Guns and Dragons

by Ryu Gunslinger

Inspired by Trigun anime. Ryu, a Top Ranking Peacemaker, must fight off hords of outlaws determined to get their hands on a female fae. R R please.Finito, 100 Complete, 129 review, w00t

6. Liberation

Claimer: Neo Rogue belongs to me, or at least the resistance group does.

***

The two hicks walked inside, looking around, pointing their guns all around, ready for either the woren or the peacemaker to just jump out at them, and try and make their move in and shoot them upon movement. They entered, finding no sight of anyone; the place looked more like a catastrophe then any hiding place. Ryu and Wes watched from above in the vents, staying as still as possible, trying not to break their cover.

"Damn it, no sign of them... those punks possibly are in the vents... " Cody said, with a grunt of frustration.

"Shit, I ain't going in there, those things are to damn small, it's a wonder how that woren went in there and is able to move." Shane noted, as he walked out of the room.

"Well, he's possibly a lot skinnier then you Shane, how else would they be able to get in there without us finding them." Cody remarked, shaking his head.

"You wanna talk fat; take a look at yourself, your fatter then me." Shane spat, punching Cody in the shoulder.

"I can't help it, it is... um... fuck, I don gone and forgot the word... " He remarked, scratching his head.

"Damn it, your such an idiot Cody, a friggin idiot." Shane remarked, walking on out of the room.

"Fuck you Shane... I did ya motha last night." Cody spat, walking out, the two starting another worthless argument out of anger.

Wes breathed a sigh of relief, as his glance to Ryu.

"Hicks taking over this place... this don't seem like some kind of likable case... " Wes remarked, shuddering at the thought.

"With mouths like that, it is impossible; no hick has an I.Q. to even create such a plan." Ryu criticized, knowing full well that hicks were less intelligent then perhaps a newborn, they were idiots.

"They are wrong about one thing, it ain't no easy fit in here, and I feel like a piece of meat in this vent, squeezed in uncomfortably." He replied, trying to move his muscles.

"Forget about that, we have to liberate this place of the hicks who are within the place." Ryu mentioned, glancing behind him to where Nina was, bend over, and facing him.

"Nina, you and Cherry get to the girls locker room, and get your suit and whatever you use to cast magic, we're going to need it if this is the Black Market at work." Ryu mentioned as he shook his head.

"Wait, why me, I can't even fight." Cherry whined, giving a begging frown to him, from behind the woren.

"How bout for a night in bed with me." Wes replied glancing over towards her from behind him.

Cherry almost immediately went star-struck, as she immediately got a hold of herself.

"Deal Wesy-chan." She replied cutely, hugging his legs.

"First time I've seen a girl not hit you." Ryu mocked, giggling.

"Third times the charm." Wes replied, grinning to Ryu with a toothy smile.

"Right and we are going to get our artillery back, and take this place back." Ryu said, as the two nodded.

"Only one problem, how in the hell am I going to even get there, these vents aren't large enough to even stand my beastly muscles." He said with a bit of macho attitude in his voice.

"Cut the crap, by what I can see, the girls greased you up enough that you can slide on through." Ryu said, pointing to his shiny skin.

"Hmm, true, and I would be silent and deadly." Wes replied with a rasp tone.

"Well, Nina, its up to us, knowing anything, these hicks are only the enforcers, they may be idiots, but if they get you, they wont let go... take caution please." Ryu warned, Nina nodded as an answer.

The four may not have known how to navigate through the vents, but they still had an advantage over the flunks around the hallways.

***

Jack could only stare in horror as he watched from the cameras of how the hicks were rounding up the guests and employees like cattle, carting them off to a large room, where they were gather up, and guarded by armed men.

"What the hell are you doing!? This may ruin my business!" Jack yelled, standing to his feet, as he slammed his fists down hard on the table.

"You won't, we have helped you in the past... but it appears we are going to have more problems, so far, all the hicks have reported no sign of Fae, and it could mean their on to us, my Elites are searching for their weapons, though the woren's they're having trouble getting his coffin up... I'm sending more men to help out." Don replied, sitting on top of Jacks desk.

"I don't get it, why in the hell are you sending in hicks to do the work, their idiots, morons who don't have an ounce of intelligence nor clue in dealing with things such as this. Just what in the hell were you thinking when you hired them!?" Jack yelled, teeth clench and an enraged glance burning within his eyes.

Cameron only remained silent, glancing at him with his eyelids opened normally, as he took a deep breath.

"Fools or morons, the only advantage is how petite they are when it comes to pay, either way, as long as we hold the peacemakers gun and his sword, we hold the cards. Sides, hicks don't even know the difference of a fake dollar bill from a real one." He said, cracking a smile, as he picked up a cigar, smoking it.

"I don't care, the hicks are worse then worens, the scallywags, this place already has a foul stench thanks to their presence being here, and no matter how many times I clean the areas they sat at, it never dies out." Jack muttered shuddering at the smell, his hand covering his mouth, as the stench gave off an odor that made his stomach turn.

***

"Didn't we come through this area already?" Wes asked, sliding along the air vent.

"Yes, because I can smell your odor all around this are!" Ryu replied sarcastically, as he faked a cough.

"When we get out of here, I am going to open one hell of a can of wup ass on you." Wes remarked, cracking his knuckles, as Ryu only sighed.

The two already were lost, unable to find their way through and only having a few viewpoints that were near guards. Ryu crawled slow, hoping to avoid the guards, and had succeeded in bypassing them. They still had to get through to the men's locker room, which Ryu had only one idea of what it was. He remembered the grant and limestone tiles, along with the wooden lockers, gold aluminum faucets and the restrooms. Perhaps the one key difference had to be the urine toilets, the one piece of furniture that separated the men's and women's bathrooms.

"Wait... how is it you were in the bathroom or locker room when you were busy with those girls?" Ryu asked, as Wes stopped for a second, glancing to him.

"Policy Ryu... and a chance like this to get into someplace like this is something I leap at." He said, moving behind Ryu, the two being careful, as they knew there was a chance that they could be shot by the hicks surrounding them.

"That so... I just hope the bastards haven't taken my gun or my sword... without them it is going to be trouble." Ryu replied, still looking around. "I only wonder how the girls are doing."

***

"Are we near there yet?" Cherry asked, following Nina.

"No... stop asking already... times like this it is better to just keep your mouth shut." Nina sternly replied to Cherry.

It wasn't that Nina was annoyed by her; Nina was more concern with getting caught. Without her ring, she had no chance in defending herself, as magic was her own strength, unless she was angry, otherwise she had the strength to put a bump on a woren's head, at least considering what she did to Wes.

Nina glanced out of each of the output vents, looking to see if she could find the ladies room, and get her regular out back. The robe was okay, but she loved her loose clothing better then easy slip-on clothing such as the robe. She took a deep breath, it was hard enough to get through the place with her heart beating fast, she was scared, scared of the thugs, and unarmed as she was, they were towering giants. She still moved on, if it was fear that had made her heart beat fast, then it was a will of gold that kept her moving.

"Nina... do you think Wes is hot?" Cherry asked curiously.

Nina stopped, blinking at the thought of the questions. She did think he was sexy, with the huge muscles on him; he had the sculpture of a god when it came to muscles. Though while looks are deceiving, he did have a few problems, the first was his smoking habit. Nina didn't see him smile often, but she had seen his stained teeth, and they were not to pretty when it came to looking at them. She though didn't find him as attractive as Ryu, though she was already shy enough to admit she was more drawn to him then Wes.

"Well, he is hot, but I don't want to date him." She replied, having a feeling that Cherry wanted to know if Nina was in love with him.

"Tee-hee, you have a crush on someone else, don't cha." She asked teasingly.

Nina only sighed, she didn't want to even start on the subject at a time like this, but then again, Cherry perhaps could have been with them, why else was she acting so calm, asking so many questions when their lives were on the line.

Well, Nina's wasn't, but her friend's lives were. Slowly they crawled up to the familiar sight, to which Nina immediately recognized, by its interior design, and the lockers within in the place.

"This is the place, I am sure of it!" Nina said, remain still, waiting to see if there was any guards inside.

"Nina, is the coast clear?" Cherry whispered, trying to keep her tone low.

"Don't worry, so far I don't see any males around, so it looks like a good sign." She whispered back, still keeping her eyes peeled for anything unusual.

She pushed the vent open, making her way out, as she landed down, looking around as she moved fast. The keys were still in her pocket, at least she remembered that is were she put them. Reaching in, her choice was proven correct, as she smiled, looking over the numbers along each of the lockers within the room. Cherry hopped down glancing around.

"This isn't to promising Nina, why are there no guards here?" She asked looking around.

"I don't know... maybe there are no female hicks, else this place would be surrounded.

She walked to her locker opening it up, as she dropped her robe, stretching her wings out once more, it felt great to finally be able to move them, after being cramped in that vent, it was a relief to be able to move her arms, her legs and especially her wings. She may have been naked at that moment, but she didn't care, she was glad to be able to move her wings. Slowly, she took out her kimono and her panties, hastily putting them on.

She turned only to find Cherry restrained and her mouth covered by several guards.

"Don't try anything funny little Fae, else we kill this girl, understood?" One of the men said.

It was obvious; the men had planned this from the start, and perhaps were doing the same to Ryu... She gulped both at that thought and the fact that she was in a tight position to even make any choice.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, lowering her glance to the ground.

"Simple, come with us, and don't dare try anything funny, else we kill your friend her!" The man said, moving the knife in his hand around her throat.

