SUBLIMEinal
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The large black Sedan pulled into the alley way. The door opened, and out came a young, well-dressed Nepleslian. His name was Jackson. He looked around the alley, looking for any potentially hostile observers. Luckily, foot traffic hadn't reached this particular portion of the city for a while.
Not a big surprise. Anyone walking around in this part of town this late at night was begging for a death sentence. Most of the street lights had been broken for two or three blocks in any direction, and what little light there was spilled from the windows of night owls, and from the air traffic above.
Once he had given his surroundings a good inspection, he reached into his black blazer's pocket and pulled out a balaclava which he quickly pulled on. He pulled a SiZi P2 from his waist, loading it with a magazine from his pocket. He pulled the slide, and made sure the safety was deactivated. He was hopeful nothing would go wrong, but of course, when dealing with criminals, especially those of Nepleslian stock, preparedness paid off in droves.
He put the handgun back in his waistband and opened a nearby door. It led to a large warehouse. A number of chairs had been set up in front of a blackboard. Around the setup were several metal crates, all unmarked save for a black band painted around the middle. They were the only things that had apparently been touched in the past several years.
Jackson entered and took a seat next to the blackboard, and waited for his other contacts to show up. His pressed black suit and spotless white shirt a strange contrast to the general grungy atmosphere of the warehouse. He had been told to meet the rest of his crew here before setting up the job.
Not a big surprise. Anyone walking around in this part of town this late at night was begging for a death sentence. Most of the street lights had been broken for two or three blocks in any direction, and what little light there was spilled from the windows of night owls, and from the air traffic above.
Once he had given his surroundings a good inspection, he reached into his black blazer's pocket and pulled out a balaclava which he quickly pulled on. He pulled a SiZi P2 from his waist, loading it with a magazine from his pocket. He pulled the slide, and made sure the safety was deactivated. He was hopeful nothing would go wrong, but of course, when dealing with criminals, especially those of Nepleslian stock, preparedness paid off in droves.
He put the handgun back in his waistband and opened a nearby door. It led to a large warehouse. A number of chairs had been set up in front of a blackboard. Around the setup were several metal crates, all unmarked save for a black band painted around the middle. They were the only things that had apparently been touched in the past several years.
Jackson entered and took a seat next to the blackboard, and waited for his other contacts to show up. His pressed black suit and spotless white shirt a strange contrast to the general grungy atmosphere of the warehouse. He had been told to meet the rest of his crew here before setting up the job.
