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New York, the city's so large it makes me sick to think of it. But I live here, my whole life, and I'm sick too I guess. I've never really taken the time to think long and hard on it, but I am. This sickness, it eats at me and my family, I hate it. I hate them and I hate myself, I'm burning inside. But I don't know this from the beginning, which is where we'll pry. What is the sickness? Well, I think it's two things. The first is crime, my family has been involved in it for so long, since the boats arrived to bring over my older generations. Spilling sick people who tried to flee from a once sick Ireland to bring it to somewhere they could help pollute. It's the people, we're the sickness. We made the lives we hate and blame others for. But crime has been around for so much longer than that, and so has sex... Now what can I say about that? well, it's the only thing some people live fore, others think it a sin, some wouldn't dare think of it but secretly crave it... In ways it is worse than crime, it can lead to crime. I is a crime, prostitutes and all that noise. Whatever, I have nothing against it, Fuck, I'm Rambling. Let's start over.

My name is Gary, Gary O'Neil. I'm Irish as you might have noted, well I'm Irish American. My Great something or other was Irish. I live in a shit hole apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, or as it's known now by the officials: Clinton. No one here calls it that anyway. But I'm not in 'Clinton' right now, I'm down some street I can't recall, but it's yellow turf. I should head home but I'm short on cash. My crimes are pathetic, I deal coke to morons who die thanks to me. But I stop and I die, ethically I should die instead, but I have the power to stop that from happening. By selling this white powder in little bags to people who don't know they have a death wish. I'm walking down a wet dark road, It's raining, noisy, Dance and electronic music... I hate theses bastards, Japanese people have such bad taste in music. But they certainly know how to run a gang, The Tawagoto ongaku, a real Yakuza run crap den... I think it might be a good place to run some bags, could make a quick roll of money fast. But the Yakuza would slit my throat, or skin me, or whatever else I've heard. Razor blades up the ass shit I don’t know. I'm standing here, outside the club, the bear at the door is looking at me funny. I can hear all the chatter outside, people waiting to get in, they all look Asian, and here's me, some paddy bastard just standing here, looking in, I stick out like if Jesus got an erection.

I walk up to the door, and the bear pushes me back. I hope he won't search me... No, he wants me to get in line with the others. So I do, and they fucking look at me while I walk all the way back, as if I stole something from them. Well, I guess I really have become a real dickhead, I didn't even realise I skipper them all. Whatever, I stand and wait. There's something above our heads, protecting us from the rain, thank Christ. So, while we wait, I might as well tell you a little a bit about me. I’m a Pine Marten, I like to carry a .357, the older one, not that thick piece of shit you get nowadays. I have no friends, only a large family, I run with my cousins and brothers in the gang, Danny's Lads. The law is onto us, but there's way too much of us to convict so easily, they'll have to point the finger at my cousin and he's clean as far as the law is concerned. Back to e, I'm single, for the moment. I'm tall-ish I suppose, My favourite colour is... Ah, I'm next in line to get in.

The big bear at the door says I have to show some I.D. So I show'em and he looks at it. Still looking at in... For fuck's sake... Right, I go in, the music is so loud it's nearly unbearable, the walls are black ad striped, the colours swirl in the smoke they vent in to create the effect, damn it. I hate this scene, Reminds me too much of every other club when I got the balls kicked off `a me for dealing. So I go on in, the chicks all look the same, all Asian. I guess I'm racist. they sure do look good enough to eat though. And the guys, they all looked either gay in their glow in the dark outfits or fucking sadist in their dark suits and Yakuza tattoos. I heard ‘a the guy who owns this place, some big hitter, nearly more powerful with manpower and favours needed to be called in than his bosses. Could be rumours. Might not. Ah, suck it, To the bar with me, get a drink and put out the vibe. People know who has the drugs at a party.

The bar is neon lit, Jesus. I'd Kill myself if I owned the place, or perhaps just order an interior decorator. I get myself a bourbon and look around the place. There are booths with all sorts of people, some one time strippers, a fat guy. There are two bars, one has stairs leading up either side of it to a room, looks like the office, could have the big guy sitting up it right now. I wonder if he's like some coke. But then again he'd kill me for selling it on Yakuza turf.