Nina nodded, closing her eyes, three men running towards her, one behind her, and the other two at her sides. A gun was poked in her back, forcing her move on or else Cherry would be murdered. She walked slowly, and without hesitation, she moved on, knowing it was no use to resist, Ryu was not here to help here, nor was Wes; she was now a prisoner, to the black market, nothing more but a pet. She frowned, glancing to the ground in disgrace. Even if the two did try and rescue her, they would not last long, the armed men would pick them off, and one shot was all it would take to kill them both.

Unless Ryu and Wes had their guns, then they would stand a chance, but even she knew the two would walk into a trap, and it would perhaps be their own death.

"Ryu..."

***

The men slowly crawled through the vents, glancing in each of the rooms; they didn't have much luck navigating through the tunnels, especially ones this tight. The two pushed on, they still had the will to move onward, they had to reach the locker room, they had to get their arms, and shake out the pest that had taken over the place. Crazy as it sounded, it was more like an action movie, where a hero takes on armies of the villain cronies, and faces the threat with a captured damsel in distress, but this was no movie, and in reality, the hero lives at a high cost. Ryu knew full well that he could have been walking into a trap, but it didn't faze him, he still knew Wes had the speed of a cheetah; the woren was a hunter, cleaver and cunning when it found its prey, remaining silent as it hid in the bushes, waiting, while the pray went and took in whatever bait was laid out for it.

Wes knew this time he was going to have to use his fist rather then a chain gun in his hands. The two moved still along the dense metal vent, reaching an output of a room with yellow marble floors and the green painted lockers. Ryu already immediately by the sight of the room that it was truly the men's locker room, as he kicked out the main cover vent and hopped on down, Wes following closely behind.

"Something's not right here." Ryu said, cautiously taking his steps.

"Gee, what gave ya that idea?" Wes sarcastically remarked.

Ryu slowly walked to his locker, taking out the key within his pocket, he inserted firmly inside, twisting it, as he opened the locker, smiling in relief, as he reached inside, only to gasp in dismay when he noticed two of his items missing. His holster belt and his sheath for his broadsword were missing, only his jacket, pants, tank top, boxer shorts and leather boots were all that remained. Ryu already knew this was not a good thing, as he glanced back, hearing a loud thud, metal slamming against the tiled wall to be precise, as armed hicks came in surrounding them. Wes remained still, he already knew it was danger when he couldn't find his coffin, but he didn't expect hicks to be behind this.

"Sucka's, ya actually think we let yas two even get ya damn hands on ya weapons?" One of the hicks shouted out, shotgun in firing position, aimed at Ryu.

A few more swarmed in, as they all aimed at Wes, forcing the two into surrender. Though the real question was it surrender, or did the idiot hicks want to just shoot them on sight? Ryu only sighed, closing his eyes, he never thought he would die like this, unarmed and out of uniform, it would be a shame, he was nearly one of the surviving peacemakers of his own generation, next to Erwin. Hard as he tried, he still couldn't protect Nina every second, and he had a good hunch she was captured. Just why did they truly want with her, why was so much money put out for her captured? So many unanswered questions Ryu would never get, it pitied him, but that was just the way things were going to turn out to be.

"Now den, it be time we took ya down." mentioned another hick, smiling with his ever so crooked cavity black teeth, as his finger reached for the trigger of his shotgun.

At that exact moment, shots ran out, and down with a loud thump the hicks fell, each with a fatal shot of a bullet to the head, around the ears or temple area. Ryu opened his eyes, glancing in shock, each lay dead on the floor, and dead by one shot. Whoever it was that made those shots was no newbie at shooting. Wes already was first to leap, and glance at the doors, only to find not a trace of anyone, only the door closing fully. Ryu followed, running towards him, as he glanced in the same directing, puzzled by just what the hell was going on.

"I don't know what's going on, but whatever just happened... I doubt it was a guardian angel who saved our asses back there." Wes mentioned, scratching his chin.

Ryu though noticed a slip that was lying down on the ground, white and within a envelope. Ryu took a few short steps, walking over to it, he kneeled slowly down, and gently his index and thumb grasped the right edge firmly, and picked the letter up, as he glanced at it.

"Just what the hell is a letter doing lying her on the floor?" Wes asked, walking slowly over to Ryu.

Ryu slowly opened the licked closing area, as he pulled out the folded note, reading it slowly.

"Peacemaker and Woren, your weapons are within the storage area, but that is the least of your problems. The Fae and her red haired friend have been kidnapped, and are being taken to where the boss of the Black Market is within this building. They are heading down a route I have listed on a map, use it to navigate and recover your weapons. I won't be watching your backs forever, so best take your steps carefully.

Sincerely,

Anonymous."

"What the fuck?" Wes said confused, scratching his forehead.

"Don't know if we can trust the bastard, but if he saved our asses just a few seconds ago, then they are trustworthy." Ryu replied, as he took a few steps forward, pushing the door halfway open, he peeked out, glancing around the area, finding the hicks shot blindly in the head, each laid dead, shotguns to the sides.

"Trustworthy is hardly the word to use, I would say shadowed ally, for someone who clears a path for us and then vanishes." Wes commented, as he glanced at the gunned down men.

"No time for title debates, Nina is in distress and so is the red head, so let's get a move on, find them hicks holding them and open a large can of wup-ass on them." Ryu said, about to run off.

"Yeah, but shouldn't we get dressed first?" Wes commented, pointing to Ryu's robe.

"No time, Nina needs our help, and if we delay, we may be too late." Ryu replied about to run off.

"Yeah, but you rather be fighting them in that robe?" Wes questioned, with a slight giggle.

"Drop it Wes, we go now, understood?" Ryu said, running off.

Wes sighed, running back in, as he grabbed his cloths, dressing up hastily, before he snatched up Ryu's jacket, and other clothing, stuffing them into a bag, and ran off at a speed that even a cheetah would be jealous of.

"Hang in there Cherry, I'm on my way." Wes though, running after Ryu, knowing where the peacemaker was going by his scent, a mild but still normal smell.

***

Nina continued walking, glancing to the ground, with a sad frown on her face. Already she was captured, and resistance would cost a life this time. She wasn't too much into the option of jumping up and engaging in a fight, she feared that at the cost of the girl's life was not worth it. Cherry was her friend, her most recent friend at the most present, and to have it end in her death was overwhelming to her.

She continued on, still remaining sad, hopelessness dwelled all through her heart, she had no will to even face them, it was by now all over. She knew by now Ryu was dead, Wes along with him, there was no chance the two would be alive, especially when they were unarmed. The two already were responsible for thwarting the schemes of capturing the Fae; the two were by now wanted dead by the head boss of the Black Market.

She glanced back, still finding Cherry restrained, though by this time, her hands were tied up behind her back, and her mouthed gagged with a scarf tied tightly around her mouth. The men only marched with a greedy glow in their eyes; they were after something more then just them, perhaps the reward. Nina remembered what Ryu had said, that men were so greedy for money, they would go as far as murder just to get money from a very wealthy person. Perhaps the hicks were just the same, helping the Black Market in their attempt to kidnap her for a large ransom the Black market had on her head.

"So this is my fate, to end by capture... and lose two friends by murder... Wes... Ryu..." She closed her eyes, even though she knew Wes a short time, he still was someone she cared for, finding humor in his little schemes to get a girl in bed.

Ryu though was more important to her then anyone.

He was the first to actually not run away scared, like the earlier people she encountered.

The first to actually comment brightly on her wings, when she tried to hide them.

Sadness and despair flowed through her; the one dearest man to her was gone. She knew it was hopeless to think he had survived, especially when he was unarmed, he was a walking target, dead upon sighting.

She glanced to the side, finding the place quiet, not a person in sight of the hallway, only closed doors, with only the sound of laughs and illiterate chatter being the only buzz that filled the entire hallway.

Serenity hollow was not in lockdown, it was in a crisis, how could the owner even put up with this? Was he even alive?

She didn't concern herself with the thoughts, she only wanted to end this, so Cherry would be released, and she would then be able to unleash her rage.

Unknown to them, Ryu was approaching, a bamboo stick in his two hands, mainly used for decoration in a eating lounge, it was now a rod of pain, in the hands of a boy who had played with toys such as this one when he was young. He though wasn't reminiscing the times of his youth, he was fueled up, and ready to beat the living hell out of the bad teeth, ugly ass hicks who had taken Nina hostage. He wasn't to well calmed, he didn't notice Wes was following him because of the anger that flowed through his veins.

Ryu only knew the path, as he glanced on the map, noting the key mentions, of pictures, shields, guns, of numerous types mounted along the walls of the hallways. He ran with his life, knowing full well he had to get their before it was all too late. What he didn't know was Wes was gaining up on him fast; by far the Woren wasn't blinded by rage for once. Wes had known that the hicks were foolish, they never did try to get a job done quickly, they took all the time in the world to get around, and thinking nothing would ever go wrong.

He dashed past Ryu, throwing a bag directly in the peacemaker's face, as he ran ahead, leaving the enraged Ryu in anger.

"Grrr, damn you Wes, you have a nerve to run ahead of me!" He growled out, and pursued the Woren.

***

Turmoil was about to unfold, as the screens in the camera room went out, only the view of static was all that flickered on the blank screen. It only took a few seconds as each of the cameras's showing one of the specific areas went into static. The don stood up from his comfortable seat, glancing over to the screens, a puzzled grin on his face as he pressed one of the channel changing buttons rapidly, only to find more static on each channel, no matter where he turned it to.

"What the hell? Jack, the cameras are dead!" The Don bitterly remarked, glancing directly over to Jack with a bitter glance on his face.

"Huh... that can't... unless... " Jack grasped one of the communicators, pressing the transmitting button, as he spoke to one of the guards.

"Elite guard, do you copy, state your name." Jack calmly asked, as he waited for a reply.

"The names Nack, Jack... whadaya want?" Nack asked with a cocky tone.

