Robby and Joey leave the room, they have a whole free night ahead of themselves.
Robby: So Joey, what you up for?
Joey: I'm shattered, you go ahead, but I'm off to my room for a break.
Robby: Ok then Joey, catch you later.
Robby walks off into the town, his Snoozie slung over his back for all to see. He walks into a nearby club. The barman turns around and grunts at him.
Robby: A large rum and coke, and don't skimp on the rum....
The barman walks down a flight of stairs, infront of him there are two sligs with Mp-5's and another larger slig with a pair of Katana's in their sheathes.
Barman: Hey guys, I think I got one of Denz's up here....
Slig with Katana's: Whoever he is we'll take care of him, give us 5 minutes to prepare....
**Meanwhile**
Another Vykker approaches Robby.
Vykker: By the way Robs, this is Kloon turf...
Robby: Oh, well I'll just have my drink and I'll go then, can I buy you one?
Vykker: Sure... Make it a Fuzzy Navel...
The barman returns with their drinks. Robby picks up his glass, and sips it slowly. After a minute or two the pair get talking.
Robby: So, who are you?
Vykker: I'm a merc. working for Denz, I keep his guys out of trouble, and create my own...
The Vykker opens his jacket a fraction and gestures at the duel Ingrams consealed inside. Robby also notes that the Vykker has a pair of Desert Eagle's in his belt.
Robby:That's some serious firepower, well I suppose you need it around here.
Robby raises his glass to sip it, and as he does a bullet strikes the glass, shattering it to pieces. The Vykker jumps over the bar and starts to prepare his Ingrams Robby follows suit with his Snoozie. Robby fires a burst towards the cieling.
This causes panic in the bar, and flurries of people rush out of the door, giving the Vykker just enough time to break the neck of the barman, who was just placing his pistol upon Robby's spine.
Robby: Jesus, that was some skill!
Vykker: You haven't seen half of it!
The Vykker fires his Ingrams at the now obvious Sligs. Both of them fall within seconds. The third slig appears in Robbie's view, and following his gut reatcion Robby ducks behind the bar, thus avoiding a strong slash aimed at his head. Robby puts his hands on the bar rail and backflips over the bar, and lands behind the third slig, Robby places his foot in the sligs back, sending him tumbling forwards. The Vykker stands up and fires a single shot at the slig, finishing him off.
Robby: We better leave, Joey needs to know!
Vykker: I'll tag along, by the way, I'm Chris, but my callsign is Corlone...
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