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Prologue: Of Infamy and Misfortune
The Two men walked side by side in the cold winter night. They walked at a brisk pace, with details of their faces obscured by the darkness, and spoke in hushed tones, not wanting their discussion to be known.
"Things are getting harder for us you know, after Maria fell, the Garrison has really stepped up, they've intercepted three carts already. We may have to cease our activities in the district of Trost" one man said. The other glanced to both sides and then said, "Things were certainly easier when the Garrison could be paid off just like the MPs, but after the latest round of purges and imprisonments, the Garrison seems to be doing it's jobs better, which is bad for us."
They rounded a corner and entered an empty bar. The two men walked behind the counter and descended into the basement where they could speak more freely.
"How did the raid go?" The first man asked, notably smaller than his companion. "Not well, that bastard ambushed us, we lost six men, and if we didn't take 'precautionary measures', we would have one pissed MP officer out for our skins. We did manage to get some information on crime lords which could fetch a high price with the MPs though, they do like to think they do their jobs well."
The two men looked up as they heard footsteps entering the room, one of them put a hand on his pistol, but lowered it when they saw the woman who walked through.
"Any word on possible hit jobs?" The second man asked her. A simple nod was her response. The wind seemed to be picking up, the door rattled upstairs, but they ignored it as the woman laid three scrolls on the table, they had the seal of Wall Rose on them, a signal amongst criminals that the contents of the scrolls contained information on illegal activity.
"You say that you heard the gunshots? Damn, the Garrison's crime fighting wing is picking up the MPs slack, they just shut down almost the entire black market in Trost". The short man picked up and opened the first scroll, containing a detailed drawing of a young man with short, black hair and brown eyes.
He read the name listed "Octavius Fortuna of House Fortuna". He immediately threw it on the ground without bothering to read the price. House Fortuna had a well trained private guard force, attempting to kill Octavius, or 'Tave', as he was known as commonly, would be suicide. Just then, a quiet sweeping sound turned into a boom as a group of five men in military uniforms burst into the room.
They came in just as the man had stomped on the opened scroll. He reached for his pistol, but a rifle shot to the chest ended his life for that effort. The other two were arrested without a fight. The leader of the soldiers tucked the two unopened scrolls into his pocket, and picked up the opened one, "I guess we will need to tell the captain about this, someone in the Trost crime ring wants the head of the Fortuna family killed."
In the swift actions taken that night, the Trost segment of Franz's and Roberts's independent contractors was permanently closed.
Author's note: Thank you for reading. This is my first fanfiction, and I hoped you enjoyed. Now for some much needed explanation. This story begins one years after the fall of Wall Maria, and I will try to stick to the story for a while, but this WILL diverge from the main AOT plot, and become it's own story, so if you don't want to read it, then by all means don't.