Heikyo is brought back rather fast and droped in a chair, then the men who brought him leave, there is a metal ring where the shot had happened, but the leg was all there and natural, he had also with him a back of pills, it says "take the red one once a day, and the blue one once a week, the black one if you enter combat, if you do not do all of this the nearves will die and you will lose your leg complietly"


The man with the cane returns from where he went carrieng a metal box, he puts it on the table that the group was gatherd around "take this to the gang I told you off, get the item and leave this with them, even if you kill them to gather it, still leave this with them."
with that he puts the box down, he takes out his cigar and puts it out on the box, "And you will all receive rewards that are well worth the trouble you will get working for me, just do not break my simple rules and you will be fine." he pauses for a bit then speaks "never look at anything you retreve for me, never look at them. If they are wrapped leave them like that, if they are closed leave them closed."
he looks at all the people around him his empty eyes seeming to look at their soul, then he put a bag on the table "this should cover the little fight, it is 20,000 dollers, divide it as you wish and know that this is just the begining of what you will get."


He walks away leaving the bar, then from out side his voice comes in "talk to the bartender if you need anymore information"

(Changing to past tense because it's more comfortable for me)

Damn. There was the "Don't look" criterion again. It always made Jack's skin crawl when an employer specified that. It had never ended well for Jack. Looking around himself, Jack decided that he needed to find out who the hell these people were if he was going to do anything. Reluctantly, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"I suppose that introductions are in order. My name's Bloody Jack. I'm not going to bullshit you and say that I'm looking forward to working with you. But we accepted the job, and I'm going to stick with it. I hope I can expect the same from all of you. If I can't you'd better let me know,"

There. He did it. He was even sort of pleasant about it. Jack cursed inwardly. He hated being sociable.

Alise calmly listened to the Cane-guy speak his piece, not wanting us to open packages, yada yada, acting important, yeah, and then plopped 20,000 dollars on the table, saying it would cover the "little fight."
Alise's jaw dropped right about then, staring at the bag. "O..kay? holy... *lost for words, inaudibly curses*, who is this guy?" she whispered, once he left earshot. "By the way, Why is not looking at the stuff so important?" Alise mused.

Apparrently Heikyo was doing better, they had taken him back into a chair, and put a new leg on him. He looked allright, and Alise hoped he'd make it. He probably would.

Jack broke the ice by introducing himself. "Hiya, Jack, I'm Alise. I'll be the same and say I dont really like this deal either, but I'll do my best." She says, trying to look... Well, useful. That was the right thing to do, right? "Damn." Alise thought to herself, "I hate this part."

(this is the aperence of the man in white that has hired you, He is about 5'10 he has wide shoulders, his face is very still and he has no faciol hair at all. His hair is black, his eyes are also but seem empty (you should know that). his overcoat is also white and goes to right above the ground, underneath the coat he has a sports coat that is white, a black tie his shirt is french cuffs gold cuff links, he has white slacks. His famos cane is made of a hard wood painted black, the tip is gold and ther is the crows head. he has a pack of cigars in his chest pocket. anymore things about aperence just ask. also can i have a bio or something from all of you about anything you want that is important in your past)

That's...all?

The money on the table was a substancial amount, but such material things weren't what Tepa desired. Cures, trinklets, bartering items. What good was gold when people didn't want to part with their goods anyway? Often, a cold hard stare could give you something for free if the person giving thought you would slit their throat. Tepa raised her leg up and adjusted the knife within her thick leather boot, so the handle was flat against her leg, not causing her much discomfort. Standing from her stool, she paced slowly over to the table and inhaled. There was a certain smell she didn't like. Her mutant genes that she was trying to surpress with the drugs could always smell them. It made her more aware of her surroundings and what was good and bad. This situation, she couldn't tell. She reached her right hand out to the bag, ripped leather glove almost completely shredded from her scarred limb. She touched the bag and mused to herself.

"20,000 indeed..." she said, withdrawing her hand and pacing around the table, looking at every person in turn. She didn't say anything, just allowed herself to take in the scent of everyone. She needed to know that these people wouldn't stab her in the back as soon as she turned.

Zach went in the factory to notice booster pills coming off of a conveyor belt. "Booster pills?" He said questioningly. He was then struck on the head. He was knocked out for a few hours before waking up tied to a chair. "Damn it was a dream" he said. He then noticed the bartender holding his katana a few feet from Zach's head. "So you think you can wreck my bar, do you." He raised the katana above his head. "Goodbye" Zach then felt a feirce energy race through him. He ripped through the ropes that were tying him to a chair and kicked the bartender in the face and his katana flew in the air. He caught it and raced outside. The bar was empty and so were the streets. He looked in every building and they were empty. "Where is everybody?!?" he shouted, then thought of something and slipped into the weapons store. He came out with another katana. "Heheheh" he chuckled

A Man in a leather trench coat, he is very tall about 7'10 black long hair, he has very wide shoulders and is over all huge. On his back is a Long John, and in his hand is a large axe. "WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT SCUM DIMITRI!" he reaches into his coat and pulls out an oversized revolver, and aims it at the Bar Keep "YOU TELL ME WHERE THAT BITCH IS OR YOUR BRAINS WILL BE ON THE WALL"

Alise and the others were just introducing themselves, and that mutant girl was examining the bag with the cash, not even bothering to introduce herself. "What the hell does she think she's doing? She wasn't involved in the fight." Alise thought to herself.

Suddenly, a huge man broke into the bar, holding his revolver at the bartender's head, a large axe in the other hand, demanding where this "Dimitri" was, or he'd kill the bartender. He looked pissed.

"Dimitri... The cane man?" Alise thought to herself. Either way, soon, their contact's head would be splattered somewhere else. She motioned to the group, and whispered, "Hey, Bartender's our contact, right? We wouldn't want him dead." But then, deciding this guy was probably not someone to get in a fight with, decided to stop thinking of that sort of thing.

((Edited, Didn't know how big the guy's gun was ;) ))

-Long John: The name for a tri that is 7 feet long or more, they dont use shells but slugs, and are more long range. Most people cant hold it since the kick back can kill most people, and they way a shit load

Jack wasn't terribly impressed with the cash on the table...money didn't really count for as much as it did in the old days, when there used to be governments and what not. He watched with feigned interest as the woman with the mask examined the cash, ignoring the rest of the group. She could be interesting...Jack wanted to find out who she was.

He managed to contain his surprise when a monster of a man burst in the door, a gun bigger than Jack was on his back. He also held an axe in his hand, again larger than Jack was. He pulled, unsurprisingly, a massive revolver out of his coat and pointed it at the bartender, demanding the location of someone named Dmitri. The well-dressed man maybe...he could have definitely been Russian.

Jack decided that this was someone he didn't want to fuck with, or be anywhere near ever again, and began to look for a way to slip quietly out.