At Roanapur's hightway...

¿How many could dare to say that they had this kind of opportunity, benefit, VIP pass or whatever you want to call it? Not many, if we take into account how much someone else's reputation says so much. Not even those locals who had contacts or good relations with gangs from nearby blocks, dealers or feared hitmen, did not matter in the end; you must have been very affiliated with someone as well-known as Balalaika or Chang to act brave at this time of night.

Logically, it is already dangerous enough in daylight, but people had to earn their way and make room for oppressive gangsters and corrupt police who did almost nothing for security... Everyone had an idea of the danger night for any small, medium or large merchant. It was a big, wide and lonely road to travel, with only the accompaniment of animalistic noises like dying cats or dogs, the occasional flying insect and of course... A few junkies doing their thing with crack and homeless people lying on the ground; it wasn't that they had no desire to live, but the cays of this abyss were like a sweet home, no one judged them and without the need to tolerate the mockery and contempt of people in the light of day.

The only warmth for those below the bottom of the food chain was loneliness and silence... Or so it was assumed.

Everyone could hear her steps, not to mention that they even felt her presence like food burning, and if it weren't for the very poor quality light poles they wouldn't have been able to see her, who doesn't worry about using her very well-crafted stealth. This wasn't a good badge for these poor lowlifes, ¿Why? Well, it was the equivalent of a bloodthirsty beast calmly passing by where the small herbivores...

It was a relief that Revy just wanted to go home and ignore the rest of the world with hers grim gaze, but instinctively, they were alert and if god is good she would ignore them, of course she would...

Letting off steam is good, but there was nothing to be gained by wasting shell casings on some dead weights; even if they try something, be it by wanting to hurt her, kill her or go too far with her exuberant body, actions already mentioned that are impossible, Two hands would only put them to sleep with a good beating, none of these little shits were worth the use of their berettas.

Maybe in the past, when she just needed an excuse to unleash his anger and relieve stress, just a small excuse, that one of them would try to get close to her and she would kill everyone for at least the next two blocks or whatever was left of the way. No one would care or shed tears for these losers; perhaps people even thanked her for doing a non-involuntary public service, except for the police and cleaners who were supposed to dispose of the bodies...

At least his patience increased by 10% over time, years. Revy seemed not to be alert and was unaware of her surroundings, as indicated by her semi-downcast countenance; a serious mistake for any fool who believed that she really wasn't aware, hers mind could be on Mars, but the senses were on the lookout like razor sharps... Obviously no one wanted to test that and she didn't want to take care of garbage that hadn't even been showered for who knows how long.

The dark night was cold and melancholy without highlighting it. She couldn't wait to get home; A residential complex of medium-low quality buildings, it was well away from the noise and pests of the hoods, and as far as she knew it was not some property that some gangster controlled or nearby gangs... Strange.

She heard almost exaggerated and comical rumors that the complex was haunted by people who had constantly committed suicide there... The suicide part wasn't rumors, because she discovered firsthand that every few months some unlucky being would jump from the roof of the tallest building, one that passed the 12 floor. It's not that she would do anything about those people... Just would rather have found out another way and like Roanapur it never disappoints; Two hands had to witness how a child, with an ugly appearance and dirty rags, jumped into the concrete void and left a stain scattered on it.

She estimate that he was not even over 10 years old. ¿Why? ¿Why was it that just as she opened the handle of his door, after unlocking it with the key, she had to turn his head at the scream of a fucking hysterical woman and then see the child? At the precise moment when his feet gained momentum and took off into the air, everything from beginning to end... It was a good distance because it wasn't in her building but in the other, the scandalous woman was in panic, petrified by this witness, but on top of that some of the infant's remains were on his clothes and face. It didn't take long for the neighbors and the guard at the joint entrance to the sliding gate to arrive like moths towards the light...

Revy hates remembering that, because she didn't need to mentally feel sorry for that lost cause of a brat, he didn't have enough strength to survive his problems or lord's luck... She sense that maybe he had been through something terrible, the wrong people, the wrong scum. People have a high price on the black market, and for the most suitable sick freaks, they would be willing to pay millions to have children or even babies in their hands... Unfortunately.

