Silvo Valcort's Story

Deep in the undermarket on a seemingly abandoned street a two story warehouse looked practically abandoned. Or so it had a few days prior but now figures could be seen leaving and arriving and a few armed thugs stood by the door. Inside the warehouse was full of various items of interest. Toward the back on the second floor sat a plump man, Silvo Valcourt. With the WCPD and other gangs attentions diverted, with conflicts with the Casey Mob. Valcourt decided that this was the time for him to rise.

For two days now he had been seeking out figures he could trust, he had heard mumblings about a young assassin and he had sent a message through the criminal world to have this young man stop by. Valcourt needed people he could trust.

Ithon was leaning on a wall with his head looking down.

"I heard you needed me." He said with a sinister smile. "What do you need me for?"

"Yes, I have heard word of your abilities and I have asked you here today to make a proposition." Silvo said clasping his hands together. It appeared the man had made it past his security with ease something that was both frightening but also intriguing to the man.

"I'm looking for individuals to help me start up an enterprise Illegal of course but I need people close that I know can handle themselves and tackle some tough jobs if possible." He said with a sly smirk.

He looked up and smiled. "Whats in it for me?"

He takes out his dagger and slowly cuts his cheek. An addiction he had when he was a child. Self inflicted pain, he enjoys it as much as a pot head enjoys pot. Blood drips down onto the floor.

"Excuse the cutting, it brings me pain and pain equals joy."

He then wiped the dagger on his black cloak and he puts it away. He then proceeds to put the dagger in his hidden pocket in his cloak.

Silvo listened to the man and was shocked as he began to inflict a wound upon himself. Then he watched as blood dripped on his new carpet. "I would prefer if you did not do that in my presence." Silvo said eyeing his carpet.

"As for what's in it I can offer you money, a chance to prove yourself in the criminal world and weapons." Silvo said.

He smiled at the fact that it bothered him. He observed the blood and then he looked at Silvo.

"I'm listening." He said with a sinister smile.

Fenrias Halvard leaned against the entrance to a darkened alley. He watched the happenings of the Undermarket with keen eyes from the shadows as he searched for a potential mark or client.

Remy "Gambit" LeBeau straightened his coat as he noticed several suspicious patrons entering the market. This place had sure become popular since it was confirmed to have existed... damn those pesky news reporters! Wing City had always been a place of change, but... his precious respite!

Finishing up his transaction with the final vendor he'd come here to see, Gambit then began to make his way back towards his age-old home.