I get my drink and look around some more, And this is the beginning. So I still don't know I'm sick, I don't know just how much I hate myself yet. This is where We'll pry...

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Tina takes a drink of the expensive whiskey her expensive new boyfriend for one night only just poured her, she takes the bottle soon afterwards and drinks from it, she is kneeling over his lap and grinding while she drinks, what fun! His hands move all over her and she gasps, the drink pours down her top and she squeals with glee. It could only be better it she was high and fucking someone. The music is loud and entrancing, she always liked Dance beats.

The club is buzzing and full of people, White cat Tina is a frequenter and loves the feel of the place. She loves having so many eyes on her, she thinks the bouncers are great, they love the shows the gils put on and don't kick them out. "It's getting really heated now isn't it, luv?" She says to the coyote she is grinding. "I'll go see to that coke we're after."

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Second Floor of the Tawagoto Ongaku

Growling. Growling can be heard, along with some Japanese chatter. Finally, it breaks down to screaming and finally a gunshot. Blood began trickling down the door, along a few other Japanese words. The gunshot was well concealed, due to the loudly blaring Japanese Electronica and such, making it all but heard.

"Tawagoshi Baka.........Get him out of here."

An english voice finally spoke between all the japanese banter, the Japanses accent clearly shown within it;s words. The door opened and a deadbeat doberman with a gunshot to the forehead, red eyes and nose and the such, meant that he was dead. No, he wasn't just dead by the gunshot. He was junkie, a coke head. If that gunshot didn't do him in, it looked like the next dose would. A pair of Yakuza suits with headsets and black glasses were quick to grab the the Doberman, dragging his bleeding body across the neon lit carpet and unto the back. A pair of ears, followed by a thin trail of smoke appeared. This was Tamaki Fujioka Kakakenbashi, or 'Ken' for short. It was how most Americans referred him too for his long name, With a long drag of his cigar, the Rabbit walked down to the handle bars overlooking his club. An american snake stood next to him with an amusing look.

"Looks like business is booming Ken."
"Look Ed, you either came o me with business, whores, drugs or deals, not small talk."
"Fine, fine. Never much of a talker, where ya?"
"Fuck no. Now spill it."
"The Police Department got their bribes, along with the key polititians you asked. Seems like the SWAT Unit isn't accepting our bribes though."
"Fuck them then. It's not like a bunch of fucking misfits toting around big toys are gonna stop my big rig. These fuckers would be messing with me."
"Yes, yes, just don't be thinking your bulletproof. Even you can't stop a bullet."
"Want to test me?"

Tamaki or 'Ken'.....Let's call him Ken for short. Ken, glared back at the snake known as Ed with an evil smile and puffed a whif of smoke in his face, getting a coughing reaction soon enough.

"Ack! Fine, fine! Just be carefull of who you deal with. Informants say that they got a pair of Young Rebels with talent. They may be a pain in the ass."
"And?....."
".....and I doubt they should be enough to disrupt our operations...."
"That's the thinking I like Ed. Now get your cold ass out of here, your prick into one of my chicks and your brains into my stash, alright? Just stop messing with me in my time of fucking glory."

Ken tended to like these swear words, in particular, the infamous F-bomb or 'fuck'. The snale nodded and began walking the other way, his head hung low from talking with the boss. With a sigh, the reptile figure began making his way to the other side of the second floor, where moans of pleasure, pain and euphoria where drowned out by the obnoxious Japanese music. Even if that snake worked here, even he counted it as obnoxious, overrated and infuriating.

First Floor: Neon Bar

"Alright, all patrons of the Tawagoto Ongaku! You can now enjoy the Mid-day show from the laaaadies picked by the Big Cheese himself! Now come on down and get your grooove on!!"

The barteneder seemed to double as the jockey of the place, taking the microphone as he pleased and blaring messages out loud. Sexy young vixens in skimpy short dresses that seemed to almost burst out from the contents they barely hid from public view, attended to the vast majority of men thata crowded the bar slots as a pair of platforms began lowering themselves from the rooftop in a cloud of smoke, revealing bunnies, all barely naked and on cages with poles within. A pole dance to this music and the drugged clouds of vapor ecstacy were bound to get anyone within the club, male and female, exited and bound to do something both stupid and illegal.

