Part 3: The City of Crime

[Dracos]

"We'll complete the deal here."  Sal nodded.

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[Olvelsper]

"Time?"

[Dracos]

Sal looked up at the sky, it slowly raining down on them.  "Eight.  Pm.  I should have them by then."

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[Olvelsper]

"And about that side arm I was talking about earlier..." Jan really wished he had brought an umbrella along.

[Dracos]

"Hmm, you need to talk to hum.  The wrights could help you out there.  Their home is at the east edge of town, in the big manison with the garden."  Sal responded after a moments thought.  "I don't want to know what for though and I didn't send you."

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[Olvelsper]

"Right. Thanks for the help, Sal." Jan nodded to the man, turning and making his way out of the docks, pausing for a moment. "Hey, Sal...take care of yourself now."

He continued leading the others out of the docks.

[Dexie Oblivion]

Follows Jan away, annoyed at the falling rain..

[Dracos]

And so they headed back to the inn, getting a meal on the way, a night's sleep, dry clothes, and so it was that sunlight greeted them as they stepped out on the morn.

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[Dracos]

And so they made their way across town, navigating the streets as they headed to the eastmost part of the city, finding a large garden there surrounding a big mansion.  They didn't get far before two men in gray suits came out and stood in their way. "Your business?"

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[Shukuen]

Leets gave an uncertain smile at the imposing guards. "Yeah, we're associates of Mister Jan Smith and we're here to meet the Wrights?"

[Dracos]

They looked around blinking and getting into a defensive stance as Leets seemed to appear towards the front of the group talking.  "What the heck?  where'd you come from?"

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[Olvelsper]

"Hm..." Jan frowned as he noticed how the guard's eyes seemed to clear over as he came out of his musings. "Excuse him, he tends to blend into the crowd too well. My name's Jan Smith." He made his way up to them and offered them a business card.

"I've been told that the Wrights could help me with a problem a friend of mine has been having with personal protection?"

[Dracos]

"We do deal in personal protection, if one has the money, Mr. Jan Smith.  Come inside.  But..." He looked over them.  "Your weapons stay here.  Family policy."

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[Olvelsper]

Jan, Leets, and Cylde quickly made their way into the mansion, the other two deciding to stay out rather than give up their weapons. "Please try not to get into trouble." The negotiator pleaded before he entered the mansion last.

[Dracos]

They saw maybe twenty people as they were lead through the house, most of them looking well, like family to each other.  Leading through they eventually were brought into a large study, two men guarding the doors as an older man worked behind a large desk, looking up.

He had well trimmed hair, streaks of gray going along it.  His face was warm, grandfatherly one might say, even if his eyes were perceptive and sharp.  He was dressed in a casual suit.  Fancy, but not overly formal.  The jacket was behind him along the chair.  "I don't recognize any of you.  What business do they have with us?"

One of the men leading them stepped forward.  "Honored grandfather, a Mr. Jan wishes to talk with you about acquiring some personal protection for a friend of his."

"Is, that so..." The older man looked over them tapping his fingers together.  "What kind of protection are you looking for?"

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