Soul Walker's Story

Soul Walked through the Undermarket unconcerned with his surroundings. he quickly sidestepped two people fighting in the street. he just made off with four million dollars in jewels from the city above. he grined to himself as as he readjusted the bag over his shoulder. he stopped at a corner where a person handed him a pouch. inside a note and a bag of coins. he tossed the bag of jewels to the other guy who turned to walk away with it.

Soul quietly pulled out his silenced Walter PPK and shot him in the back of the head. taking a few jewels for himself and leaving the bag for the hungry crowd. he swiftly dropped the clip slipping another bullet into the Magazine and loading it back into the gun. he then stepped off into the distance without a sound.

Later- (from here on open rp)

Soul sat down on the street and read the note: Gambit's Bar: Tomorrow: be there by noon: don't be late...

He Quickly looked Down at the Note then burned it. "No need for anyone to find out about that." he said to himself,

"no need to find out about what?" an unknown voice said from down the ally. Soul rolled landing on his feet pulling his pistol with his fingers tightening on the trigger and grip. his hands were steady and his aim precise.

"Who want's to know?" Soul replied.

"A man who would just as well take your head and search your pockets."

"Well in that case..." Soul quickly fired off three shots. and heard a familiar thud of a body falling. "never lose the element of surprise. you'll just fuck up your plans on an ambush. Especially on a S.T.A.L.K.E.R [Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer].

Out of nowhere the following yells were heard followed by intense gunfire. The yells went like this

"HEY REDS YOU SUCK!"

"NO YOU SUCK!"

"NO YOU SUCK!"

"NO YOU SUCK!!"

"WE SUCK.... Wait what ? WE DONT SUCK YOU DO!"

The conversdation repeated itself a good ten minutes until it was completely drowned by gunfire for a solid two minutes before there was dead silence

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.