[Jacob]

*Setting: Cars busied by. Pedestrians carried on with their everyday lives, unaware of the drama about to un-ravel above them. In the Diminshe Hotel two opposing Drug Lords were discussing a deal. A deal which could change the Cities of Mudos forever. They were going to combine their forces and come together, not fighting each other for the best, most addictive Drug. Not out bidding each other. But helping. The Hotel they were situated in was quite large, it was one of the biggest buildings in this current City, the City of Liel. Named after the resident Glukkon Queen whom lived deep under the city. The Hotel was a Pinkish colour and held 1100 rooms. The higher the room, the more important the occupier. The room in which the Drug lords were situated was nothing more than a common room. A room for the creme de la creme to come and socialise. For the socialites to come and clamber the social ladder. For the lowers to meet the highers. However, this time only those two were here. Sat on a small, circular table they discussed the terms and conditions, sipping their glass' of water as they did so. On the outside of the Hotel, security was pretty tight. Tighter than usual. Bodyguards watched over the doors leading into the room. They kept watch over the stairwells, the elevators, even the ground car parking and hover car parking. The entrance they had used was the front entrance for Hover cars. It was 35 stories up and was merely a large platform protruding from the Hotel. The actual entry into the Hotel was a large, glass archway. Decorated with flowers and other potted plants. At this moment in time the hired Bodyguards were just watching the cars sail by and talking amongst themselves. Unaware of the happenings taking place a few corridors down...*

Female Bodyguard: "Just keep watch and catch me when it happens, ok? I dont want to be joining those two..."

The Bodyguard was a Crate. A close relative of the Reptilian family. The only differences being that Crates were smaller and alot more civilised. This particular one was wearing complete black, even the shirt underneathe was black and thus gave the female a look of Death. As all Crates are naturally black skinned. Covering her eyes were dark glass' for some reason. And her snout seemed to be scarred, possibly through earlier battles. She spoke on a Pink mobile phone in a Hotel room. The room was tiny and obviously only for the lower grade citizens.

Female Bodyguard: "Yes...Well, just listen out. If all goes to plan i should be out within 10 mins. Is Jale set? Right...thats good. Yeh, yeh. Dont worry, i wont. Anyway, i gotta go. Cya soon."

She hung up, dropping the phone to the ground and stomping on it. She then proceeded out into the Corridor.

***

*Setting: As described before two Drugs overlords are planning to unite. One of them a feminine female Ariphité and the other a masculine Crate. The female was wearing a White polo-neck top with White jeans and Pink shoes. Her arm was layden with Jewels bracelets. The male was dressed in a Purple pinstripe suit. He wore a Gold Rolex and a ring on his middle claw. His black shoes were polished so severly that they literally reflected the light of the room, which wasn't much. Just a mere lightbulb behind a dome like cover. His eyes were Emerald Red and hers a Saffire Blue...It seemed like they were destined to be against each other, but destiny seemingly works in more mysterious ways than God.*

Female: "Markus, dear. Tell me...dont you bore of our petty niggles? Our quips and snipes at each other in the form of friends bodies? Burnt down resource centers...etc?"

The female's voice was firm and posh, she scratched the back of her head gently. Eager to hear his reply.

Markus: "Yea. I do. But, you have to admit, its fun...Heheh."

His voice was alot rougher and harsh. The female was obviously born upper class.

Female: "Oh yes, i dont deny that. I had great fun watching the beating and murdering of one of your little Drug whores...But, dont you tire of hearing that my men have killed one of yours...Because, i tire of hearing such things."

Markus nodded gently, taking a sip from his glass of water.

Markus: "Some times. Some times. But hey, thats life."

The female nodded and shifted seating positions, crossing her legs as she did.

Female: "Indeed it is. So, how would you like it if life got a tad bit easier...For us both?"

Suddenly perking up the Crate eyed up his 13 year nemesis.

Female: "Well? We can still watch the killings and beatings of the Drug dealers...just...not our own. We'll take the little men..."

Markus scratched his scarred snout, his tail would be moving from side to side by now...if it hadn't been hacked off. The same goes for the female, but hers was docked at birth.

Markus: "How can i trust ya?"

The female uttered a bemused chuckle and stood up, took out a small envelope and skimmed it across the table to Markus.