"Check room one-forty-five, there may be a malfunction, or a sabotage, report to me when you reach there." Jack ordered, placing the raconteur down.

"Will do." Nack replied, as he cut communications off once more.

"Jack, this is obviously sabotage, I don't get why you're taking chances." The Don said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"The system never has been checked up on because of the schedule, chances are a glitch has occurred, but sabotage is not something I wouldn't count out, especially when the Fae is in their hands." Jack said, resting his legs up on the table.

The Don didn't reply, he felt already a cold chill run down his spin, at the idea that someone in the large group of hicks he hired for support, that were there for only a large scale takeover, to keep an eye on the hostages, one could easily act as dumb as them, so good of an actor, that his eyes would never one shimmer and tell that he was undercover, and he was planning to screw up the big operations of the Black Market.

This wouldn't be the first time, for the past few years, strange activities such as this occurred one after another, during very important missions like this one, something bad occurred, the tides turned on his men, and they only narrowly were able to pull off the job by quickly reverting to the alternate plans. The alternate plans were narrow, and cost a few live in the past. The Don hadn't a clue who it was, but he had a feeling that whoever was behind was not in league with the law. This was the work of some other force, an outside force that had slipped in unnoticed by them, and easily relayed the plans of anything the Black Market was up to, before receiving whatever orders it was to carry on with.

"I still don't agree with taking my guests hostage, if this gets out, I could be ruined you know!!" He yelled, slamming his fists down hard on the table, with a loud thump.

"You have a better solution, Jack? The other alternative is to kill whoever is in our path, you know our work, we took out that orphanage, only because the lady wasn't paying her insurance money for protection from us. You though have been a help in the past, paying us a good cut, even if it is cheap, a few hundred dollars a week, you still have yet to backstab me. If you were one of my crummy clients who always begged for their lives, I would have just killed anyone here who was in the way. I may not be able to convince the people here to keep their traps shut, but if you rather this place be known as a sight of slaughter, then go ahead and try to stand up, you will lose more then this money-making complex that you have owned for so long." The Don said, with an evil smile on his face.

"Driving the hard bargains as usual, but at least it won't be as bad as anything that outlaw Draco had done in the past years." Jack said, cringing at the thought.

"Draco, that son of a bitch is wanted by anyone known to man; even my employers want the bastard dead. It's more amazing how lone wolf like that can survive for so long..." Don remarked, taking a deep long sigh.

Draco was a threat to almost anyone, innocent civilians, peacemakers, merchants, and even the outlaws that tried to make a living. None had any idea where he came from, or how old he was exactly. His parents were unknown, and his date of birth was unknown in any data records. The mans past was a mystery, he was first known for a murderous act at the age of what was said to be thirteen year old by his height and description at the time of the murder.

"That man is a demon; only some claimed he died in the fire of Grandel, but with what occurred in Rondale, it is more then obvious he is no ordinary man." The Don replied in fear, as he cringed at the idea of ever meeting Draco.

A loud high pitched beep caught everyone's attention, Jack picking it up, and pressed the reply button, as he held the talker up to his ears.

"Jack here."

"It was sabotage, whoever did this was no newbie, the wire was removed without a trace of even being there, and the main output cord is melted, I'd say we're dealing with some spy, possibly from that group known as Neo Rogue." The man replied, static roaring in the background.

"Neo Rogue... preposterous, its nothing but propaganda stirred up by the media, if such a group exists, then they would be found and annihilated. Now just tell me what the hell the repair status is." Jack replied angrily.

"Well, I'm no mechanic, but this looks beyond repairs, I'd say buy and get a new type. Whatever the case, we do have a black sheep among us, and they truly are a threat. tell every one of them hicks to be on high alert for anyone suspicious." The done said, addressing his last part to the man on the other end.

"Understood boss, well keep a sharp eye out for the rat." The boss replied, cutting his line off.

The Don sighed, taking a long sip of his ale, afterward a deep sigh, as he glanced over to Jack.

"Somehow I get the feeling the demon has pass by here... anytime one has, trouble follows soon after it." The Don mentioned, as he glanced at on of the paintings.

Jack couldn't shake the feeling that the Don was correct, if this was the first of more dangers to follow, then sure enough, things were going to be less quiet real soon.

***

Lecha remained in bed, next to her love; the notorious outlaw Draco, lying together like a married couple in bed. The silk white bed sheets covered them both, with a thin calm in the middle, a game of tug-a-war they played when asleep. The two wore only their underclothes, and even with the sheets that were still a bit cold from the desert night. They slept ever so peacefully, innocent as any rowdy couple could be. A loud high tone buzz though disturbed them both, Lecha groaning aggravated, as she lifted herself up, eyes near closed, as she stretched her arms out, yawning slowly, her mouth already was crawling with the stench of bad breath.

Picking up her phone, she rubbed her eyes, trying to get herself awake fully.

"It's about time you woke up, sleeping beauty, cause you two are on the wrong train, the real destination of the party is at Serenity Hollow." Nathan said, mocking them.

"Put a sock in it, and get to the point already." Lecha snapped back, dreary eyes already bloodshot.

"Agent Forty-Five is already at the sight, I have ordered him to delay the Black Markets move, I need you two to get there and destroy their cars, leave them bastards stranded there for the time being, understood?" Nathan briefed them, as he awaited her response.

"Yes... Understood sir." Lecha replied calmly.

"Good, then get the show on the road, Papa Bear out." He replied cutting communications.

Lecha only sighed displeasingly, always did things like this come up at the worst of times. Right when she and Draco were relaxing in a cozy room like this, something seemed to unbelievably come up and ruin their day of relief.

"Why do these come up at times such of as these?" she replied disappointed, glancing sadly to the ground.

"Don't get so down... at least we had time last night love..." Draco said, placing his hands warmly on her shoulders, kissing her cheek with his soft dry lips.

Lecha only remained silent, she smiled feeling a bit better, and she was sap at seeing someone like Draco happy, even if it was for such a thing as a murder. He always seemed so angry, so fed up with the world that it was almost unbearable to even witness such a person suffering. Though last night, for the first time, she witnessed him in a state she wanted to see.

She wanted him to be open to her.

She wanted him to be romantic.

She wanted him to hold her in his arms, embrace her with all his strength.

Lecha deep down wanted to live with him happily ever after... but it would never happen, he was wanted man, and in a world of sand, where people suffer day after day, fighting to survive, and never knowing when their time was up it was a rare sight she never did see too often.

"Well then Draco, count me in... anywhere you go... I will follow." She replied enthusiastically.

Draco only shoot her a dashing smile, as he got himself dressed up, throwing his red crimson jacket over his shoulders.

"That 'a girl Lecha, always ready to back me up... that's why I love ya." He said delightfully, snapping his holster belt across his waist, as he took out his sunglasses, placing them on his face.

Lecha had also finished putting on her attire, she always did dress with more style then most people, but she followed the moral that was to her very serious. Deceive, she dressed like that to fool the opponents that she faced, looking so lady like, none would dare expect a full fledged gun slinger like her to dress in such fancy clothing. She though was more then a person that used an arsenal weapon when it came down to fighting. She also knew magic, land and healing, to which she had learned in her youth, and it came greatly in handy when she saved Draco on that one fateful day.

Draco was already a few steps ahead, as he turned to face her, motioning for her to follow. Picking her shotgun up calmly, she followed closely behind, her free arm wrapped around his, walking like the two were a couple. Draco usually would shrug her off, but perhaps a change of heart had occurred last night, when the two expressed their love. Now they were heading on out, to one of the most well known resorts, to fight off a syndicate known for trouble.

"So Draco... how do you feeling the battles going to be today?" She asked curiously, as he glanced down at her, with a prideful smile.

"Odds are Ryu is going down... what else." He replied, the two making their way outside, and to their car, as they climbed in, Draco in the drivers seat, Lecha standing next to him.

Starting the car up, Draco wasted no time in putting the petal to the metal and driving on out of there. Their next stop: Serenity Hallow. Draco felt more desire, to reach there, and kill the one who had left him to die so long ago, he wanted to settle the score for good, and move on with life. He developed a hate for his friend, ever since that incident, he wanted to find him and get vengeance. When hearing of the price on the Fae, he planned to get the money and use it for the resistance, before he found out the real employers who were responsible for it all. Though now, all he wanted was to fight Ryu, and leave him to die a slow death, to suffer in eternal pain for what he left Draco for so long ago.

"Here I come, Ryu... " He mentally though, cracking a toothy smirk.

***

The hicks guarding Cherry and Nina continued the escort, still remaining hostile, showing no resent for the two, as they marched through the dark red hallway, endless as it seemed, the walls didn't become repetitive thanks to the pictures posted along the wall.

At that same moment, from behind the thugs, a loud roar broke the dead silence that the group seemed to be in. One hick went flying forward, landing face first in the tile floor, and sliding only a few feet before he halted to a stop, groaning in pain. The hick was the same one that was holding Cherry hostage, who had threatened to kill her if Nina did not follow through with orders. Now standing directly behind her was the enraged Woren, who glanced at each of the men with demon glowing flaming red eyes.

Cherry only glanced at him slowly, and on immediate sight, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, tears welling in her eyes, she felt so scared before, but now here she was safe and sound; her hero had come and rescued her from the fate of being held by the ugliest men around. Now all she could do was wrap her arms around the woren, and stay this close with him, as she feared being captured again.

"You bastards have a nerve to even dare threaten my girl... and you all are gonna regret it when I am done with all of you!!" He threatened in a deep serious and evil tone.