She had no reason to imply that as had many variables as to why someone ends his own life, but she could notice it, or it was not sure about it to be honest as squinted her eyes to see better, she saw at the moment of the jump and until the end that the boy had a small smile... And tears. That wasn't really a death, it was his longed-for release to see the beautiful pristine white, far from the abyss.

Hers pity was not required, because that brat had an internal strength to carry out such a barbaric and crazy thing... Two hands had the strength to want to live and continue with his violent life, the boy had the strength to die and hope for something better in his next afterlife or some paradise imagined by someone.

Both identified by equal conditions, suffering and having nothing at a very young age, being spat, brokens upon by the world... If both had met, ¿Would the child judge Revy for being who she is or would he applaud it? Who knows.

Revy was very close to arriving at the complex, just a couple of blocks away from the road and passing through the hoods.

This "home" was not perfect, the water and gas were a big piece of shit that was missing from time to time, little maintenance, however there was electricity and the costs for all bills were low, apart from some protection by having one or 2 guards who guard the entrance plus the gate. She had lived there for almost 3 years, free of problems or silly assaults.

She was eager to get to her apartment, take a fresh shower and jerk off for a while, a good fuck is not something that had been in her routine or pass time's way for years, although having such a dominant character, she managed to attract attention of some lonely lesbians and mess with them to burn off the desire and lust. The men didn't shy away from her, but by looking somewhat tomboyish she made them retreat and therefore not enter into conversation, possibly due to her middle muscled arms; Revy's massive and strong legs along with her curvy hips attracted one or another brave man, however her powerful arms added to her reputation and character killed any idea...

Of course, she concluded that no cock or girl could match her own fingers...

.- ¿Huh?

She continued walking and her gloomy expression changed to one of curiosity as raised an eyebrow. Passing the last block, around the corner there was a small building, or rather; there were lights on the ground floor. She walked until found it, when had the complete picture saw that it was a warehouse type premises, with some fruits placed in baskets on tables, near the door of the premises. There was no one inside, and on one of the windows it said in a small sign "open." She saw a relatively young man, in flip-flops and beach shorts, plus a sweater and hat for the cold, sitting in a small wooden chair, looking years old as the wood was corroded and peeling...

.- ¿What the hell... ? .- Whispered to herself. Made up a point of what she was believing or speculating, maybe ot couldn't assimilate something so stupid.

The young man's gaze fell on the woman who had approached him, she being about 2 or 3 meters away. He had to hold back a yawn, and the circles under his eyes showed a total lack of sleep; he felt that as a good merchant that would detract from some points with any client of any kind.

.- Good evening, madam, ¿Can I offer you something? .- The young man articulated politely, blinking a couple of times to check the potential client carefully.

.- Pfff, common sense maybe, ¿Won't you deal with that, you lil fool? .- She answered and asked at the same time in a perceptive manner.

Disbelief was in the cold air contagiously, as much as both of them, the only ones who dwelt in the street abyss. Hence Revy's uncertainty, ¿What was this guy doing? ¿Was him some goofy tourist who decided to start his little business here? Oh lord, of all the cities.

.- Uuuh... Excuse me, madam, but I don't understand you...

.- Cut the shit already. You know what I'm talking about, either you're someone very new or you just don't have a brain .- Revy asserted cynically, she typically didn't mind being rude regardless of whether you were unknown or not. This guy seemed to be earning it. It's not her concern, of course not, but she got involved out of mere curiosity and for literally don't give a dam.

The man had already blinked enough and narrowed her sleepy eyes, she was a little far from the light of the store to see her well, but visible. He didn't believe it was real, he had heard the stories, nonsense and atrocities about a certain crew, more specifically a very interesting and unusual transport and delivery company... He didn't believe it because it sounded like ravings, and yet here she was, a legend made flesh and blood, incarnated as the death and final fate of many other souls of the abyss; Two hands.

She didn't lack imposingness, it was just that he imagined her to be taller, scarred, with litte hair and less exuberant. Revy Two Hands turned out to be too exaggerated in the stories of scared citizens, thugs and some other low-level gangsters, with the little hint of her being really for sure...

.- Forgive me, but I swear I do not understand you, madam. If you come to buy perfect, if no you could please leave .- He decorously answered without any sign of losing his cool. An expressionless face that denoted only tiredness.