"Hey hot stuff!"

One of the Foxes at the bar slid a whiskey to the cat at one of the corners, her eyes checking him out constantly from top to bottom.

"Drink's on the house!"

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The station was empty at this time of night. Empty, except for a lone figure sitting in the darkness that was the shooting range. Sounds of a rifle being loaded and cocked could be heard in the dark. Without warning, the lights flicked on, revealing a pitch black wolf. The she-wolf walked over to one of the isles and pressed a button on the wall, sending a paper target of a man gliding down the range. The wolf shouldered her rifle and aimed down the sights.

Fifteen rounds were let loose in three-round bursts down the range at the target. The wolf hit the button again and the target glided back to her. She pulled it off the wires it was on and looked at it... all fifteen rounds were in the head, in a near perfect circle, almost making the face fall out of the target. She went over to the door before sighing and flicking the light switch, turning off the lights as the door slammed shut.

The wolf walked into and office and turned the lights on. She sighed as she sat at a desk and turned the computer on. Only one program was brought up as she logged the day's missions into the computer. They were all successes, but the wolf didn't think so. She thought to herself as she typed "Mission succesful. My ass. Those fucking gangs. If only I would have hit that bitch, then he would still be alive." She scanned a picture of a child lying on the ground in a pool of blood and attached it to the mission file. She finished with the mission file and closed the program, shutting the computer down aswell. The wolf set her rifle aside the desk and fiddled with her gear as she leaned back in the chair, thinkig about the one mission.

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a figer was just getting off a moterbike and not bothering to remove it's helmet looked up at a building while grumbling. walking towards the entrance the figer took out a set of key's and unlocked the door and steped inside the dark swat station the figer turned to the left wall closist to him and fliped the light switch on and the room lit up.

walking towards the staff room the figer removed it's helmmet to reavel the face of an mid twenty handsome ocelot placeing his helmet on the table he walked to the coffe machine and turned it on while puting a box down near it and grabbing a coffe cup and addid two sugars to it looking at the clock on the wall he moaned as it said 1:00am turning back to the coffe mackine as it clicked he poured him self the coffe and picking the box back up he headid towards his office.

reaching his office he placed the coffe cup and the box near his computer and uncliped his holster witch held his hudson desrt eagles and he droped them on the table near his filling cabint switching on his computer he took a sip of his coffe and moaned again "shit three kidnapping's a bank job two murder's and a inconet dead child what else could go fucking wrong in this city" looking at the lit screen of his pc he now had to type all these crimes down with every small detail's opening up his box to reavel his dounuts he sighed and picked up a jam one "uhhhhh it's gonna be a long long day" he grumble while takeing a bite of his dounut

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Red.....Red.....Red....
All he could see was red; He had no control over himself when he was like this he simply acted. The man that now lay in a heap on the ground had made a remark "Come on man; you your not that stupid to think you can take me".
The red was fading and he remembered where he was; He was at the home of a man how had accumulated a great deal of debt with the Mob. SO they sent him to collect any way he could. This man happened to be Boxing's Current Heavy Weight Champion, Jimmy stood over him looking down at him as the man looked up at him and pleaded for his life. "Your not going to kill me over 500,000 are you, I have the money...I have it I swear"
"Its not about the money anymore; the boss sent me to make an example out of you. To be honest I'm sorry about this I really liked watching you fight; but business is business." With this the sound of his fists could be heard and the sounds of the mans screams followed but where quickly silenced.
About an hour later the large figure exited the mansion; carrying a backpack full of money and jewelry he had found as well as The Heavy Weight Champion Belt he had found mounted on the guys wall. He got in back into his car and drove away.
This was his first stop of the night; he had some business to discuss with some Irish Mug dealing drugs. The idiot was dealing at a Yakuza Bar and was going to get himself killed the boss didn't want any beef with the Yakuza.
He arrived at the club a few minutes latter and made his way in; he was looking around the club when he saw the the Tabby putting on a show and stood at the bar watching the way she moved. He was getting really horny and made his way over to her and leaned against a wall near her watching not caring if the guy she was with saw him.

