[color=red]"Yo dude, one hot dog with the works!"[/color]

[color=ff4040]"Should you really be eating this much before a fight, Luis?"[/color]

[color=red]"Ah it'll be fine, Renny! You worry too much!"[/color]

Luis accepted the hot dog from the vendor and dropped a handful of coins onto the counter of the cart and walked off, idly eating the street delicacy as he strolled down the sidewalk.

The corner of the city's business district was bustling with life this afternoon, with the lunch hour crowd pushing and shoving their way through traffic and other people as they each went about their ways. This, of course, made the slightly burning interdimensional mercenary eating a hot dog in the middle of the sidewalk all the more noticeable. Renny, his machine gun, laid against his chest, hanging from her strap, while the rest of his weapons hung on his back.

Today he'd gotten an alert from his boss that a particularly nasty assassin was in the area and his target was a man that would further their causes if he didn't die. So he was on protection detail, albeit an extremely relaxed one because the target was wholly human. Luis expected the poor fellow to bite it anyway, but he was hankering for a good fight so here he was.

As he polished off the hot dog and burnt the wrapper into ashes in his hand, he found a place to sit on one of the nearby benches. While he sat, he began to inspect the surroundings. All looked normal; traffic was jammed because of a van broken down at the intersection, people were milling in and out of the office tower behind him and some people were staring at him as they walked by, giving him a wide berth from the heat that rolled off his body in waves. 

[color=red]"Besides, this dude looks like a no show anyway."[/color]

[color=ff4040]"Are you sure, Luis?"[/color]

He glanced down at the machine gun staring up at him from his lap and shrugged in response.

[color=red]"Who knows, Renny. Maybe today won't be my lucky day after all."[/color]