Rackleg watched the mob cars pull away. He vaulted off the one-storey building and landed in a crouch. They turned a corner and disappeared.
Damn, he thought. He wanted to follow them for a bit, find some of the bounties. He pulled the posters out of his jacket pocket.
The rain splattered the paper and he unscrewed them, but the ink didn't run. Who is there again? Rackleg figured that taking down the Oddfather would be a colosal task, and in the meantime, he needs moolah.
He flicked through the bounties. Donnie Tightfangs, Goonie McGoon, Knuckles Andwige, Jimmy the Squealer... Hmm. Why would an informant be on the list?
Rackleg slung his semi and put the bounties away. The wet paper let unpleasant cold water to dribble down his leg. He set off for the nearest bar.
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