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So I'm standing at the bar, and I finish my shot of bourbon. I relax and let the music wash over me, although it doesn't last, the owner comes walsing down and starts blaring, cages and vixens and T&A start springing up all over the place. I know right? A little looney at this time of the day but whatever. Then the bartender calls over a girl offering her free shots, a nice looking White cat. A bit flamboyant but I'm not one to have standards. This place is real busy now.

"Hey man, whats going on?" A question from some otter springs to my attention as he stands behind me and I turn around, his breath stinks and he doesn't seem to realise I'm fucking dying just standing there. "What's the craic with you?" I respond, hoping he isn't a pshyco. He seems to take my meaning the wrong way, and jumps right to business. "Crack? Coke? how much are you selling it for?" Well, that was fast, I might as well take advantage right? he doesn't seem to have a clue. "300 an ounce" I say, trying to hold back my smug look. He quickly fishes around in his pocket and counts out a shitload of money, this guy was definitely prepared to party tonight. He gives me the money and I turn my back, grabbing a smaall plastic bag tied with tape at the top, he quickly snatches it and stuffs the money in my jeans, then legs it to his mates. I lean on the bar and watch him for a while. That was a good nights work, I love finding the real langer's who don't have a clue. Next thing I know I spot a bull flirting with the cat, she seems to be with another guy but the bull looks Italian... What would an Italian be doing around these Yakuza places? Then again, I suppose you could ask me the same question.

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Abi quickly abandons the man she was with when she hears the words "On the house" and merrily runs over to the bar, on her way she is confronted by a bull who seems interested. "Hey big guy, Why don't you have a free drink with me over at the bar?" She looks at him with lust for a moment and then hurries to the bar, as she runs in her tight leather trousers she can feel one or two hands give her a smack on the butt and she yelps and giggles, continuing to the bar. She orders a vodka on the rocks and takes a drink, noticing the Irish looking fellow and waving.

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First Floor: Neon Bar

Amongst the many partiers on the ground floor, some guards dressed in casual wear were hidden amongst them. Their trained eyes continued looking around for any signs of disturbance and to make matters worse, they spotted what seemed to be an Irish, one of 'Danny's Lads' selling coke on the bar. Wether the patron was an undercover cop or some idiot coke head, it mattered not. They had seen him dealing within Yakuza turf, something that they didn't like.

"あなたがアイルランドに行こう、私は上司に警告行くよ"

With a quick nod between the guards, one of them quickly began pushing his way towards the bar. Spilled drinks, grunts of anger and gasps of pleasure made his trail obvious as his towering figure stopped before the Irish dealer.

"You. You shouldn't be dealing in Yakuza turf. We may be kind enough to let all sorts of gangs do as they please and even get info, but we don't take kindly to dealers on our own house."

His words were thick with the Japanese accent and cheap liquer, showering the Irishman with the stench and his towering frame.

Second Floor: Office section of the Tawagoto Ongaku

More Japanese banter followed the doors. It was quite obvious that they must've been making deals, by the severity of the words that were screamed like bullets, left and right. Of course, dealing in Ken's house always ended badly, especially if you were trying to get away with your own deal.

"You trying to cut off my balls with this shit!? This is cheap crap and you are trying to pass it for high grade?"

Another gunshot. Ken didn't like to be swindled, especially by some teens who wanted to make a quick buck. An aged Koala fell to the floor with a thump and stained the familiar floor panels, only to be dragged by the same suits from before and drag the corpse to the outside.

"クソの子供たち、これらの日。彼らは真剣に、彼らはでたらめで、彼らはめちゃくちゃ通りから学ぶ私を騙すことができると思います。"
"玉置、あなたはそれもクラブの後ろに死体をピリング保つために私たちをしませんか。"
"ああ、人の性交を与える！？我々は彼らにたわごとの部分を買収したら、彼らは私たちを気にしないはずです。"

More Yakuza and Ken continued discussing business up top as Ken puffed aother ball of smoke in their faces.

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He did not see the Yakuza approach the Dealer all his attention was on the Tabby. He saw the way people grabbed and smacked her didn't get her angry just more exited. He made his way to the bar and while she was turned away from him he reached out and squeezed her ass before siding in next to her.

