out of his torso and he had work which he would need to get to. First he needed to take the mans skin... then he would create a new body.
As Junan entered he found himself being watched. The general chatter in the gang house reduced to a light hum as people whispered. The initial movement from the guards to stop him halted mid movement, as they recognized him, looked to one another and then stood back. It was clear that there was a certain level of fear here, though only two had seen what he'd done, clearly the word had spread, and they knew to expect him to arrive at some point.
Walking through Junan eventually found one of the pair which had followed him to the Black Wolf Gang's den, a pair which he had met around their boss.
I'm looking for more work. Where's your boss? He asked, his tone bored.
Ah, yeah sure thing. Hold up we'll just get him for you. One said before looking at the other and making it pretty damn clear without words that he should go and get their boss. So what kind of work you looking for this time? The man asked attempting to make some idle chatter.
Junan looked at him and stood silently, he didn't care to talk with this guy, he couldn't benefit from the conversation at all, he just wanted to get some more money from these guys.
The second guy arrived back and looked to Junan Uh, he said to show you through. Junan looking to the first and then walked past him, leaving him behind as he headed towards the area where the other man had come from. Just through there. The man said pointing to a door.
Junan moved into the room.
It was a very busy room. There were posters on the walls, a desk with money piled on it, against which the leader of this particular branch of this gang leaned against, a smile on his face as he regarded Junan.
Here for some more work ay? The other man said. Junan didn't like having to ask for work, it made people like this guy think they were more than they were.
Still, in Sand he needed money, and he didn't have access to his own bank, at least not if he didn't want to be tracked, and so he had to do something to get the money. Theft wasn't really his thing, and so working for this type of person was what he resorted to. There was a certain level of comfort in just taking orders and doing as he was told. Though he'd never admit it to himself, let alone aloud.
Yeah. So what do you have? He asked, attempting to stay above the position that he could so easily slip into. He needed to remain separate, not tied to this group.
I got a name, someone I want you to kill. The boss said. Just one person though. He's the head of a nearby gang, same gang as this one, but they're edging on my territory and he needs to be taught a lesson. You down for that?
Aren't you afraid they'll know who I'm affiliated with. Your boys seemed to know who I was with.
Nah. I want them to know. He replied.
Junan smiled and placed his hand out Half now, half after, just like before.
The man picked up a wad of yen and handed it over Of course.
Taking the money Junan opened the door and went to leave. The voice of the boss calling after him, issuing orders to the two which followed him last time. They were to once more lead him to the location.
The trip didn't take long, but the area seemed to improve, the buildings were better, the streets cleaner, not so much graffiti. It was interesting to see how only a few hundred meters could make such a difference.
Still the location, although nicer, was clearly a gang base. The walls were higher, the signs signifying what it was made clear and obvious. They existed. Junan went in, there was the sound of fighting for several minutes, and then he exited. The pair looked at him, not a drop of blood on his person.
Trust me. I did the job.
Taking the money from them he headed back to his small two bedroom house, the one he shared with Tails and locked himself in the spare room. He didn't need to stay away for a full week this time... only for how long different sections would take. But the broken body of a young man fell out of his torso and he had work which he would need to get to. First he needed to take the mans skin... then he would create a new body.