The men only raised their weapons ready to fire upon the woren, killing him directly on sight. At the moment, from behind the hicks on the left hand side did a intense moving blue haired boy jump in and swatted with only a bamboo stick at the men, knocking the guns from their hands, as he attacked relentlessly, swatting the men over the head, before disarming the men of their guns, before he slashed a direct uppercut at their jaw, then ducking low, as he moved his stick directly behind their heals, and only with the right amount of force, did he force the hicks off their feet, and forced them to fall to the ground with a loud smacking thud as their bodies hit the floor, the thud giving off a similar sound of a whip smacking the flesh of a human.

Wes at the same moment moved in, pounding the two hicks distracted by Ryu in the gut, the hicks gasping, their stomach tighten, the gasped deeply, dropping their guns, as Wes unleashed a few more punches to the jaw and abdominals, before he stop, the hicks slowly slumped down to the ground, groaning in pain.

Nina, seeing as all was clear ran directly over to where Ryu was, hugging him tightly, leaving Ryu only standing there blushing. He couldn't get the words out of his mouth, mainly cause of the tight grasp that didn't leave much space for him to even take a deep breath.

Wes glanced down at the already beaten hick, grasping the man from the collar of the ragged shirt, pushing him against the wall, the woren glanced emotionless at the hick, before he took a deep breath, he snarled, moving his face closer to the hick. The coward cringed in fear, his eyes wide and filling up with tears, as he whimpered fearfully.

"I am only going to ask you this once, where the hell did you bastards take our weapons!?" Wes demanded in a harsh toned voice.

"I-I don't know!" He replied begging for mercy.

"Liar, you mouth may play innocent, but your eyes already glimmer with the shine of lies... now I'm gonna ask you this again, where the hell are our firearms!?" Wes demanded once more, raising his voice when he asked his question.

The hick took a deep gulp, as she shivered in fear, breathing deeply, he felt indeed threatened, scared out of his wits, that he couldn't dare keep himself from resisting, he knew he would crack very shortly, only one more push and he would be singing like a mockingbird.

"Answer me, or do you want me to cut you down, piece by piece?" He growled, revealing his razor sharp claws, moving them closer to his throat.

"Okay. okay, just don't kill me, there in the left section, janitors closet. you can find them there, just don't kill me, please." He spouted cowardly, tears streaming from his face.

"Let me think... " Wes replied, before delivering a punch to the gut, with a force so great that the hick fell to his knee's, choking before he collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious.

Wes only gave one kick to the abs on the next hick, to release the air from his large belly, before he fell unconscious like the rest. With that, Wes dusted his hands off, as he glanced to Cherry.

"You all right?" He asked with a concern tone of voice.

"Yes... thanks to you, Wesy-chan." She said, wrapping her arms around him, as she cuddled him.

Ryu only glanced over, resisting the urge to laugh at this. Wes though only smiled, looking down at the ever so frightened girl. Nina giggled a bit, as she moved in closer to Ryu.

"So how did you and Wes know we were captured?" She asked, glancing to him with ambitious eyes.

"We didn't, someone seems to be trying to foil this attempt, a shadow almost, but who the person is, we haven't a clue." He replied, still confused.

"Nuff talk, let's get our arms and liberate this place." Wes said, pounding a fist on his chest in pride.

"After I get changed. I feel more comfortable in my uniform then in this robe." He said with a more relieved tone then before.

"Why not right here? I don't mind if you do." Nina teases, rubbing against him.

"In your dreams Nina, I will change when we find a still free room, I just hope the place isn't to well surrounded by guards." He mentioned, knowing full well the place could be surrounded with armed guards.

"Ryu... we got our firearms right here, and Nina can take out the bastards with her magic, or have you forgotten." Wes remarked criticizing Ryu.

Ryu didn't respond, he only glanced at the map, and started off once more. Wes grabbed two of the guns, while Cherry carried the remaining guns. It wasn't a good idea to leave anything like this near the narrow minded hicks, especially when they were known to just hunt down anyone who pissed them off, and never stopped until they had found their target and shot them to death.

They were taking no chances, their new goal was to retrieve their guns and strike back, to reclaim the building and of course take down the man who had so far caused nothing but trouble to Nina ever since she had escaped from her prison in the sky. It was time for a counter, Ryu and Wes would be the two men to take out any of the hicks or thugs who would get in their way.

***

A bum dressed fool, skinny and with a long mullet walked through the halls, brandishing a shotgun over his shoulders, as he glanced around each of the areas. His face ragged, and in need of a good shave, and his hair shined with grease, and damped with dirt, he was indeed a filth, like most hicks, but his eyes seemed to show more intelligence then he wished never to let on.

"Seems you think you could just keep yourself hidden forever from us, huh spy?" Came a threatening voice.

The man stopped, as he slowly glanced over his shoulder towards an armed Elite guard, who already was smirking in victory.

"The damage has only begun the real party's gonna start when Draco arrives." The Agent snapped back, as he remained still, knowing full well of the Elite guard's power.

"So, the murderous outlaw is with Neo Rogue, figures why he had hacked into our system and stole our files. all in the name of Neo Rogue, how pathetic." The Elite remarked, still keeping his clam glance.

The agent turned, as he faked a draw for his gun, the Elite guard instantly pulled the trigger, delivering a bullet directly to the heart of the agent, presumably the left side of his chest. The agent fell back to the ground, the force of impact was enough to send anyone down. He laid there emotionless as the Elite turned his back on the man, walking away.

The agent then reached for his gun, as he pulled it from his holster in his rags, and shot directly into the back of the agents head, a one shot kill that upon impact killed them instantly. The agent stood to his feet, breathing easily; he looked down at the dead guard, giving only a snort as he turned walking away.

"Fool, unless you shot the bastard through the head, can you truly know they are not playing possum." He muttered, walking once more down the narrow halls.

***

Two guards stood in the push open door of the janitors closet, armed with shotguns, they brandished in sight. Nina slowly remained behind the corner of the intersection, blocking her from being seen by their ever so sharp eyes. She slowly began gathering the elemental magic, preparing herself for a spell casting that would send the guards flying, and give them time to get in.

"Somethings not right... there are cameras we passed, yet nobody seems to have stopped us." Wes whispered, as he pointed up at one pointing directly towards them.

Cherry glanced at it for a few seconds as she pointed to what seemed to be the red light, tapping Wes lightly on the shoulder, she pointed out that the light was not working. Wes nodded, as he understood partly, though not that well since he wasn't to well with anything that was security.

Nina finally opened her eyes, as she dashed out into side, glancing to the armed men, as she moved her hands in several exotic motions, before she yelled out loudly.

"TYPHOON!!" She yelled, as a fierce amount of winds forcibly blew throughout the room, pictures ripped off the wall, and blown in the direction Nina face, objects once nailed to the wall were ripped from the wall, and like the pictures were carried along with the wind to the other side of the hallway.

The sheer force indeed turned the hallway into a disaster, the objects caught in the wind were bounced roughly against the walls, the pictures kept in a nice chestnut frame were smashed upon impact on the walls. Swords, shields, bows, arrows, anything that was on the wall for antique decoration was a flying weapon that ripped along the wall, tearing holes and long lines in the walls, the hallway going from once a decorative one to a wall-torn and destroyed one.

The men were already thrown further and smashed along the wall, knocked out as they hit the floor. Nina sighed, taking a deep breath, as Ryu walked over, looking over the damage, and giving a whistle, seeing as the place was a mess after the spell.

"Talk about overdone... you wouldn't make a good housekeeper at all with the way you clean the house." He commented humorously, chuckling afterward, as Nina giggled after hearing him.

"Guess not, I'm a bit of a klutz when I try using magic indoors." She replied, a bashful grin on her face.

"Nuff with the comments already, let's get our weapons and raise some hell." Wes replied, as he cracked his knuckles ready for a fight.

"Don't get so cocky Wes, there could be armed guards behind that door, we go in, them bastards are going to shoot us as soon as they see our asses walk right in there." Ryu said, with a stern glance locked on Wes.

"Wussy! Always taking the cautious and safe approach. Well this time I don't give a rat's ass what ya think, I'm going in," He said, walking in as he babbled on, "And I don't care how many." Wes stopped, as each of the men pointed a gun directly at his head, each of the hicks inside glanced at him with fierce eyes.

"Oh shit-" He only ducked fast as the men pulled the triggers, bullets blazing across the woren's body, narrowly he avoided them, moving in as he punched each one of the armed men in the gut, and sent them flying back into the walls.

Ryu jumped in, using his bamboo stick as a weapon, he swung fast and hard, attacking each of the armed men, disarming the hicks of their firearms, before moving in for the knock out combo attack. Each of the men fell down instantly after being pulverized like a huge piece of meat being used by a boxer. The hicks all remained on the ground, unconscious and bruised, Ryu and Wes both sweating mildly, as they took a few deep breaths, Wes huffing deep and loud. Ryu glanced over, his lips frowning as he could tell the woren was having a tough time breathing.

"I'm amazed you haven't choked to death with the way you push yourself." Ryu commented, Wes glaring demonically at him, as he lifted his middle finger flicking Ryu off.

Nina and Cherry ran inside, glancing at the two, Cherry slowly approached Wes, placing her hands comfortably on his shoulders. Wes smiled, as he looked over to her bright and concerned face, he couldn't help but allow her to cuddle, to seem to just wrap herself on him. He did feel she was pretty, and had the charming looks and personality that reminded him of Nina.

Ryu walked over to where the large heavy armored coffin was, picking up his sheath and his holster, as he looked around, finding a spot that would hide him from the glances of the three, and allow him to change into his real uniform. Nina walked over, placing her hands on his shoulders and rubbed him.

"Seems were a bit jumpy, aren't we?" She said, rubbing his shoulders, grasping them with her ever so gentle yet firm gripping hands.