"Damn girl; whats a nice piece of ass doing with a runt like that"

He points to the coyote you where just with.

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Basically I would have been doing good tonight, alreay made a good handful from some dolt and I could be out of here and go home. However my greed got the better of my sense and made me stay. I ordered another drink and relaxed again, the White cat was getting some real attention as she approached the bar and gave me a wave. So I nod to her and crack a smile, taking down my shot and looking around. Hmm, what are those guys lookin' at me fer? I think to myself as I spot a few Jap's staring right at me, could be security, Which would mean they'd be Yakuza. Shite. One of them headed away, while the other started dancing over to me, No doubt he's getting some back up or the like in case it gets ugly. I try mot to look at him to remain inconspicuois but it wasn't working, he stopped before me so I turn to face him.

He tells me just what they put up with and all that usual bollocks. I know I'm screwed but I might as well have a little fun, as you do when there's not much you can say. "Well I promise I won't do it again. And I'm sure you don't tolerate stealing in here either, so I'll have to stay and finish my bottle before I pay and fuck away off." I smile and sigh as if the issue was resolved. The guy smells like my grandad, pissed and full of cheap booze.

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Tina yelped and laughed as she felt someone grab her rear again, she looked over to the bull who was just sitting down and smirked.

"Dry humping the fuck out of him... While slipping my hand into his coat." Tina reached between her breasts and pulled out a wallet thick with what looked like credit cards. "He'll be completely out of his head tonight, and it gives me all the time I need to empty his bank account!" Tina noticed the Irish man being talked to by the security, she wondered just how much money he made and if he would be alive long enough for her to charm it out of his pocket.

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First Floor: Neon Bar

"Haha! You are quite the funny man, Irish. I suppose we can let that one slide. As for the bootle, pay and go."

The towering figure seemed to laugh at everything as his stupidity seemed to shine in a split second before he turned around with a smirk on his face and seemingly dissapeared into the crowd. One of the other Yakuza guards quickly approached him with a curious face.

"それで？一体何があったの？"
"ただ面白いアイルランド。彼にはコメントを残す。"
"小島では、上司......ばかこの......好きではないがいる"

With a quick sigh, both Yakuza guards began making their way through the stairs and unto the second floor.

Second Floor: Whorehouse section of the Tawagoto Ongaku

Moans and screams of pleasure echoed in the nearly silent halls. Even though the walls were made to be Soundproof, the blasting annoyance of the Japanese Pop blew in unrestricted. Nonetheless, it was muffled enough so that every scream, grunt, moan, slap and insult could be heard outside as the smell of sex overpowered around. Ken began walking around the halls as the particular screams of one of his whores didn't exactly portray to an enjoyable evening of nookie.

"Look you, are a fucking whore! Give me the damm money!"
"I don't owe you anything! I told you that you aren't my owner anymore!"

A sight of rage faced Ken's expression in a second. No time needed to be spent pondering for him, as he knew what this was about. An ex-owner of the whores thought he could be ripping off Ken and was trying to take advantage of it by using one of his old employees of the work. With a kick of the spotless shoes, the aged nails and hinges of the door flew open as a shriek and gasp of fear followed out. Ken himself entered inside to see one of his Mousette sluts in a corner, holding her purse while a Pig was with half his pants down and his junk could clearly be seen in all it's erect glory. The Pig glared at Ken as if he owned the place as the Moussette remained rooted in place.

"What, the fuck is going on."

Ken's voice spoke out under the Japanese Pop, his voice having it's usual accent.

"What the fuck? This whore of mine won't give me my fucking pay, is what!"
"I told you Frank, I don't work for you anymore! I work for Ken!"
"Bah! Who the hell is this Ken!? Some stupid kid in the streets!? You work for me, always have been, always will be!!"

Little did this pig know that Ken was right there, staring at him as the rabbit lowered his ears. The Moussette made a run for the door as the Pig tried to pin her down in a corner, yet failed miserably. His large, fat filled body fell down hard and spit at the floor.

"And who the hell do you think you are!? I bet your mother works under me like some spoilet slut!"