.- ¿Hah? .- She almost laughed. Revy tilted her neck sinisterly and noticeably to the left like a canine that doesn't understand the situation, apart from now having one eye half-closed and the other one more open than opposite of hers. It wasn't obviously a good hunch. Frustration and anger increased, but not more than she would allow... Oh lord, she was as close to her home to hear these bad jokes.

¿This ass bastard was messing with Two hands? Neither of them was in her right mind or better composure; the sleepy salesman and the woman wanting to leave...

.- SIGH... Oh haha .- Revy expressed in comical sarcasm .- Ok pal, my faul... The thing is that since you seem despicably ignorant, I'll explain it to you: ¿What is a small, shitty merchant doing at this hour of the night? Is already early morning, and only high-caliber businesses like Yellow Flag are working, while the others are not for... Obvious reasons .- She explains in detail with her deadly smile and an "oops" gesture with her gloved hands exposed, similar to a hyena. She would play cynicism with this nonsense and would choose to reduce her anger in fits and starts.

The man finally understood the reason for her bad and rude attitude; it wasn't that was picking on him out of nowhere, no, not at all. The foul-mouthed Two hands just wanted to make him see, more specifically point out, in his own way of expressing, an important point. A good reasoning that wasn't even out of place because this deserved it, even though it wasn't even his business... Sooner or later it would come to that.

.- ¿Now you get it, faggo...? Jesus Christ, you must definitely be one of the new's here. Not even a kid would be caught lacking like this. And I don't think you have any kind of immunity or contacts for your benefit either. You're an easy target for any bastard, no one sells that late...

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2 quick minutes passed to ponder what to say to Two hands and her well-articulated explanation. He could fight hard with sleep and fatigue, and still allow himself to do his shift as if he were a self-programmed machine, discipline and years imprinted that on his brain. But he wasn't forced to explain himself to thugs, gangsters and street psychotics, not that he was implying that Revy was one, he didn't care. It's just that he never ever imagined being in this position; being interrogated by an death's angel. ¿Good luck? ¿Bad luck?

He settled a little in his chair and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, directing his full attention to Revy. For the first time he did not want to persuade or negotiate with a client whom he knows for years, ¿Since he started perhaps? He wanted to dispel his doubts, leave things alone and back to mind his own bidness.

.- SIGH ... I understand what you said me, madam, in truth, my common sense and other sense are in the corresponding place.

.- Aaaw don't tell me .- She shout in mockery.

.- Actually. I understand his concern about my... Supposed stupidity. But I repeat, I know the dangers and risks at night, I am not as new to this devil's city as you think. It's my decision for my own reasons and... To be fair, here between us you neither care nor do it concern you .- The salesman clarified wearily and almost yawning, his well-articulated plethora alluding to when a child got into trouble in the school and tried to reason with the director, one of those who make life in squares for every possible student...

Revy crossed her arms with an even lighter expression, but still intelligible and not decipherable for this transmitter in front.

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To say that this was uncomfortable was an understatement, very understated for the salesman's misfortune; ¿Had he pissed her off? ¿Disrespecting her in some non-direct way? ¿Was she debating whether to open a new asshole in the forehead? Oh lord, he din't believe the story that all gangsters were as ruthless as in Hollywood movies, at least not for small things; it's a shame that he had a very peculiar person in front of him. If it weren't for sleep brutally calming his eyelids, they would be wide open in uncertainty...

In a moment of mistaken vividness, his eyes strayed for a nanosecond to her shapely hips and legs of power. It was the worst 5 minutes of his life, silent and not knowing what the hell to expect for whatever this was.

Revy inhales and gives a very audible exhale as she closes her eyes, almost certain that seems to be carrying an expression somewhere between disappointment and arrogance. ¿What was it due to? it he had simply clarified the facts without any desire to play the smartass... No, he couldn't play the smartass when were in the den of the wolf; she realized that he was possibly a little nervous about her intrusion. She snickers to herself, ¿When wasn't everyone...?

In reality, it is an old sense of pride and arrogance that his name would have earned her some respect, notoriety and recognition in the underworld. In her adolescence, building a reputation from scratch filled her with great satisfaction among the gangs and those who wanted to use her services for common businesses, while innocent citizens, who, although they heard about her, thanks to one or another media of communication, they prayed and hope for never come across a being as mean and volatile as a very youthful Two hands would be...