"Hicks may be stupid, but in large numbers, they are a threat... unless your ace gunmen like myself." He replied, walking behind the plastic screen, as he removed his robe and dressed himself up slowly.

Wes picked up his coffin, opening it up to confirm if his two firearms were still intact. He sighed in relief, finding both his twin chain guns, still shining as usual, and the bullet chain neatly aligned within the area. He took them out, smiling brightly, though a few makes of dirt made him frown. He shook it off, knowing he had to get his twin arsenals loaded, and ready for a fight. He pulled one of the chains up, placing it inside the firing cartridge area, as he smiled locking the chamber up, and repeated the same process on the other guns.

Ryu finished up in dressing, walking out from behind the screen, dressed in his jacket, and gun grasped tightly in his right arm, as he smiled, looking towards the entrance, smirking as he walked towards it.

"Footsteps, seems were going to have company real soon." He said, moving his weapons into firing position.

Sure enough, Ryu heard the peaceful movements of men heading towards them, the steps growing louder as they approached him. Ryu ran to the corner near the door, glancing out, and waited for the men to come into sight. Wes gestured the two girls to take cover, the two nodded, and ran quickly to a hiding place near the wall.

In walked the hicks who earlier had forced the group into hiding walk in, only to halt and raise their guns to fire. Ryu shot the Shane's gun out of his hands, running in as he delivered a sliding kick to the foot of the hick. Wes likewise threw his coffin towards Cody, smashing the man's arms and face hard. Wes charged in, and swinging his arsenal firearms, he smashed the tall idiot in the ribs, forcing him to fall to the ground. Shane slowly stood, glancing enraged up to Ryu, only to be kicked hard in the face, and sent flying back down on his ass. Ryu pulled out his gun, pulling the trigger down lightly, delivering a bullet to the gut of the hick, smiling evilly, Shane sitting there, shocked and in disbelief. Cody stood to his feet, only to be smashed in the skull by the heavy chain gun the woren was holding in his left hand, sending the fool falling flat on the ground, and bleeding around the forehead.

"Hicks are nothing but trash... garbage that needs to be disposed of now." Wes replied, as he raised his guns to the fat one known as Cody, and pulling the triggers, the rapid firing of bullets went flying, impacting upon the flesh, and digging deeper, each shot forcing Cody to flinch each time, lead filling his entire stomach and chest.

Wes stopped, looking over the now bloody corpse that lay before him, he snorted in pride, as he kicked it over, and turned, to see Ryu deliver the fatal shot to the Shane, who feel down, a bullet sent through his forehead, jaw open and eyes widen, as Ryu held the smoking gun, he glanced down, he placed his gun back into the holster, and started walking toward the door.

"Time we go and exterminate the pests... and the fools while were at it." Ryu said calmly, walking out of the door, Wes silent, as he followed, the girls, hearing this followed shortly behind the woren.

Wes though was still in thought, thinking back to the incident that had guided him here. The reason he hunted the black market for the owner, and for vengeance as his only reason.

He remembered the day... a day of pain, a day of sadness, a day of despair.

It was at night, in a peaceful town, a decent one that looked more awake then a rundown and wrecked town. Wes was walking around, only wearing a blue tank top and black baggy jeans, strolling around in the area, with short hair, but still down to his neck. He stopped short, jaw dropping in horror as his eyes widened, he glanced over at the now burning house, where he had grown up, the windows shattered and the inside nothing more then a inferno.

Outside were many bodies, one a female, the rest all children, each dead, filled with bullets. He walked closer, to his horror, it was the children, and the guardian, dead by multiple shots. He covered his mouth, his gut tightened, as he shed tears, the sight easily sickened him, the sight of the children shot, the sight of the fire, answers swarmed through his head along with sadness, as he fell to his knees crying.

When morning came, he went out, and demanded who was responsible for it, asking everyone he could find. Not many came clean, most fled when they spotted him. Only one man seemed to come clean, yet show no fear when he spoke, Samuel Clemens, a wealthy owner of many farms, who helps keep the businesses in order. He also was a weapons collector, and he had told the woren to speak inside.

"Now listen here sonny, hard headed and rowdy as you are, you're a fool to think you gonna go on out, and just find them without a fight." Samuel commented, as he glanced with serious eyes on him.

"So what do you suggest, I find a group, give me a break, I don't work well and I sure as hell ain't no follower." He replied angrily.

"I have something that may help ya out," He said standing, as he walked over to what looked to be a armored coffin. "this here is not Dracula's coffin, it is a case that I keep two chain guns in, and these baby's ain't being used to often, but a guy like you seems to have the strength, I feel trustworthy to allow a guy such as you to take it." He said, glancing over to him.

"What's the catch?" Wes said still not trusting towards the man.

"No strings, call it a present, I think you have the strength to wield such a arsenal weaponry around, so c'mon, give it a go." Samuel said, as Wes stood up, and walked over, grasping one of the handles on the coffin, as he lifted it up, only to have it up a few inches off the ground before he dropped it back down, with a short shake following through the room.

Wes took a deep breath, the thing was indeed heavy, he never felt something like this, it was a boulder just about, and he really couldn't even lift one of those.

"It's to damn heavy!!" He replied in a more straining voice.

"Time woren, you need to build up your muscles, no pain no gain as they say." Samuel said with a smile.

"Just tell me what's in there?" He asked calmly.

Samuel smiled, as he took out a cigar, cutting off the one end, before he lit it, glancing over to the woren.

"Chain guns and I hope you learn how to use them quick, they can cause serious amounts of damage you know." He replied, taking a puff out of his cigar.

Wes opened the coffin up, his eyes widened in amazement, there in the coffin, on a pile of bullets laid a large shining metal chain guns, the bullets packed in the bottom of the coffin, aligned in an organized fashion, below the guns, and held in by a large belt, five at a precise guess. He already loved it, as he grasped the handles, pulling them up, as he smiled, taking aim, as he posed a few times, getting well at handling them.

"So... how do they feel?" Samuel asked, watching with his arms over his chest, as Wes glanced over, smiling pleased.

"They feel great; I really think they will come in handy once I get the hang of them." He said, with a smile.

Present time, Wes came into reality, as he jerked his head up, hearing footsteps rapidly approaching, as he threw down the coffin, opening it fully, as he brought out his guns, and aimed, knowing full well they were heading to his position.

Ryu brought out his gun, Nina getting her wand and ring set; as she knew she would need both to focus her magic. Indeed did Nina use two types of weapons, the ring for attacks, and the wand to use for levitating objects, and giving Wes a hard time when he gave her a real hard time. Lethal she was, but with all the hard training she was given, she indeed was ready for anything.

Hicks ran in, guns aimed, but their finger were not to quick to the trigger, as Wes pulled the trigger of his gun, and unleashed a rapid fire of bullets, tearing apart each of the men who charged forth. Ryu only gunned them down one by one; each of the hicks fell to the ground, dead as the bullets hit them. Ryu stood there, looking out of them, as he glanced around the area, waiting for any sudden movements of the men.

A few hicks came charging in from behind, only to feel the fierce chill, as Nina cast a powerful blizzard spell, freezing up most of the hicks who ran in to attack, now they stood frozen in place, Ryu glancing as he took out his gun.

"To shoot or not to shoot, that is the question." Ryu said, as he looked at them.

"What... but there frozen, you have no right." Nina implored, glimpsing at him with begging eyes.

Hot as the area was, the ice that kept the hicks frozen in place thawed down, as they began to move once more. Wes jumped in front, unleashing his rapid fire once more, and tore down the men that broke free of the ice, and took aim at them. Ryu gunned down any he could, only get three shots out.

"Looks like were going to be going all out in taking on these hicks." Ryu said, reloading his gun.

***

Bullets were a flying, as Agent Forty-Five moved behind the overturned tables, returning fire whenever he could to the armed hicks and two Elite guards. His shots took out three hicks, striking each in the head or neck, each fell to the ground as they died. Agent Forty-Five quickly took cover behind one of the table, as he opened his chamber, reloading his gun to max capacity, locking it in place, as he moved into the nearest open shot area, and fired back at the two Elites.

"Rogue scum, you can't resist us forever... you will fail." They replied, firing once more at the man.

Agent Forty-Five said nothing. Not a breath of air, not a gasp or a huff. He only took cover, and reloaded his chambers, and once in shooting range he returned fire. Forcing the Elites into a brief point of silence, he jumped to his feet, moving to whatever point he could in order to survive.

"Bastard, you can't run from us forever." Yelled one of the men, as he stood up, glancing around the room, his eyes peered into each and every corner.

The man was determined to find a lose spot somewhere, an area that had the slightest mishap, where the man would be hiding. Once spotted, they would open fire, and send the man into hell.

A loud nearby creak only lead to the hell of bullets raining along the door side, where a table was flipped over, and bookcases pushed over for evasive action. Agent Forty-Five remained close to the ground, hugging it as each bullet nearly went through his own flesh.

"That should have killed the vermin; the weasel fell into his own trap when he tried to steal our hen." Muttered one of the Elites, as he stood, cautiously approaching an area of dust.

Their eyes narrow, waiting for anyone to attack sudden, they knew somehow, by a one in a million chances could the slippery weasel have been able to survive. They kept their aim sharp, one shift move, and they would the entire bookshelf and corner with lead. As they moved in closer, a loud groan could be heard, as the bookshelf was shoved up in a an instant, in range to easily throw the men's attention away, as several books fell, forcing the men to put there arms in front of their faces, shielding themselves from the rain of several thick paged books, that showered down on them rapidly.