Female: "Its a contract. A deal. A...A Partnership. I have already put my name, all it needs is yours and then we're done. We're partners. Its all very legit..."

Markus opened the envelope with a single talon and read the agreement. His eyes skimming across the page rapidly.

Markus: "How can i be sure you wont backstab me...eh? This dont prove shit."

He placed the paper down and looked up at her, sitting back slowly. The female moved around the table towards him. Tutting as she did so.

Female: "Well, my illiterate companion, if you could actually read you would notice this part."

As she neared the back of him she pointed to a part typed in bold;

'Any Deaths, Thefts, Arsons, Assassinations or any other damaging acts which point to being the cause of either participating member below, then the one responsible takes responsibility for such an action and allows him/herself to be taken to court/killed.'

She read this short paragraph out to her slow friend and patted him on the shoulder with a black paw.

Female: "Now...i believe thats enough evidence that i am being sincere. Please sign."

She dropped a pen down on the table in front of him. Markus slowly picked it up and signed on the dotted line.

Markus: "D-Done..."

Female: "Goodo. I'll get that to the legal department straight away and then we can meet again to talk about the combining of our...buisness'."

She snatched the Contract away from him quickly, folded it and put it down her front.

Female: "Jester!!"

After doing so she called out, the door opened and a fragile looking Mudokon poked his head from around the door.

Jester: "Yes ma'am?"

Female: "Get my car ready will you...I'll be leaving in 3 minutes."

Jester: "Right away ma'am."

He nodded and quickly closed the door. The female slid herself on the table.

Female: "Mudokons. Slow as Hell but cheap...Heh."

Markus chuckled and looked up at her. Placing a paw on her lap.

Markus: "Why did we ever fight, Olivia?"

Olivia: "Destiny..."

Upon saying this she got up off of the table and walked towards the door.

Olivia: "Speak to you soon."

***

*Setting: Black cars slowly hummed by, checking for any suspicious behavior from a civilian or other. On top of one of the smaller buildings hid a Saurian. He was hiding inside of the derelict shell, clutching a black case close to his chest. His skin was light Blue and his eyes Green. He wore nothing but a pair of black shorts. On his right fore-arm was a tattoo of a large Heart, going through the Heart was silver chains, those chains were then linked to other hearts. This went on until it reached his elbow, thats were it ended in a small blue flame. The floor in which the Saurian was, was directly opposite the Hotel and just above the Hover car landing ledge. He was relativly close and could see the Bodyguards busying about as per usual when somebody illegit and rich was around. Sighing he propped his head up with his right hand and awaited some action. As he watched a long, black car floated by. It was a Limo and most likely going to pick somebody up...possibly one of his marks.*

Saurian: "Here we go..."

***

Bodyguard #1: "Ma'am, please hurry along. You do understand that this is one of the more dangerous parts of the journey, anybody could pick you off."

As Olivia walked down the empty corridor to the archway which lead to her ride home, she got surrounded by more and more Bodyguards. They were some who were different specie and some who were the same, it didn't really matter to the Drugs runner, so long as she was protected...

***

Female Bodyguard: "Sir...If you want to go too, we're all ready."

The female Crate poked her head through the door and asked him gently. Markus slowly got to his feet and stepped over to the door and exited.

Markus: "Lets go..."

***

Saurian: "Come on, just a little to the right..."

The Saurian was now holding a Sniper Rifle now. It had been the contents of the case and he had quickly assembled the weapon, loading it with a lone Silver bullet. Now he was slowly taking aim with it. Zooming in ever so carefully. Hoping no patrol would see him. No Bodyguard would smell him. His mark was making her way to her Limosine...And was heavily protected.
*Bu-doosh*

***

Markus turned sharply, hearing the gunshot that had rippled through the air. His four Bodyguards turned abruptly too, drawing their weapons.

Markus: "W-What the Hell was that!?"

Bodyguard: "Sir, we have to get you out of here...!!"

Upon saying this they quickly ushered their employer along the corridor and towards the carpark which stored the normal, gravity whipped cars.