Got so used to it that she no longer found grace or pleasure in it, at present she didn't believe it was so valuable, foolishly all the young people wanted to get attention in some way, to be noticed, to have the best grades, to be the best in the playfield, having a nice car, being the high school's queen bee... Rebecca Lee could only count bullets and money to survive, a philosophy of life, a mantra taken to the next level, she would never forget that nor have the chance to properly regret.

All his sins most likely gonna outlive her, like a warm friendship.

It's not that she despised what forged hard in the past, it wouldn't make sense now or ever, not when in this life, let alone line of work, you don't believe in fate, ¿Right?

Subsequently, Revy takes a few steps as approaches, slowly, really from the perspective of the hopeless salesman he seemed to see everything in slow motion as if it were a disgusting movie, but even he did not flinch, his eyelids opened a little more in alert. What he said definitely didn't resonate well with her and may go execute now. Now that she was in the clarity of the local lights, he could see all of her; she looked bigger up close and she was just over 5.5 feet tall. She had the slightly scarred arms of an MMA girl, not so enlarged, he assumed that did not consume anabolics, but what stood out the most were those amazing and lean legs, with battle scars... And the face, ¿How is it that someone with such good features can keep his good complexion in a place like this? ¿Witchcraft?

For an liveng dead, she looked pretty alive. Another emotion welled up inside he, ¿What was that? ¿Terror or admiration, how were you able to admire death in person?

No, none of the above. It was about grief; he noted it with his slightly saddened brow, if this were another world, with other circumstances, opportunities, Rebecca Lee would have had something very different in her life, something full of light and value... Two hands should never have been born, In a better world. The lord works in very mysterious ways, and we believe we can touch our fate at will.

It's accurate to say that he was nowhere near shitting bricks or pissing himself. Everything was so surreal... Revy walks more and closes the distance. To his surprise or misfortune, he closed his eyes tightly as if in preparation for what would come next. Nothing. The steps were taken to one side, she passed him by the side towards where the entrance of the establishment was located, and when he stopped hearing the characteristic walking, he turned around where she was, near the door... ¿What hell just happened?

.- Well, considering that your deaf ass ain't gonna last long to much, gotta take a look at what shit you sell in this pigsty. Be grateful, punk .- She told him sarcastically, entering the store. You ask for lemons and it will rain apples, this was a result a little better than expected, if not the best, even so she kept making him a little uncomfortable, ¿Is it rude to compare her to a time bomb? It was the least realistically...

He quickly gets up from her chair and follows her past the double door, these had little bells on the frame above, to announce any client, or person, who entered there.

The woman didn't know exactly what she was seeing here, an ordinary warehouse like any other, but with a somewhat strange theme... Many different and varied types of items in different kinds of conditions. There was a counter, behind it a three-tier shelf with some different products, from clothes to weapons in unknown condition...

.- Mmmm... .- She continued observing, noticing that it was a 5x7 space, well organized. Not only there are products for adults or young people, on the floating shelves on the right wall there were some toys for children, plastic dolls and action figures, and... Some kind of books, looked likes comics because of the cover, but the designs did not imply nothing american, some were in black and white. She didn't understand the letters.

Some kind of Asian language that wouldn't even bother to guess... Benny or Rocky Boy would love that shit to kill time, she thought comically.

On the left wall she saw decorative products, eating utensils, tools for mechanical work, a few small appliances, lamps, spare parts, old vinyl records and albums by bands like Motorhead, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Starship, AC/DC, Oasis, Erasure, R.E.M. There were few solo artists, Elton John, Eminem, MJ and other unknown rappers.

Revy was still formulating conjectures in her mind that what this really was, it functioned more like a big store than a common warehouse; a small winemaker would like to have even as much material as here to resell at ridiculous prices. The thing that caught hers attention the most were those 2 motorcycles that were well chained to the floor but stuck out like a sore thumb, in the center of the entire store five steps in front of the counter: a KTM Duke 620 and an MV Agusta F4...

Both obviously required a new coat of paint, and perhaps a couple of modifications for the goals that Two hands had in mind.

Totally unfair to have 2 beasts like these chained and in terrible conditions...

