Hell of Chicago:2
 

the bar tender starts to whimper "When will they leave"
he slowly put his thumb in his mouth and sucked

ooc. this is chapter two, we hit 100

((Sorry, Hurricane put me out of power since friday. No estimate on when I'll get it back, I'm at a friend's house.))

*Epilouge on combat and else*

The first shot took the man down, but it took the rest of the clip to kill him. He was one tough bastard, that was for sure. Even after Alise splattered his brains on the floor with her pistol, his battlesuit continued to expel a black, gooey substance, attempting to heal his wounds.

"Thanks..." Alise heard, from the mutant girl. "Yeah... Sure." She replied, trying to recover from the after-effects of the combat boost. Her heartbeat slowed down to normal, but she was panting like a dog trying to make up the oxygen use of her muscles. "Anyone mind if i have this pistol?" She overheard Jack say, and told him, "Yeah, go ahead. I'm happy with mine." while she reloaded and holstered it.

"Hey..." Alise said to the bartender, tossing him a quarter, "Sorry bout the mess."

Locke watched the people leave the bar, and when he thought that most people had gone he entered.
He glances around and sees a those who had sat around teh table, and walks over to one of them.

-Soo did the boss give us a job or what?

Jack was nursing another beer, watching his companions. One of them was going to try to take the lead, and he was going to wait for them. Leaders had a tendency to take the blame for everything, and had a thing aobut not surviving too long. Jack had been one. He didn't want to go down that road again.

They knew where they had to go, what to do. Jack just needed someone to lead the way.

Locke walks up to Jack.
(sorry sisn't remember your name)
-Yo I asked you something. Did teh boss give you a job, I gotta get this stinkin' contract out of my life.

The bartender hearing the quarter comes back to reality. He looks around and sees the bald man dead "oh god no"
he slowly stands up his leg shacking as he speaks loadly, though his voice still shacking "Every one out, The bar is closed. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BAR"

Heikyo lifts up his arms and shrugs. "Fine, fine, don't expect me to come back to this dump again then." He says as he walks out of the bar. Then, under his breath "Jackass."

People slowly begin to leave, all shaken by the fighting that they have witnessed. They seem to evoid the people who were involved

-What, nah people these days know nothing about when a bar closes. It closes when the last beer is ordered. HEY BARKEEP GIVE ME A BEER.

Locke sat down on a seemingly untouched chair.

-Damnit, noone want's to answer me

The bar keep looks at the man who just orderd "The fucking bar is closed, no more god damn sales. SO GET THE FUCK OUT!"
he is slowly getting his confidence back