[center][h1] [color=gold] Dyomi City 11:00 Am[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=gold] Dyomi city was quite busy even at eleven AM shops of various kinds were opening and the merchants were taking their morning strolls it was a picture perfect morning. If you lived on the north side meanwhile in the city the gangs were organizing their way to loot tourists and guide people to the dens that they owned. Now most of the gangs dens were out in the open , usually the gambling dens  and brothels the only crime was it you were caught counting cards though gangs would take care of you before the police did it you were caught doing that. Though the city has its faults the inhabitants are a proud people once again welcome to the city of Dyomi.[/color]

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A young man walked the streets of the slate taking out a matchbox as he did fishing out a paper cylinder as well. Lighting the match the young man held it up to the cylinder which now had one end held securely by his mouth. After making sure the cylinder which around Dyomi was called a Bushel usually holding the illegal drug known as Parem, the young man promptly took a puff which it anyone could see him would notice that the puff caused his whole body to suddenly relax. Pulling his coat tighter around him as he smoked the Bushel some more the young man ran a hand through his hair as he avoided some men with a tattoo of a black Gull with white tipped wings. This tattoo identified them as part of the gang known as The RazorGulls a gang which he wasn't on the best of terms with.  " Hello Waylan beautiful winter day isn't it? " a cheerful man called out as he set up a shop [color=red] "Quite if you call freezing cold beautiful" [/color] Waylan called back smiling as he took another puff of his Bushel. 

Waylan sighed softly watching the smoke tumble out of his lips as he walked he wasn't particularly happy about who he was meeting but a job was a job and a job from Jonathon Morris wasn't one you refused easily. Smirking when he got to the building,  a large green one among the usual brick  with a Lion across the left wall. After smoking the rest of his Bushel Waylan walked inside the building and took the steps up to Jonathon Moriss's room or "office" as he called it. Waylan hadn't been dealing with the DimeLions for long but they payed good even if they held an air of superiority as if they weren't just some street gang from the Slate , but today they needed a demolitions expert and Waylan as the best there is. At least the best there is in the Slate he mused a wry smile coming across his face as he entered the "office".

[color=green] " Waylan so glad you could come"[/color] Jonathon said with a shark-like grin, one that never reached his eyes. Waylan just looked at the man and lit another Bushel[color=red] " You said you had a job? "[/color] he asked taking a puff, usually when he had dealings with the DimeLions Waylan liked to keep them short. Jonathon nodded[color=green] " Yes I do I would like you to accompany some of my men as they break into a merchants house , there is a tunnel into the house and we need someone to blow up the wall blocking it. ".[/color] Waylan nodded and thought about it as he puffed his Bushel [color=red] " How much will I be paid? "[/color] Jonathon smiled [color=green] " Fourty Kruge".[/color] Waylan blew out some smoke Fourty Kruge , the currency of Dyomi was good money it could buy Waylan a bed for tonight and some food for dinner and the morning. [color=red] " ok I'll take the job what time and what day do I need to be there? "[/color] he asked. Jonathon smiled and rapped his knuckles across the desk [color=green] " Tonight at twelve AM".[/color] Waylan nodded then left the DimeLions bulding.