After finishing that involuntary check, still hadn't been able to come up with an adequate description for the type of cellar, garage, warehouse or whatever is identifiable for this site. In fact, the place didn't even have a name, but have it a little bit of everything. Dutch and Benny would probably appreciate having a place like this close to the office, Rock was a bit uncertain because she only saw him buying the basic things for his home and wouldn't believe him be so liberal with money.

Revy looked out of the corner of her eye at a clock that was in the corner, this one reading 3:20 AM. Of course she wasted the time and curiosity, not so bad in hers opinion, since the tomorrod job would be a classic bullshit of picking up merchandise and leaving with nothing else, there wasn't much excitement in it.

The man was standing with his arms crossed behind her, which she noticed; he turned out to be a man about 15 centimeters taller, corpulent and weighing around 80 kg. She couldn't figure out what kind of build he had due to his cold weather clothes, only noticing his calves, regular like those of some other average guy. ¿Where in the world did he come from? Didn't seem like your typical U.S. white boy, he had some unkept facial hair...

It was the last straw, he had to tolerate being judged outside, now he had to tolerate having his business judged... He repeated over and over again that this was the best possible result; gangsters and underworld people don't know, nor do they care, anything about the dignity of the average citizen, unless you had something to offer them, a status or the kind of good treatment.

It only took a vague three minutes for Two hands to decide what was going to take. She turned to the man.

.- Give me a couple of cigarettes .- She demands monotonously.

.- Please excuse me, but I don't sell those types of products here...

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Revy grabs the salesman by the collar of his sweater and brings him closer to her face, she was angry and he was not able to keep his gaze.

.- You have everything in this strange little store, ¿¡And you spit shit at me saying you don't have some measly cigarettes!? .- She pressed him in disbelief and incredibly disappointed. The expectations of ending this well were collapsing piece by piece. At least the salesman didn't want to be trampled on, so he removes the hand and keeps the distance between them. What a shame, a gangster made him blush apart from almost breaking out in a cold sweat.

.- Again, I don't sell those here, but if you want it you may choose anything else. If the problem is the cost, I guarantee that all here is super economical, with a 2-week money-back guarantee .- The salesman unraveled in an almost robotic, emotionless way; usually, being friendly and well-spoken earned him points with any client. Not here, it doesn't work for everyone.

.- ¡Ow bite me! I asked you for something as simple and well-known as a cigarette, and you don't have it, why would I... .- She stopped the sentence short when something not crazy occurred to clash his mind, she briefly glanced out of the corner of her eye at one of the motorcycles .- Hey you punk, tell me what condition those 2 motorcycles are in .- She asked.

.- The aesthetics are the only questionable thing they have, they need a good paint, but beyond that they are in perfect condition to handle long distances .- The man hummed even as an automaton, a small drop of sweat ran down his forehead, there was no air conditioning in the store's inside and was nervous.

.- ¿Yeah? ¿Or aren't you telling me that to get rid of me as quickly as possible, huh fool?

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.- Hahahaha ... For your ass's sake I hope so not, don't want this smooth skin of mine to get more bruises and scrapes than it already has, ¿Right? .- Comments a sarcastic Revy and with her characteristic smile from ear to ear.

.- Huh... I don't like my clients threatening me, is bad for the business and subsequent relationships .- The salesman says worriedly, this time being genuine in this and demonstrating the importance of rapport with the client. ¿Could he handle something like this...? He wasn't a thug or a gangster wannabe to even believe himself carrying on a conversation with a living dead but...

Sooner or later it would explode in his face...

.- Ins't it a threat, just an insinuation... ¿What? ¿Don't you have a humor's sense or something?

.- Only when the joke is good...

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Revy blinked three times in disbelief, this whippersnapper knew how to play his cards well, not taking risks when it was convenient for him. Realized that this guy was scared of her the whole time, she wasn't going to kill him, it didn't even cross her mind beyond answering questions... She would ignore that silly little response, anything to make this guy feel calmer, to be able to operate well.

.- Tch, just give me the price of the Duke 620 and I'll get out of here... .- She finally said. The man's heart rate returned to normal instantly.

.- $2500

She proceeds to take out 2 wads of 100 bills, and she throws them in his face, she would have hit right if weren't for the fact that the man had good reflexes. He catches them and quickly counts them with surgical precision. He finished and gave Revy a thumbs up, had made sure it was complete, no more, no less. He proceeds to look for the chain lugs, moving behind the counter, and taking a small combination box from one of the floating shelves, he unlocks it with a key that he took out of his pocket; get out the key's chains.

