Disclaimer: I did not make Sin City, or the Characters. They respectfully belong to Frank Miller and Dark Horse comics. Also, any characters I come up with that aren't mentioned in any of the comics, you can guess are mine.

Foreword from the Author: Hello boys and Girls. I had the rather sour luck to get Diarrhea last night. But I took some pepto and I'm all set. So people, on with zee show and more to the point, the story too, watch your show later.

Sin City
Dirty White Lies
Chapter Six: Gunfight at the O.K. Hotel

The Bar was rather smoky tonight, well more Smokey then usual. I sat quietly on the stool nursing my scotch while cycling through the people I'd talked to in the last few days. Mark Aski, Renveau's accountant and overall dead man; I didn't feel much pity for the guy. Officer Richards, his Family being held hostage in a sense by Renveau so he'll do Renveau's dirty work. So far Renveau wasn't as well liked as he was more feared, didn't surprise me, the guy could've won the douche awards blind folded with one arm tied behind his back.

Freya walked over and poured the shot glass full for me again, "Bad images?"

I didn't recognize her speaking and kept looking at the faces. She shook my shoulder, "DJ? Come on man you're scarin' me."

I looked up and shook the memories free of my head, "Sorry, what's going on?"

Freya shook her head and walked off uttering something that sounded awfully like sad. I took a sip of the liquor and put my head down.

"Hey buddy?" A guy groaned, of all things, I just wanted to sit quietly but obviously some dumb ass drunkard wanted to tell me about how shitty his life was, oh joy.

He shoved me back and forth; I looked over at him and rubbed my face, "Yeah."

"Some dude wanted me to give you this." He said handing me a small box wrapped in brown shipping paper and twine.

He got up and walked away leaving me sitting there with probably the stupid look on my face. I pulled the twine off and tore the paper open. There was a sole ticket to see a concert; the 5 6 7 8's in the Olympic Hotel ballroom. A non-formal occasion. I lifted it up and looked at the bottom, written in nice handwriting was 'Don't be late'. I put it back in the box and leaned back a minute rolling the idea over in my head. I checked the ticket again, it was scheduled for tonight at 9.

I looked at the clock in the bar, half pasted 8 and I had no date, nothing to do and two shots of scotch in my gut. Nothing like a good concert, I said to myself and started out the bar. I wasn't too scared, I still had that .45 USP in the back of my pants and I know it was loaded and ready to kill. The night air was getting frigid, winter was on its way and old Jack Frost was going to be taking a chunk out of my nose again.

I got in the cab and rode it to the Olympic Hotel up on 114th and Trust. Not a bad spot for the middle-upper class citizens of Basin City. I blended in well enough with my leather jack and cargo pants. I handed the bellhop the ticket and he checked it on a list.

"Mr. Kirra, we've been expecting you. Please follow me to your seat." The Bellhop said.

I raised an eyebrow, why the hell would the guy want to escort me to my seat? Ah well, seemed nice enough. He sat me down at a table fit for 6 people, I knew well enough to take my gun out of my pants now and wait. I checked the clock, 8:50, ten minutes to show time. I ordered a drink and sat back in the padded dining chair. Not surprised by the usual people in here, I did catch one crazy blonde chick wearing a yellow jumpsuit with a black stripe running up each side of her. She seemed familiar but I didn't ask. With five minutes to go I was starting to get impatient, I just wish the assholes who bought me this ticket would show up already.

"Looking good for a dead man Kirra."

My stomach rolled over and exposed its ass to the world in disgust, "Renveau's sad little hitmen. My, oh my you boys must be cannon fodder to be showing up to take me down." I taunted.

The two guys sat down across from me, neither had the mind to check me for a weapon. The one of the left was Nathan Koenig, a rather sad excuse for a hitman, botching more of his hits then killing them. I had to clean up one of his messes up a few years ago; he actually had to kill the guy with an elevator door because he forgot to pack an extra clip and ran out of bullets.

The guy on the right, Samuel Adam. His nick name was the Keg. He bragged that he was related to the beer making company, I just figured him for some dumb bastard who had parents who'd thought it be funny to name their son after a beer. Sadly enough the guy was about one step shot from liver failure and I know he was going to be put down sooner or later. I hated having to kill Renveau's guys, specially the one's you buy as Hitmen R' Us from the bargain bin. Regardless of the two rather lame backgrounds, they were still hitmen and I still had to kill them. Ah well, guess shame and guilt'll have to wait till later.