***

*Setting: As the gunshot went off, a Hotel door opened. The sound had been the signal. The signal to proceed with the next part. The Green Saurian stepped out of the room he was hiding in. His black boots making 'thump-thump' sounds as they hit the soft Red carpet. The Black, ankle length Leather Jacket swaying as he walked. The fingerless, leather gloves seemingly squeaking as the fists of the 2nd Assassin clenched and un-clenched. The White vest concealing a bulging 6-pack. And the Black, Leather belt holding both Silver Uzi's and two Sawn-off Shotguns. This highly trained creature made its way down the corridor. Spotting one of its prey up ahead. A Bodyguard. The Guard saw the Saurian exit the room and thus believed that it may of been a civilian. Calmly the Black clad Guard walks upto the approaching Saurian and, with an outstretched arm and forward facing palm states;

'Sorry, please turn back.'

The Saurian ignores such a request and grabs the arm of the Guard with his right hand and uppercuts the elbow with the left. Then, raising its left foot, the creature slowly lowers itself and kicks out, making contact with its victims chest. The ribs crack and the body of the being flies backwards, hitting the floor and lying still. The Saurian continues...*

***

Female Bodyguard: "Sir, please. This way..."

The female tugs Markus to the right, in the direction of the Car park. Two of the other Bodyguards whom were escorting Markus stop in the corridor and guard it, raising their rifles and aiming them at the space between them and the other side of the corridor. The third Guard follows the female and Markus.

***

*Setting: Bullets his the derelict building and the Blue Saurian skits through the old insides. Attempting to get to the other side intact. As he nears the other side he quickly throws himself into the wall. Thankfully, after the time inbetween its state now and from when it was built the wall had weakened, allowing the creature to smash through it...*

Saurian: "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...!!"

As the creature plummeted to the ground it screamed, hoping something would be able to stop the fall.
*Vrooooooooooooom*

Saurian: "Oofff, 'bout time aswell..."

The creature landed in the back seat of a hover car. The exterior was Red, the Interior White and leather. It was a hatch back, one of the last remaining models. The driver was Jale, a Mudokon with a bright Orange plume. He turned back to face the Saurian and smiled and said in a Jamaican-esque accent...

Jale: "Jale will alwayz pull through for ya, mon..."

***

*Setting: Another Guard hit a wall, blood spurting from his mouth as he slowly slid to the ground. The Green Saurian made his way towards the car park...towards his mark.*

***

Female Bodyguard: "Sir, i think we should stop. Mr Qui seems tired..."

The Bodyguard she addressed turned to Markus and put a hand on his shoulder. They were close to the car park, only two flights of stairs and they would be done.

Male Bodyguard: "You ok, sir?"

Markus nodded and started walking again.

Female Bodyguard: "But sir, we...we, erm, dont have the keys to the car...!!"

Markus turned to her as she said this, reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Jingling them in front of her eyes.

Markus: "Now...lets go."

Smirking the female shook her head slowly.

Female Bodyguard: "No, lets stay..."

***

*Setting: The two Bodyguards whom were guarding the corridor were still alive and alert. They cocked their guns, eagerly awaiting somebody or something to wander into their line of sight. They did. The Saurian. He turned a corner and noticed the two guards no-more than 20 ft away. They smirked, firing their weapons with no mercy. The Saurian dove forwards, everything seemingly going in slow motion, he drew his Uzi's, pointed them forwards and fired. The incoming bullets were missing him by inches, centermetres, millimetres!! As he fired he aimed at both targets with different weapons. Unloading all 30 rounds in each gun in 5 seconds. The Guards didn't stand a chance, dropping to the ground they twitched and gurgled. Blood soaking into the Red carpet. And the Saurian walking right past them, without a care in the world.*

***

*Setting: The female quickly pulled out a Silenced Berreta. Shooting the Bodyguard instantly. Markus backed up against the wall, attempting to inche towards the stairwell...*

Female: "I wouldn't..."

Markus stopped in mid-movement, looking down at the corpse of his co-hort.

Markus: "Why? Who are you? What do you want?"

The female smirked, her Black scales seemingly shifting. And then she changed. Her skin pigment lightened to a soft Pinky and her shape got thinner.

Markus: "A...A Changling!? Who...Who hired you!?"

The Changling cocked her head, her black hair flopping infront of her face.

Changling: "Nightie..."

*Boosh*

(OOC: Opinions? Too long? Too short? Too complex? What?)
(Edit: Special thx to Rach (Slaskia) whom allowed me to use her race (The Saurians) in this and up and coming fics)