Without a split second of hesitation, Ken's Deaagle rose a few inches up from his hand and blew a hole in the Pig's forehead and sent a lage blotch of skin, brains and skull flying out the back of his head. Ken was angered easily, even more so by punks who think they could do as they pleased in his territory. The same two men came in quietly to drag the man away.

"Make bacon out of him."

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"Damn Girl, I like your style" He grabs her ass again and pulls her closer to him. He leans in close to her ear.
"When your done with that Kid, How about we get out of here and have some fun"
With this he take the drink he was offered and drinks it all in one go.
"Bartender another....Keep them coming....The ladies drinks are on me.."
The bartender fills his glass back up and he drinks it down again. He starts to look around for the dealer he was sent to find and then remembered that the Boss never told him how it was or what they looked like. He took out his cell phone and called.
"Hay Boss; its Jimmy you never told me what the guy looked like.......OK.....OK"
He begins to look at the people in the club, searching for the man how fit the description.
"I see him.......Ow ya I got the money.....Yes.....That, and I got you a little present.....I be there later tonight.......OK" He hangs up the phone and walks over to Gary, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Are you Gary O'neil?"

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Gary watched the Japanese guard simply take his word and jokes then leave him to it. He was really surprised, it seemed his sweet talking whiskey tongue still had the old flame when lit, Gary smiled, feeling proud of himself before turning back to the bar and waving to the bartender for another drink. As he waited Gary noticed the bull again, he was talking on his phone and giving Gary a lot of looks... Did Gary know him? would he try to bust him maybe? A cop?! No, he was keeping to his own business to be a cop with entrapment ideas. Next thing he knew however, the bull began to approach. As the bull made his way, Gary quickly turned his back so as to look away from him.

As he tapped his shoulder he thought Oh great, he was looking at me. Gary turned to face him and smiled. “Uh, hey... That’s me... Do I know you?”

Meanwhile at the entrance to the club, there was a stir among the people in line who were annoyed as someone shoved past them with two bodyguards either side of him. Bodyguards wore white suits, they shined silver in the light, their shirts did not however. Their ties were black and were neatly tucked in under their suit Blazers. Their shoes were shining black polished also. They hurried their pace with the panda they were protecting while holding white umbrellas over his head. The two bodyguards themselves were shorter than the panda, they were snow owls. The only reason anyone would consider them good bodyguards would have to be that they were pretty dangerous and skilled. The panda approached the bouncers at the entrance of the club, as they did, the bouncers took one look at the panda and quickly cowered aside to let him access the club.

The panda was himself wearing a Blackened suit, but with a white Uwagi over it. He walked through the club and the guards pushed some people out of the way. Gary noticed the panda walk past just as he was talking to the bull. The panda mad his way to the stairway to the office of the club owner.

The panda waited at the door and the two body guards looked to him. Then they burst in through the door and stood with their arms crossed, examining just what was going on with stern looks in their eyes and seeing two men drag a body away from who looked like the owner. The first owl raised his brow and said “我々は、これは悪いタイミングではないと仮定します” at which the second owl sighed and looked to ken, who was holding a .50.

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Ken only looked at the owl with a stern look and a sigh as the European Rabbit placed his 50.cal under his tux and looked to the bodyguards.

"いやいや、そうではありません。彼らは、彼らがしてください。.......私のため、サーを行うことができますかできると思うクソの遅らせる?"

Ken looked up as he placed on a more serious face, one that meant cutthroat business. They were here most likely for that and they should be pretty used to Ken just plugging bullets left and right into people's heads. It was just the way he was.

First Floor: Neon Bar

The bartender continued passing out drinks left and right and the guards continued to eye the place accordingly. No disturbances so far.

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The wolf was sitting at her desk just thinking to herself before a phone sitting on herdesk rang. She picked it up and a voice could be heard talking as several gunshots rang out from the phone. The wolf had a serious look on her face before finally speaking "Yes sir. We'll be there." She quickly got up and grabbed her rifle. The wolf ran through a door to reveal an entire squad of sleeping SWAT. She hit a large button on the wall and a siren rang throughout the station "READY UP BOYS!! We got ourselves a hostage situation!!" she barked over the siren as the the entire squad was out of their bunks and getting their gear on.