"So Kirra, how come you decided to get the berries to whack Aski? Hmm?" Nathan said smiling like he had the situation under control; the guy couldn't control his bladder, especially when I pointed this .45 in his face.

"I just figured I'd show Renveau it wasn't bright to whack one of his top hitmen and think it'd be okay." I answered truthfully.

"I think you should apologize for the grief you gave Mr. Renveau." Samuel replied putting the gun in plain day; what a fucking rookie.

"Oh my, you've a gun and a beer gut, I'm quaking." I responded, "Forgive me if I don't bite my fingernails in terror."

"Always was a cocking son-of-a-bitch." Nathan said to Samuel, "I agree." Samuel replied.

I shook my head and chuckled, "You two going to hold hands as you pull the triggers?"

The two both shot me sour looks, "Shall we?" Nathan said asking Samuel.

"Any requests before we drill you Kirra?" He asked.

"One; let me at least listen to one song from this band that you gave me the tickets for." I said.

Samuel looked at Nathan and nodded, "I suppose we can do that for someone in your stature."

While the pair of dumbasses told each other jokes I watched the curtain rise. The band which was comprised of three very skimpy dressed oriental women. Two guitars and one set of drums. They started up and it went crazy from there. They were like a Neo-beach boy's esque style, not too bad either.

"Hey!" I called from across the table as the band started rocking the joint.

Samuel and Nathan looked up. Under the table while the two bastards were chatting I'd put my nice silencer on. I pulled the gun from the table and pointed it at Samuel's head and pulled the trigger. The sound was inaudible over the band and the silencer and Samuel collapsed to the table. I snatched the brass from mid air and aimed for Nathan who stood paralyzed with fright, the two idiots honestly though I was unarmed. I pulled the trigger and caught the brass in a napkin and smiled as Nathan plopped down next to his buddy.

I put the gun back in my coat and grabbed the two and dragged them out into the lobby. Samuel le fat ass was starting to cramp my arm as soon as we got into the bathroom. I sat the two in the stalls and locked the doors to each of them. They'd find them in the morning with jack shit for evidence, not that I'd get arrested anyway. Fitting way to end it for these two, their buddies could just say they were outclassed by a much better hitman; me. I walked out of the bathroom and felt a cold chill run down my spine as I eyed the crowd.

There must've been 5 guys coming my way, armed and ready. Fuck, I guessed that Baron von Gluten and Nathan were alone, my mistake, not to happen again. I again had to pull the pistol from my pocket; I removed the silencer and aimed for the first one. At the sight of my drawing a weapon the guys panicked and pulled out theirs as well.

"EVERYBODY DOWN!" I shouted.

I had reasons to scream this, last thing I needed was someone death on the 5 o' Clock news tomorrow morning with my face plastered up on the damn reel. The guys stared in aw as the crowd hit the floor like they were told, first one was a freebie. I aimed and pulled the trigger. The boom caused the women to scream; I tuned that out fair quick as the rest snapped out of their stupor and started shooting.

I strafed out of the way of three bullets and caught none, lucky me. I aimed and fired putting another bullet between the eyes. 3 guys to go. The three seeing another of their posse dropping like a fly started backing away. Fear was an excellent advantage. I rushed for the nearest dead body and grabbed his pistol. Things were going to get ugly now. One started for the stairs, I aimed one pistol from under my forearm and fired nailing him in the spine, instant death or parallelization till I had to go stone cold on him. The other two seeing no choice started firing at me. I crossed my forearms into an X and fired my guns. The bullets struck dead on in the sternum and the last to hit the ground flat on their backs.

I started walking towards the first one who moaned, I pumped three shots into him nonchalantly. The next one got a bullet to the head and the last one was stiff as a bored and dead as one too. The gunfight was said and done and I didn't kill anyone unnecessary. Maybe I was getting soft but I did have a code of ethics to which I'd adhere to during this little crusade, one would be not to involve anyone unwilling, two would be never to kill anyone unless of course they were killed by someone else. Simple stuff that wasn't too hard to work by. I put my guns away and looked at the crowd.

"It's cool, they're all dead now." I called.

Quietly I walked out of the room and flagged a taxi down. So far this little crusade of mine was getting dangerous to the general populous, it was very stupid of Renveau to try an get me in a public place. Ah well, tomorrow was another day, another day that would put me one step closer to killing that bastard.