A loud wolf-like howl broke the dead silence in the room, as a large shadow jumped up from behind the shelf, gazing down at the two recovering guards, as he brandish his two silver dual handguns in his hands. Taking aim at the two off guard Elite's, he pulled the trigger, delivering one fatal shot from each of his gun to the back of the Elite guards heads, killing the two instantly, as he landed softly to the ground, smiling as he glanced around finding no more opponents trying to get kill him.

"Come in Randal, do you copy, come in Randal, what is the current status of the weasel?" Demanded an enraged voice over the communicator.

Sniggering wickedly, he walked over to the dead Elite, picking up the communicator, smiling with a intent to anger the head boss even more.

"Answer me, what is that rat up to?" The Don yelled over the phone, slamming his fist on the table, the loud smack being heard over the communicator.

The Agent pressed the reply trigger, placing his microphone to his mouth.

"Sorry to break this to you scumbag, but your men are dead." He replied with a deep snicker.

"YOU... You son-of-a-bitch, you think you can interfere with our plans!?" The Don yelled over the communicator, shouting with a shaky but still pissed off tone of voice.

"Haven't I?" The Agent replied with a snicker. "You have no idea where the Peacemaker is since your cameras are cut off, and this only the start of your nightmare." He completed, snickering more loudly.

"Just what the hell do you think you're going to do bout it!?" The don yelled back, his fingers grasping the communicator ever so tightly.

"Oh, I'm just stay 'in alive, Draco's the one you should be worried about, since he's gonna be here REAL soon." The agent said, cackling more loudly, as walked outside of the door.

"Draco... so, he is with the resistance, just like you?" The Don said with a lower tone of voice.

"Maybe, maybe not... all I'm say 'in is, humpty dumpty is going to fall." He said, once more cackling, as he cut off.

The Don growled loudly, shaking his fist angrily, as he flipped the main communicator dial line to all remaining guards except the one he recently was speaking with.

"Attention all Elites, there is a man out there who with the resistance! Find him and kill him at all cost. along with the peacemaker and that trouble making woren of his!?" The Don shouted in the phone, his orders already unclear with the static that buzzed over the communicator as he rasped loudly.

Slamming the communicator down hastily, and with blind rage, breaking part of the communicator's bottom area apart, a few plastic pieces . He breathed in and out deeply, slowly calming himself down.

"No offence to you, Don Cameron, but losing your temper at a time like this is what the spy is pushing into on purpose." Jack lectured, sitting more relaxed.

"Did I ask for your opinion, already this mission has gone from grand to chaos." The Don said angrily.

"That's what happens when you hire them idiot hicks to do your work." Jack replied, scratching his nose, the Don only pounded his hands on the desk, and glanced ignorantly at him.

"Shut up... if Draco's on his way, were both screwed, that outlaw is nothing but raging demon. If I don't get that Fae soon, were both dead men." He replied fearfully.

Jack was speechless, he indeed was scared, especially when it came to the threat of the murderous outlaw Draco, it was a fear that he did know all to well. The idea of Draco even coming there, and raising hell was nightmare about to become real, and his death would perhaps be the end of the conclusion.

***

More hicks opened fire upon Ryu's position, as the peacemaker opened fire, delivering a full chamber of accurate shots to each of them, assailing them in their arms or legs, other shots to the head or heart, killing them in the second the bullets hit them in the critical point.

"House party and every relative invited." Wes commented looking at the fallen fools.

"Why the hell would he hire hicks, these idiots are worst gunslingers around. they can't even get their asses clean, much less graduate from good hygiene school." Ryu muttered, as he dashed forth, the three following in his tracks.

"Seems like Ryu becoming the wise-cracker type now." Nina said, giggling.

Ryu glared scowling her, but focused his attention ahead, reloading his chamber, and locking it in place, as he spotted a figure move their hands in their pocket, and pull out a gun, ready to fire upon Ryu. The peacemaker was sharp in the eyes, as he spotted the action, and with a move of his arm, he grasped his handgun, pulling it from his holster, and aimed at the suspect hidden in shadows, Ryu pulled the trigger, giving only one shot, as he delivered a bullet directly to the gun the figure held, the gun flying out of his hands, and onto the floor.

Another shot rang out, his bullet this time piercing into his heart, sending the figure to the ground, struggling for air, as he flinched several times before dying. Ryu ran over, glancing down at the man in a black suit.

"What the hell, this isn't a hick." Ryu said in disbelief, Wes running over, as he kneeled down, a shocked glance on his face.

"Wesy-chan, what's the matter?" Cherry asked, placing her hands on his shoulders, as he took a deep breath closing his eyes.

"This is the Elite Guard, gunmen known to be the Don's most trusted men, and very skilled gunsmiths." Wes said in a very cautious tone.

"Elite, you mean high guards?" Nina replied, with a squeal.

"No shit, and if there here, then that means the Don must be close by." He said, with a war cry growl snickering in his throat.

He grasped both of his mini guns placing them in his coffin, before picking it up and placing it on his back, as he walked off, shrugging Cherry off his shoulder. He didn't once look back nor stop to help her up to her feet like any kind gentlemen would do.

"Wes...where you-"

"Stay out of my way... This fight is mine alone, GOT IT!?" He shouted disgruntled, the three jumping at his last remark, the woren only walking off in the distance, Ryu stood there with a worried expression on his face.

"Why's he so angry?" Cherry sadly asked, shivering as his words rang through her ears.

"A score to settle, he is right though. This fight is not ours, it's his and his alone. I would ask the same thing if I was to face Draco, al." Ryu stated, as he turned, walking in the opposite direction as the woren.

"So you don't care that he's going to die?" Nina asked infuriated, only to receive a response of silence.

"ANSWER ME!!" She yelled, Ryu halting in his retreating steps.

"I gave you my true answer, that's all you're going to get." He answered, once more walking away from the two.

"Coward, your just too scared to help him, aren't cha?" Nina egged on, Ryu ignoring her as he just continued walking away.

"Give it up Nina, knowing any man like Wes; it is better to just stay out of the way." Cherry said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Nina gave a scowling grin, pouting in discontent. She turned; her fists clenched and fire red angry eyes, walking away from Cherry, and following Wes path.

"Fine, I'll go and help him myself." Nina said annoyed, as Cherry only grabbed her by the arms, containing her from continuing.

"Let me go!!"

"NO!! Wes is going to go ALONE, that means WITHOUT support." Cherry grumbled, grasping the Fae's wrists tighter.

"He needs us, he won't make it, we must go there!" Nina pleaded, still struggling to break free of Cherry's grasp.

Cherry took a deep sigh; she knew only a few things about knocking someone out, considering she took self defense classes to defend herself against muggers and thugs. She was told only to use such techniques only when threatened. Though with a stubborn girl like Nina already too damn sympathetic for her friend, it was a good enough reason for Cherry to knock her unconscious.

"I'm sorry Nina, but you leave me with no other alternative." With those last words, she struck the fear around a pressure point within the neck, squeezing it until the Fae fell to the ground unconscious.

Picking the sleeping Fae up in her arms, Cherry carried her off, into the direction of where Ryu had started off to.

***

Gunshots rang throughout the halls, as Agent Forty-Five once more engaged into battle. Making each shot precise as any could be, he took out any hostile guards, freeing the hostages taken by the hicks.

"Never thought I'd be do 'in this, but it's the only way to send a message to them that Neo Rogue no longer hides in the shadows." He said mentally to himself.

He quickly fled, and glances around the hallways for any more signs of enemy. Finding only silence he slowly walked out, glancing around. Unknown to him was the lurking figure, dressed in black, and already planning a pre- emptive attack on him. Raising his handgun, he aimed accurately, pulling the trigger, sending a bullet into the right side of the Agents chest. A loud cry of pain rang his throat, and turning, he fired randomly, amazingly hitting the Elite guard dead on in the heart, a miracle it were to seem.

The Agent ran, he only had one option, get outside, where he prayed that Draco would be there.

"If there's one thing I beg to a god for in this life, it is that Draco is here, at least I will go out, knowing I saw his face last." He begged, staggered walking toward the hallway, blood trickling out of his wound, with each step he took, a drop of blood fell to the ground.

He didn't consider it, he could feel his strength leaving him, his own body still moving by the strength of his will to get outside, a will so strong, he was not ready to just fall down, and die in a puddle created by his own blood.

***

Draco pulled up in his land rover jeep, a normal sandy brown tan color, with a plastic cover casting a cover over the seating range, driving towards the resort, his speed intense, but still cautious of his surroundings. Approaching his destination, he slowed to a halt, glancing over the area with a imperturbable glance, as he stepped out of the truck, gaping the area, as he glanced to the entrance, his jaw dropped, as he removed his glasses, there slowly walking down the stairs was someone he knew all to well.

"LEON!!" He hollered out loud, running up the stairs with all the energy he had in his body, but slowed to a halt, as an Elite guard appeared at the entrance, aiming his firearm at Leon, and opening fire with one loud silencing bang.

Draco stood shocked, as the impact of the bullet made Leon's body flinch, and forced him to his knees. He gasped cringing once more. Draco breathed faster, tears streaming down his face, as he reached for his gun, firmly taking hold of it, he pulled it out, and within a heartbeat, he pointed the crosshairs of the handgun to the head of the Elite, pulling the trigger back with all his strength, one bang, one instant, it flew, and hit its target dead on in the skull of the Elite guard. It took just a few second before the Elite collapsed to the cold pavement ground, eyes wide, with blood already pouring out of his head.

Immediately did Draco run to his fallen comrades side, kneeling down, as he turned his friend over, the two now face to face.

"Draco... I knew you'd arrive..." He weakly replied, smiling the exact same way.

"Leon... I should have known... forty-five was your lucky number..... " Draco said, moping as he did.

