"Sven, can you please explain why we're driving through here?"

"Train, for the last time—,"
"We're here because the suspect is more likely to be here."

"Ah! Thank you, Eve!"

"But why would he be HERE anyway?"

The gang of sweepers was driving in their raggedy car looking for someone to turn in for money. But now they were in the old ghetto, cautiously stopping to look around.

"Look, we're gonna' take a quick scan around town and get out of here, okay?" said Sven as he slowly stepped out the car. Compared to Sven, Train and Eve seemed pretty calm as if they were doing their regular everyday bounty hunting. Train locked his hands behind his head and shrugged. "All right, I'll meet you back here in 30 minutes," he said, stretching. Sven looked at him, "Eh? Train, we should really stick together, you know."
"Nah, I'll be fine, you just watch the princess, kay?"

Train quietly walked in the dark alleys alone and sighed. "Man what a dump," he groaned and paused when he heard screaming. He grinned. "Finally! Some action!"

He took his gun and ran, following the yelling and found a group of guys grabbing onto a young woman whose skin was milky chocolate color with dark brown hair pinned up.

They yanked her around, pulling her furiously.

"Ngah! Let me go!" she hissed angrily as they laughed. Train raised his gun and shot 3 gunshots. The men looked at him nervously and took off running, letting the woman fall to her knees.

Train held out his hand to her. She looked at him and looked away. "Ch'. I could've taken care of them myself," she said, standing up and dusting herself off. Train raised an eyebrow as he examined her and winced at her exposing clothing. She wore a shirt that was like a bra, a short jean jacket, and some jeans with sneakers. Her hoop earrings looked bigger than her face almost!

She snapped her fingers at him.

"Whatchu' lookin' at?" she hissed. Train looked at her again and sighed, scratching his head. "Ya know,…you're gonna' be in trouble wearing clothes like that…especially in a place like this," he said.

"It's my work clothes."

"What?"

"It's how I get money to…you know…," she held up her gun and grinned, "when I don't feel like bountyhuntin'. Speakin' of which…."

She tugged a bit at Train's jacket and leaned into his face.

"You wouldn't be interested, would you? For 20 bucks."

Is this what she does? I hope she's still virgin…Train thought, grimacing. He pulled her hand away.

"Don't do unsafe things like that—,"

"Hey, Train, who's this?"

Train turned to see Sven and Eve walk up from down the street.

"Oh, just a friend I saved," he said, grinning.

"Friend?" she said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Really?" Sven said, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up, "what's your name, sweetheart?"
"A-Aalilyah!" she snapped. Then she turned away with a light blush. "And don't call me 'sweetheart'."

Sven chuckled a bit. "Sorry. 'Alilyah' why are you here dressed like that? Haven't your mother taught you about looking decent?"

"My mama's dead."

"Oh…, then your father…?"

"I don't have one."

Sven looked at Eve and Train. Train only shrugged and Eve looked back.

He sighed. "Look. How about you come with us?"