He goes towards the motorcycles, and begins to slowly unlock the chain system, Two hands watches him while he does that, arms crossed and thinking...

.- ¿Are you new here in Roanapur? I had never seen you or your cellar .- She asks with complete seriousness .- Tells you someone that made this abyss his home for a long time.

.- No, I have been living in this city for 2 and a half years. Possibly you didn't notice me because I live in the northwest district, almost on the outskirts. But I know enough about the scumbags here and the citizens.

.- ¿Uh huh? .- She issued, raising an eyebrow.

.- Yes, there is not that much of a mortality rate in that sector, and it seemed temporarily safe. The problems and disturbances were always in other areas, depise that we weren't ignorant of them .- The man says with a small smile.

.- ¿Until...?

.- The problems caught up with me. There was an outbreak of mortality, some gangs moved in and trouble followed them .- He now has a frown on his face .- They weren't really mob bosses, just wannabe gangsters wanting to make a lot of noise among themselves...

.- Yeah, cockroaches generally want to be respected in some way; ¿And what better way than killing each other?

.- Many died in the crossfire, without mentioning the daylight robberies. The straw that broke the camel's back was seeing me involved; a bloodied thug arrived at the local, looking for shelter to hide from his pursuers and...

The salesman paused a little, ¿Wasn't this the same thing? ¿Get involved again with a being that moves in this underworld? But she wanted him to continue with the story, it wasn't fair to leave it cut off.

.- ¿And...?

.- I granted it to him, I hid him for a couple of hours in the store and I offered a couple of gauze and bandages for it... I thought was doing something common and harmless .- The man continues now with some nostalgia, remembering the how attended to and cleaned the wounds, the blood also ran down his clothes. A risky gesture of altruism that could perhaps cost him later, because he didn't have the guts to put himself first and let him die like the street rat that he was... ¿What if he really wasn't a bad person? .- He left and I never knew what happened next, I don't know if he is alive or dead, it doesn't matter.

.- If it didn't matter, you wouldn't have offered your pious hand, which you did, what a moron move... .- Reproached him Two hands, emphasizing that this was a totally wrong action, someone from the underworld now does recognized perfectly and is easily identifiable even if tries to hide it. Information spreads like starving bugs that detect a good amount of food .- Keep talking...

.- You're right. I didn't want any more encounters like that in my life or in the store, there is no camaraderie or honor among the inhabitants here, it's not like that guy owed me anything, maybe I could meet him again and this time he would kill me, much to my misfortune... .- He reasons obviously. It was almost done with the motorcycle chains .- I decided to move towards this district, it is not better than the previous one, but at least there is less violence, it may be due to the bosses and their control over everything... One of these days I saw an asian man with glasses passing by with 2 guards on his shoulders, I wondered if he was someone important.

.- Mr. Chang is the name, he is the current head of the triads, the Chinese mob. Jeez... You had a big shot right under your nose and you didn't recognize him .- Revy clarifies, surprised, the majority who heard about Mr. Chang understood that it meant a real deal, and depending on which side of the story you were on, you could continue with your life or sign your death certificate. The salesman finished unlocking the security chains, the only thing missing was the vehicle key, which fortunately for both of them, he had in one of his pockets and handed it to her.

.- ¿How long have you been in the area?

.- About five months. It is quite recent that i started with the unveiling of the work .- He answers, as they both walked out of the store, Revy directing the motorcycle by the handlebars, passing through a ramp instead of the stairs for easy transportation of the vehicle .- That's probably why you didn't realize...

.- Yes, I don't look at the grocery stores in daylight unless I need something to supply myself .- The conversation continues, with the keys handed over, it is inserted into the vehicle's starter cylinder, she presses the start button and press the starter lever about 2 times until you hear the nice purr of the engine. It's a shame for those who were asleep, sure the sound was like a bucket of cold water...

Two hands was pleased with the purchase, quite a bit, but his face being a poem did not show it, she was still neutral... Look at the salesman.

.- I guess thanks .- She said out of nowhere .- But understand something, isn't my business nor do I care, but you're really playing suicide with these shitty night shifts. You seem to appreciate your life, ¿Don't think it's weird to do this? You don't have any immunity as far I know of...

