"Ah, crap," Rackleg muttered under his breath. That Vykker was going to pay. He slowly rose to his feet with his hands in the air.
"Look, I don't want any trouble." Rackleg was now able to assess his situation. The guy in charge was a Chronicler, he didn't expect to be seeing one of those here. Their one leg gives them some mobiity problems, but the four arms meant that Rackleg would have to keep an eye out for surprises from that guy. And there were four sligs behind him, dressed in black suits. Normally sligs wouldn't present him with a problem, but they were of the mafia. He would have to be prepared for anything.
"I was just here to get some... er..." did he really want these gangsters to know he was here for bounties? Most of them were on the wall already.
"Your guy is in the back," said Rackleg, changing the subject quickly. "It's not pretty." He pushed the door open with his foot. The unconcious slig was hidden in the shadows, so long as he doesn't wake up, he won't be found. The bounty hunter stared the mobster in the eye. He slid his foot under his semi-auto. One wrong move on the part of these jokers and it would be in his grip in a second.
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