As a large van with SWAT on the side barreled down the streets with sirens blarring. Inside the wolf was breifing the squad "Alright guys! One of those damn Yakuza has a liquor store held up. There are three confirmed hostages and we need to get them out alive. Watch your fire, it's right across the street from a club." she told them as a labrador called out from the swerving van "Rules of engagement Captain?" The Captian paused before answering back "Yakuza... shoot on sight."

The van came to a halt and the squad poured out of the back. There was only two police officers covering the exits, the rest? Scared little bitches. The Captian grabbed a megaphone and called out to the Yakuza member inside as the squad garthered around the entrance of the store, prepared to flash grenade the man.

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-dragonfly skipped-

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Jimmy has yet to hear the SWAT coming. He was focused on Gary.

Jimmy: The Boss Sent me; he got a call from the Yakuza that run this club that one of our guys was selling on there turf and if we didn't hurry up and get him out they where going to kill him......

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Gary widened his eyes and brought one hand up to his chin. "Fuck me... I just talked with one and they seemed fine enough to let me off the hook... But maybe you're right, the get out technique might be a good idea right now. Danny always sends someone to babysit me. Feckin' langer."

Gary takes a 5 and puts it on the counter, drinking his last shot.

"Let's fucking leg it lad."

Meanwhile the two Owls then came into the room, allowing the Panda walk inside.

"I would rather speak English for business. Our native tongue is best left for our personal lives yes?" The panda paced around the room and took a seat on a chair, he crossed his legs and the guards moved behind him.

"As you may know, we have much of this part of the city in our pockets... including the police, but we have problems, As I am Chāji no otoko, I was a little weary about meeting you personally... but, there has been a set up."

He laughed.

"Right now, across the street, some of our less than reputable members of the Yakuza have been taken care of. The police are getting ready to open fire as we speak. How do I know this? I made the call, the police know because of me. Seeing as you are so close to the incident, you will be the first to know."

He stood up. "I'm doing alot of trimming. And I'd like you to be more careful, loud music won't always keep your deeds hidden."

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Ken only grunted in silence. He ordinarily preferred japanese, but....the person before him was of great respect. He had no choice but oblige.

"Fucking hell. If there is anything that pisses me off even more, is a pair of fucking dipshits who fuck up a job, that we didn't send them in. Thanks for the heads up and if what you say is true, I recommend you move someplace safe. There are some rumors concerning some renegade Capitain of SWAT or some bullshit. And yes, music does help me keep my bullets quiet."

With a glaring stare, Ken bowed before the panda, as it was in Japanese custom.

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(Abigail is next, then Mayfield. Sorry for the continuity error in the postal order.)

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Tina rolled her eyes as the Bull laid the money on the table, he must not have been listening when she said the bartender was giving her free drinks.

She put the money in between her breasts and took another shot. Noticing th bull was now talking to the intriguing Irish fellow, she walked over to them both. "So what are you two boys talking about?"

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The Yakuza member inside the liquor store did not respond, did not come out. The Captian put the megaphone down and called over to the squad at the door "Put a charge on that door. Get ready for a breach and clear." The wolf ran over to the door as the squad put a charge up. She crouched to the side of the door. She grabbed a cylinder off of her vest, pulled the pin and threw it through the glass window.

A loud echoing bang and a blinding light burst forth from the broken window as the charge blew, the door flying open. The wolf charged in and sighted a tabby hunched over on his knees holding a Desert Eagle 50AE in one hand, his other over his eyes. The rifle was quickly shouldered and a single burst was let loose. First round hist the man in the chest, next in the neck and the final in the center of the forehead. The man dropped to the floor as the seven hostages fled towards the squad.

The wolf walked outside and glared at the club across the street as furs poured out to see where the gunshots came from.

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He turns to the Tabby and smiles

Jimmy: Business Baby just Business

He grabs her ass with both hands and pulls her right up to him his member rubbing against her crotch even through his and her pants.

Jimmy: But where done here; so how about me and you go take that boy for every thing hes worth.

He grins down at her as he begins to slowly grind himself into her body. He looks down and sees the money in between her Breasts and looks back at her and smiles

Jimmy: I love a woman how loves money

with this he squeezes her ass harder and begins to laugh.