An Assassin's Price

Damien Was sitting in a dark back corner of the bar where he could see everyone and everything. His keen eyes searching everything and taking it all in, in only a matter of moments. He was awaiting the arrival of someone who was going to attempt to hire him to take care of a little "problem" the individual had. If the price was right then it would be taken care of. Something felt odd at the bar tonight...nothing like a set up but something felt more.....violent then normal.

Damien was finihsing his beer when a cloaked man made his way to the table. "I'm looking for a cowboy." said the man. Damien said "Nothing but us gunslingers at this table." With that the man pulled a blade as did another large amount of the bars population. He had been set up....but by who? "HAHA have it your way fellas....you're not leaving here alive I tell ya that now." The man wiht the blade lunged forward but got a very unexpected and nasty surprise. A rather lage bullet hole was in his chest and from behind him the rest of the bar could see what was left of his spimne as the .50 cal round made its way through him droipping him immediatly.

Damien began firing on anyone holdoing a blade or a gun towards him. he didn't know who to trust. it was all or nothikng for him now. He made it to the door and was out on city street. he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silencer as he ran away from the bar.

Psyla watched as her subject hurried out of the bar. She smiled - the guys were doing what she had....kindly asked them to do. As several of them fell and were left behind in the bar from the shots Damien fired, several more chased after him. Psyla simply followed, for there would be a time when he would run out of bullets, but the men after him would not stop. And that would be when she would intervene.

Psyla had persuaded them to chase him into an abandoned warehouse. It was only a few blocks away, but many considered it a safehouse for its close proximity to the cops. Of course, the cops weren't always helpful, and if one was unlucky enough to alert the cops attention, it generally ended up in more trouble than good - the cops were known to seek profit where ever possible. As as a result, neither party would win, especially if the victim didn't have enough money to pay the cop off. Generally speaking, though, the cops didn't venture in, and fortunately, the bad guys were too afraid to take the risk. Getting caught in today's world just wasn't like the old days...

At the safehouse is when it would all begin...she looked around, just to make sure no one saw her. It was her job to remain invisible to the general public, for no one could know what she did, or who she really worked for.

[note: this does not take place at any particular time. Depending on who responds to her various posts first will determine the timeline order of this post; also, this warehouse that is referred to here is the safehouse Daleka and Matthew are in...please go there. ]