Re: Familiar Faces -- Cowboy Bebop The RPG Number 2

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Subject: Re: Familiar Faces

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Wuth

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Date Posted: 21:09:11 03/06/02 Wed
In reply to: michiko 's message, "Re: Familiar Faces" on 12:15:55 03/06/02 Wed

Wuth bursts out of his chair knocking over the chair and the table. He pulls his gun out and walks over to the person sitting at the opposite table. He holds his gun straight up to the back of the guys head. Wuth's hand shook as hi pulled back the chamber on his gun. Wuth finaly spoke, "You... Malone.... Of all the places..."
Malone took a swig of his beer. He was a tall, half drunken syndicate assasin from the Red Dragon clan, with a black suit on and a 1930's style Capone hat. He finaly spoke after recongnizing Wuth's voice. "Why hello Mr. St.Clair... How may I-"
"Cut the crap, Malone! You die here.... But first tell me where your boss is.."
"Now lets not get too hasty here..."
Two hitmen walked into the room with thier hands in their inside coat pocket... er... holster. Malone spoke again "Now lets be reasonable here. Il, tell you where my boss is....... You can see him in Hell if you hurry."
"I really wouldn't try anything Malone. Not if you don't want a hole in your head."
"I hold the cards now, St.Clair. Now you had better get the Hell out of my bar."
"I want to know where your boss is now! I might spare you if you tell me now."
"Actually I can tell you where he is.. he is having his 50th birthday party tonight at the Palice Casino, It will be a huge celebration, as he is retiring a day afterwords. But you will never get in... Not without I.D. Clearen-"
Wuth pulled the trigger on his gun. his chamber bursted back as the shot rang through the bar. A huge mess was now placed on the table in front of Malones lifeless body. Smoke poured from his gun, a signal for the two hitman to pull their pistols out of their jackets and fire at Wuth. Wuth held up Malones dead body in front of him as a shield and fired his gun in return taking out one hitman. The other saw his partner lying on the ground dead and decided that life might be worth living. Wuth watched as th hitman fleed out the door. By now everyone inside the bar was either dead or hiding under a table. Wuth lifted Malones jacket and searched it for the ID he needed, and there it was, right inside his right side pocket. Wuth slid it into his wallet and took Malones hat. "This should do nicely. Oh and sorry about the mess bartender." Wuth took the money out of Malones wallet and handed it to the bartender just befor he walked out of the bar.

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