.- That is correct, madam. I don't have it. I happen to have my own reasons for... Doing it. I'll just tell you that .- He answers, completely calm and even with a small smile. ¿It was making obvious that this son of a bitch was happy for the Big Two hands is leave? ¿Was he glad he survived her and handled this like a champ? She couldn't decide which one it was.

.- SIGH... It's your funeral, winery man, for Christ on crack. I tell you what... I'll make a little bet with you, if you manage to stay alive for the next five months I'll buy you a few drinks at the Yellow Flag, all on me, ¿whatda ya think? .- Proposed Two hands with his best arrogant smile; there were two possible outcomes, the man would be killed by his stupidity and she would forget about this little game or, much less likely, she would pay for the drinks at the bar...

Although didn't mind that last bit, not when she had decent purchasing power that accumulated over several years from some Balalaika and Chang tips. Abstinence is a double-edged sword, but when you master it is a blessing. Two hands was not rich like some boss, but knew how to manage the greens well, she accumulated a small secret fortune.

.- I think I should decline the bet... I'm not really a drinker .- He reject with an "I'm ok" gesture with the hand. And again that's when is felt like a ant about to be crushed by the jaws of some predator. Revy didn't miss her little smile, but her eyebrow furrowed to the point of not distinguishing whether she was furious or not because of her refusal. Here we go again...

She had squeezed the handlebars of the bike pretty hard with an iron grip, and it was better to do that for his own good, because otherwise she would finish off this hopeless fool right now, emptying all the mags and hiting the battered body made of shrapnel... ¿Did hear right or was trippin balls badly?

.- Cut it out be a goddamn sissy, please... I even offered to pay. ¡Now you're the one who's rude, and to a client! .- She reprimanded him in disbelief and very frustrated. At least she wouldn't remember this when she's at work.

.- Never good to get too involved with clients, ¿What kind of seller would i be? .- He repelled, still a little scared. Although she was right, is also not polite to reject a act of good will from someone, even if she was someone with a good pile of corpses on her and little respect for life. ¿He wasn't innocently judging her or was he? He didn't know the whole story, not like the rest of the majority who knew her and she had a lasting bond, not that he sought to interfere in that. Revy's only impression was the rumors and the little encounter today; a vile woman who only kills for money... A being that would be better for the rest of the world to disappear.

It was so sad and pitiful, but she was giving him the opportunity to chat foolishly over drinks, an opportunity to perhaps understand and get to know the character behind Revy Two Hands, to unravel the legend, the murder angel... Don't deny the benefit of the doubt to anyone.

.- Just a couple of beers, just that... .- He agreed in defeat. Her face lightened again as well as the atmosphere, a burden was lifted from him, again... .- I don't see what you gain with this bet, honestly apart from messing with me.

.- If you die, I can easily acquire this place and then resell all this wholesale on the black market, you punk... ¡So count your blessings if you don't wanna that happen! .- She commented radiantly, giving him a good slap on the back that almost threw him off balance, ¿Was it a slap or the paw of a bear? Revy was preparing to start the vehicle once and for all .- Well, now that everything is ready and done, there is one small detail missing, your name; ¿What is it? And don't worry you stupid lil sissy soul, I'm not a snitching rat, nor will I mention your name to anyone who could harm you... Say it.

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.- Roov, the name is Roov... A pleasure madam .- He showed up at the end of everything, ¿If it had been at the beginning would all this have been simpler? No way to know, in fact, Two hands would not even pay attention to it and would ask him again in the end, it wouldn't be correct to believe it because would be throwing out guesses. Roov extends his hand to shake in a good, friendly shake. She gave her hand a quick slap again, leaving it somewhat red; she had so much strength and she didn't take it seriously...

.- Stop bullshiting me with the madam shit. I'm not a fucking granny like Balalaika, ¿¡Ok!? Revy or Two hands is enough, remember that .- The woman declared in a piss off mood, comically .- Then Mr. Roov, may the best one win. ¡Keep all that merchandise clean because it's sure to be mine! .- Said as started and walked away arrogantly, losing himself in the darkness of the abyss in her vehicle acquisition.

¡VROOOOOOM!

.- Gosh... What a crazyness.