"Don't get so emotional. you killed many. the past two years, you have changed. you're not the bloodthirsty killer from so long ago. you're a decent human being. I wouldn't have lasted this long. if you hadn't shown me the ways of a gunslinger." He replied, groaning in pain.

"Leon, hang in there, Lecha's here, she can help you, you'll-"

Leon shook his head, a frown of despair and acceptance was the only expression he seemed to give Draco.

"It's fate, but please. for me, one of your good friends... save them... free the hostages... please... it is one request... goodbye Draco... never forget me." He replied, as his body went motionless, Leon had officially then entered the afterlife, and had left Draco kneeling there, weeping over his lost friend.

Lecha took a few steps close; she knew it wasn't a good time to cut in, especially when someone had lost someone dear to them. When Draco first joined Neo Rogue, many were to afraid to approach him, most kept a huge distance, never making eye contact or conversation with them. Leon perhaps was the first to approach, the first to perhaps be able to have the guts to even step up and start a conversation with the newcomer, and eventually getting to know the man well. Draco at first was a bit cocky, giving more angry comments such as 'fuck off', or 'bite me', but as Leon kept trying, Draco finally accepted, and the two started talking about their pasts.

Leon came from a more poor family, loosing his parents at a tender age of eight; he became a street punk, using the tricks of the trade to con people out of money. He was easily caught, and sentenced to a juvenile camp for around three years before he managed to escape and flee into the ever so desperado society that was known today. He was found by Neo Rogue by one of their older members, and taken under its wing, trained in combat and in the field of espionage like many before he was formally a member.

Draco may not have been able to relate, growing up in the middle of nowhere with only one friend who recently betrayed him, it wasn't too easy to even overcome a rough past. He told Leon of it though, seeing how the guy would react, only to find Leon more intrigued by it then scared. Leon though asked if Draco could give some lessons in gun-slinging, to which Draco was more reluctant to go through with at first, but after a few naggings, he finally gave in to Leon's request. It wasn't a pain for him, Leon learned quickly, and easily was able to improve faster then anyone Draco had seen. He went from a more erroneous shooter to a top gunner.

The two indeed grew close, becoming good friends, though not partners, and thanks to him, did Draco have learn to trust people once more, at least those of the organization that is.

Lecha though, while saddened as well, still knew the two had a priority, and Leon had asked for one thing before he bit the dust. If she let Draco kneel there, and cry his tears out, they would not be able to fulfill Leon's last wish.

"We can mourn for him later, right now we have to get the hostages to safety, it is what Leon wanted, so get you act together, and move it!" She said aggravated, but still trying not to yell at him.

Draco stood, saying nothing, and not making eye contact with her. He only advanced towards the door, taking out his gun, as he opened his clip chamber, reloading his weapon to a full round, he entered the building, ready for anything. Ryu could wait, he owed Leon for a lot, and he wasn't going to back out now.

"This one's for you, Leon." He mentally said, as he locked the clip into place, ready for a brawl of gun-slinging.

***

Gunshots roared all throughout the halls, shotguns rapidly going off, and six magnum shots following afterwards. Cherry had caught up with Ryu, carrying Nina in her arms as she did. Ryu was about to say something until he turned hearing several footsteps moving along an approaching them. Taking out his gun, he eagerly awaited for them to enter, and sure enough, he started another gun down. Things this time were a lot more difficult, as he was now busy protecting two girls, one asleep and the other having no place in a battle zone such as this. Ryu took out around three hicks with every six pack of bullets he had used.

"Give it up peacemaker, we may be dumb, but we ain't sure as hell weak when up against a pint shooter like you." One remarked, once more shooting near Ryu with his double barrel shotgun.

Ryu only poked out and returned fire, his perfect locked on shots hitting the heart of the hick, and wounding a few others in the arms and legs. Taking evasion behind the counter, he reloaded his weapon, taking a deep breath, glancing over to Cherry, who was face first hugging the floor, covering hear ears from the shots. The area was the kitchen center, large, with around several cooking utensils both scattered and organized throughout the kitchen. Food was slopped all over the floor, battered and splattered throughout the kitchen, proving to be a mess that a food fight would never even equal.

Shaking his head, the Peacemaker leaned against the wall, as he waited for the shots to stop, as he moved into position, and opened fire once more. This was the only alternative he knew of, even if he was slowly losing his edge, he had to keep fighting back, to protect the two girls. Moving out, he opened fire once more, and killed around six of the unknown number of hicks, once more taking cover behind the cabinet dresser.

Repeating the same phase as usual, he waiting for the shots to stop, before moving out again, and opening fire, taking out what seemed to be the last of the hicks.

Not one shot rang out, stillness ran throughout the room. Cherry slowly move to stand, but Ryu gestured her to remain seated, as he stood up slowly. He knew well of how men were known to ploy traps such as this one, and he wasn't going to fall for it.

Sure enough, one did just that, only hidden in the shadows, an Elite guard of the Don opened fire, and hit Ryu directly in the right shoulder, now giving him a vital advantage since Ryu now was left with only his poor accurate left hand. Ryu never had done well with his left hand, he was much better with his right, and thanks to that last shot, he was a sitting duck.

"Game over peacemaker... your right arm is out for the count, and your left hand seems a little weak. Pathetic, you only use one arm, the one you are a natural with, and that is where your flaw is. putting to much dependence in that one arm, that why so many of the good ones have died by the hands of our kind." The Elite boasted, as he took aim at Ryu's skull.

"Time to die, Peacemaker." He remarked, slowly moving his hands to the trigger, but in that same instant, did Cherry jump, and swung what looked to be a large frying pan downward, with a loud dong sound emitting from the strong alloyed top, dazing the Elite, as he fell to the ground.

Ryu glanced up at her, very flabbergasted at her move, his eyes wide as he glanced up at the blushing in embarrassment Cherry.

"Tee-hee, never knew I had it in meh." She said, giving a toothy smile.

Ryu beamed at her with half opened eyes, before tightly closing them as he grasped his wound. Cherry only slowly stepped back, grasping Nina by the collar of her kimono, shaking her intensively.

"Nina, rise and shine, wake up before your boyfriend kills me." She pleaded, only to find Nina still asleep, drool coming from her mouth.

"I'm not going to kill you, I should thank you for at least putting her out." He said, with a deep sigh.

"She obviously never knows when to give up, huh?" Cherry asked, wondering what Ryu would say.

"You could say that... but see if there is a god damn first aid around, this wound is a bitch to put up with you know." He told her, wincing from the pain.

Cherry nodded once more, as she walked off, getting the first aid kit, and tended to his wound. He breathed deeply, already he finally was in relief, and he prayed that he would not be forced to fight soon.

***

Wes ran through the crowd of hicks, ramming all those who were in his path, the hicks went flying several feet across through the air, slamming in the wall brutally. He swung his coffin around, smashing any hicks who dared try and rush him, the heavy metal smashing the already square jawed brainless fools who even with some brain still managed to screw up an easy job such as taking out the garbage. Wes towered over them, sneering down at them, as he started kicking them in the gun, as he continued on, using his coffin as a shield, with bullets already blazing directly at him.

He advanced inward against the shower of bullets, the loud tints and pings that rapidly emitted from his coffin, every bullet that hit immediately fell to the ground, dulled by its now smashed head. The coffin indeed was an armored plate, an alloy if titanium and metal melted together, giving it the heavy weight that was hard enough to even lift, and the ability to be used like a shield.

Wes repeatedly used the strategy, moving in to the offensive hicks, and smashing them hard with his coffin. He easily knew he had to keep going, he was getting closer and closer with each pounding moment, he could feel his muscles tense in excitement, his heart beat faster, with each breath he took, slowly getting closer to the boss, he would soon enough have his vengeance, by getting the boss of the entire Black Market.

After forcing a few heads to roll after he K.O.'ed them, he took out a cigar, lighting it up with his own personal lighter, he took a few puffs, before exasperating the smoke away. He opened his coffin, taking hold of his chain gun, before shutting the door, and once more carrying the coffin through the hall.

***

"Gary, come in Gary, do you read me... Arrrgg!" The Don threw the communicator across the room, the strength forcing the communicator to break with the impact caused as it hit the wall.

"This isn't looking well, so far you have lost six of your men, the Fae is free and now we have Draco to deal with. what more could happen?" Jack complained with a tranquil tone.

"I have the sense of hearing you know... and best just shut up before your mouth brings us more trouble." The Don grumbled, as he took a seat in his chair once more.

The Don glanced to the door, as he already could tell the firing of bullets was growing more loudly with each passing second. He knew someone was coming, someone big and tall, alas he was already too scared to react. Soon enough, the shots stopped, loud stomps grew louder as they approached the entrance to where the Don was.

In the same moment, a loud smash broke the suspense, as the woren walked in, throwing his coffin purposely towards Jack, smashing the TV's behind him. Brandishing his two guns, he fired along the walls, destroying most of the remaining equipment in the security surveillance room, and stopping as he glanced at the two, a cigar still in his mouth as he gleamed brightly to the two.

"HERE'S WESY!!" He shouted psychotically, as he dropped his chain guns to the ground, a loud thud as the metal weapons landed to the ground.

"You damn woren's are NOTHING BUT TROUBLE!!" Jack bellowed, reaching for his handgun, he was to slow to grasp it, as Wes moved with blinding speed, and whacked the owner in the face, sending him to the ground unconscious.

"Ya, cause fucks like you seem to just run your mouths so much." Wes muttered, as he spit on him.

"The only thing I see is a foolish trouble making showoff that is about to learn why nobody crosses the Black Markets path and gets away alive." The done said, pulling out two daggers.

"Guess I'm going to make history by taking you down." Wes said, cracking his knuckles.

The Don dashed forth, swinging his blades directly near the Woren, but missed Wes only by a hair.

"At least you ain't no pushover, else this would just be another boring fight." Wes said, smiling.

The Don took offense, swinging his daggers at the woren, who easily avoided them, moving to the side with great posture.

"Stand still and die as you should Woren!!" The Don yelled, swatting faster each time.

"C'mon, is that all ya got?" Wes teased, flipping the done the bird with both hands.

"Fool, your desire will get the best of you!" He yelled, as he thrust a blade forward, only to hit the wall, as Wes then grabbed him by the throat, and smashed him in the gut with his free arm, forcing the don to drop his weapon.

Hurling him to the ground, the woren walked forward, kicking him in the gut, as he continued his relentless assault. The Don only remained their, taking the beatings as he began to bleed from his nose, bruise marks already over his face, teeth already ripped from their sockets, and a mouth puffy from swelling up from the beatings.

"This is what you get... for the children you killed, you shall pay!!" Wes roared in his face, as he clenched the Don by the collar of his shirt, picking him up as he chucked him out into the hall, following him as he grabbed the back of the collar, and dragged the Don along the floor.

Wes shoved the Don's face against the smooth, flat wood polished floor, rubbing the Don's face on it like a mop, blood now covering most of his already ugly face. After a few seconds of this, Wes lobbed him off into the bar room, the main nightclub area for most, with the dance floor of multi colored lights, the many hundred bottles of alcohol drinks, surround sound speakers, tables on the sides for chatting and the usual lava lamp decorations. The place was deserted, not a tender or a person was inside, obviously Hicks weren't to keen on how nice the place looked.

Wes towed the Don's ass inside, before he threw him behind the bar counter, forcing the Don to smash into the glass bottles on the shelves behind, each one on the now broken area fell to the ground with a loud shatter. Wes stopped, taking a few deep breaths, as he looked over, waiting for the Don to stand, the man already a bloody mess. Wes didn't care what he was doing, he wanted the man to suffer before he died, he wanted the bastard to die slow, slow and painfully as possible. The scene of the dead children fueled the woren's wrath, the scene of their murdered bodies ran through his mind, his conscious had agreed with his decision, he was not going to back down, no matter how much the Don begged for mercy he would not yield.

A very warm and intoxicating scent easily broke the woren's berserk state, as he glance up, the back of the bar in flames, with a man engulfed in flames slowly standing up.

"Ahahahahahaha... To hell I may go very soon, and freedom I shall have. foolish Woren. even if you killed me out of vengeance, this... is...ahhhhhhhhh!!" With that said, the Don fell to the bar, burnt to a crisp, the woren only walked out, and ran back to the servaliance room, finding Jack awake.

"Still alive... hmph, I guess the Don truly is weak..." He muttered, shaking his head.

"He's dead, and unless you want to be caught in the fire, we best get out." Wes replied, as he put his equipment away.

"I have a safety system to take care of that, unless..." Jack remembered of what the guards reported, but he also knew full well if the camera's were cut, then perhaps most of the security or emergency systems were also cut. "Shit."

Jack stood to his feet, as he ran out, Wes shaking his head, as he packed up, and followed.

***

Draco already had gone from room to room, gunning down any of the armed Hicks, and needlessly only needing to say "Know who I am, Draco 'HK' Carter, and you best get a move on if you want to live."

Those few words stirred enough panic that everyone ran for the door panicking from the fright, pushing and shoving to escape. He did this in every floor, easily getting most of the hostages out, and making a record out of it as well. He did though prevent most from killing themselves by trying to escape through the window, obviously the people did have a sense NOT to go as far as jumping form the third floor and end their lives so easily. He completed just about each floor in only a half an hour, meeting up with Lecha who was keeping count.

"That's about all of them Draco." She said, marking each of the area's the two had gone through, as they looked to one another with a nod.

"Good." He replied weary.

"What about the other purpose, don't you want to go after Ryu?" She asked, turning to glance at him, as she noticed he was looking to the ground, a sad glance on his lips, a tear going down from his face.

He didn't speak nor answer her, he only stood up, and walked out, down the hall that would lead to the entrance. He already knew all the Hicks had been taken care of, and Lecha had taken out perhaps the last Elite Guard around, considering what happen to the others. Draco though didn't feel up to killing Ryu, even if he still hated the guy, at this point, he just wanted to leave this place, and stay at some place for a short while, he had lost someone dear to him, and even though he shrugged if off, deep down, it already ached at his heart.

Lecha didn't try to comfort him; she knew how it felt to lose someone dear to you, since she experienced it so many times. She only followed slowly behind him, the two exiting the place through another side, and secretly snuck around the crowd, trying not to make a scene, went to where their jeep was park, as they got into the car leaving, Draco only glancing ahead at the endless desert that was ahead.

"Leon... You were the only other person I trusted... as a friend, and a apprentice... I fulfilled your last request... but your death will take time to get over, I know it all to well." He though, hoping his now dead friend was hearing him.

He only knew to well the experience, it was the same one that lead him to such a treacherous life, that turned his father from the once loving and bold father he once knew to the scumbag that he learned to despise and eventually kill. He never found death so sad when it was people who were after him in his early teens, but now he lost someone he truly was close to, and he already feared he would only become the same thing his father had fallen to, a drunk old man.

"Draco... I'm here for you... please... let me help you... " He glanced over to Lecha, who was staring at him with already wet eye and a concerned glance on her face.

He took a sigh, and nodded, she was perhaps the only other person who knew his past well and indeed, she was like him, a girl raised by abusive parents, she understood him better then anyone else. Draco took a deep sigh, deciding it was best to head off to another town, perhaps one that was not already marked by his deeds of doom.

***

Ryu ran out, carrying Nina in his arms, as Cherry followed him closely behind. They fled out to the front, finding the place surrounded with most of the hostages, who didn't spot Draco when he and Lecha fled. The they were more astound by the fire already ablaze and burning most of the building up, as it scorched the entire forth floor, smoke coming out of windows, everything inside burning most of the place down into bits and pieces. Jack ran out, only to stop, gasping as his face filled with horror, watching his own business burn to the ground; he knew all was lost, his own resort, now gone, and all thanks to the Black Market.

Ryu placed Nina calmly on the ground.

"Jack Black, you bastard. You're the one who caused this." He turned around, glancing at Ryu, and Cherry, plus around a hundred others, all with grim scowls on their faces.

"Hey... I can't be held for all of it... they threatened me Y'know, I can't say I didn't try to stop them-"

"Liar, you were in with them, you DID have connections, and you sold Nina out just for your OWN ambitions of wealth." Ryu said, taking a step towards him.

Clenching his left hand tightly, he glared angrily at Jack, before he swung forth his arm, and punched him in the jaw. Jack collapsed to the ground, crawling back like a coward, as Ryu gave him a swift kick to the chin, knocking the fool back out.

"Bravo Ryu... I guess you do have gut for fighting without a gun or sword... " Ryu turned to find Wes toddling out, a bit bruised, but still at his best.

"All seems to end almost well." He alleged, pointing over to the still unconscious Nina.

"That explains why she didn't follow me." He mentioned, glowering down at her body.

Cherry, Ryu and Wes slowly strolled over to where the Fae was laid down.

"So, how we gonna wake sleeping beauty up?" Wes inquired, crossing his arms together.

"Cherry could, considering how ya frenched her at the hot springs." Ryu teased Cherry glaring at him irritated.

"Woah, let me get this straight, Cherry, frenched Nina, in the hot springs, NAKED?" Wes questioned excitedly.

"Well, she did shrug me off, AND IT WASN'T LIKE WE WERE DOING ANYTHING WRONG!!" She screamed, the two shrinking as she did.

"No, just putting her in a tight position she wanted no part of." Ryu mockingly commented, Cherry easily growing red in anger.

"Wesy-chan, can you please...you known." She whispered, winking and tilting her head over towards Nina, a bright wide smile spread along the worens lips.

Striding suspiciously, the woren stood next to Ryu, as he put his left arm behind the Peacemaker, before shoving him unsuspectingly over to the Fae, forcing him to fall directly on target, his lips touching hers, a mild and seemingly short kiss. Nina slowly opened her eyes, spotting Ryu, she shoved him away, slapping him across the face.

Scowling over to the woren, he gave a livid expression, while Wes and Cherry could only laugh. .

***

"So guess this is farewell for now Wes?" Nina asked a sad glance on her face.

"Don't feel so sad, birdy, your no longer hunted, the boss of the Black market is dead, and I finally got a girl." He replied, pulling Cherry closer to him.

"Yeah, for about a few days, before you dump her for someone else who has a nice body." Ryu joked, the two glaring at each other for a few seconds, before bursting out in laughter.

"Well, see ya around Ryu." He said with a smirk.

"Take care Wes, try not to get to beaten up." Ryu remarked with a laugh.

Wes only snorted, starting up his engine, as he put his care into four wheel drive, and sped off into the distance.

"So Ryu, where to now?" Nina asked, moving uncomfortably close to him, giving him an ever so begging glance.

"For me, work, there still gunmen who roam this land, and I'm gonna take them down... In the name of the Peacemakers... Outlaws shall be punished." He stated, drawing his gun, as he aimed it to the distance of the setting sun, the sky giving a ever so bright pink color in the distance, as Ryu only smiled watching it.

Nina didn't say a word, she understood what Ryu was wanting, but as long as he would allow her to tag along, she had just about no reason at all to resist.

Next Chapter:

Just when all seems to be over, the truth is revealed, from the shadows of the unknown, the true fiends send in three hired guns, to kill me off, and capture Nina. With the help of a man wanting their heads, the odds seem even, but the question remains, who is the real boss behind this act.

Next Time: Dangerous Games