[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/rAeleWp.jpg[/img][/center] Gish breathed a sigh of relief when the small tunnel he had been scampering down finally opened up, though upon reflection he wish he hadn't. Even if one does get used to the smell down there, that still doesn't make it at all pleasant. Gish peered at one of the access signs in the larger tunnel. One of them read 67A. That put him in the heart of downtown, just as he was hoping. He began ascending the rebar ladder up to street level, feeling a squish between his fingertips on every rung on the way up. As Gish reach the top, he took off his hat and pushed the cover over with his back, having his hands full with the rifle and ladder rungs. As he emerged from the dank underground he heard a few quick shrieks from behind him. A few women, young, dressed as though they had just exited a nightclub caught him creeping out of the sewers. [color=pink]"Oh my God!" "What [i]is[/i] that!?"[/color] Gish couldn't help but raise his hat slightly to the women as he dashed for a nearby alley. He decided to keep off the main streets as he figured a goblin running around with a large rifle shaped package would draw too much attention. He wasn't in Chinatown anymore, couldn't get away with that kind of stuff in downtown. As he rushed around a corner he clipped a garbage can and sent bottles and other debris crashing to the ground. He cursed and shouted under his breath as he continued to haul ass to where he knew he could lay low. Most goblins in Santa Sombara were all acquainted with one another. They often relied on each other for information and favors to aid one another in staying one step ahead of their enemies. Gish had one particular Goblin in mind to call on a favor for, and that Goblin was Grezbill. Grezbill and Gish had been in contact many times over the years, feeding each other information on the big gangs in the city. Gish hoped he could count on Grezbill to help him out, at the very least he knew Grezbill had grown spineless and cowardly working for Nyxvira for so long and could probably be muscled into anything if pushed hard enough. Gish rounded another corner and shouldered in the door of an apartment complex. He couldn't wait for the elevator and started winding the staircase up to the third floor. He began to wheeze and gasp having ascended only the first set. [color=green]'Damn git, must be nice to afford a [i]3rd[/i] floor flat.'[/color] Once he finished with the stairs and made his way to Grezbill's door he took a moment to catch his breath, leaning on his still wrapped rifle. He glanced back down the hall and saw that his recently coated boots had left a nice trail of sewage stamped footprints down the hall. He paused for a moment thinking of the implications of his hurry from the Rat's underground highway. [color=green]'Fuck dat, I's not cleaning it up.'[/color] With his breath half caught he proceeded to pound his fist against Grezbill's door. [color=green]"GREZBILL!!! Open up son it's me!"[/color] [color=orange]"W-Who's me? Who's there?"[/color] [color=green]"It's me ya git! It's Gish!"[/color] [color=orange]"N-No, don't know any Gish. G-Go away."[/color] Gish rolled his eyes so hard he caught a glimpse of his own brain. [color=green]"It's [b]Godric[/b]."[/color] After a short pause the door slowly began to creak open. Gish gave it a helping heave and swung the door open, he heard a quick gasp from the other side as it obviously smacked into Grezbill. Gish closed the door behind him and started doing up the multiple locks Grezbill had installed. Grezbill stood quietly in the dining room of his small apartment that connected to the front door. Slouched with his hands at his chest the Goblin looked frightened as to the reason for Gish's surprise visit. With the locks engaged Gish moved over to the dining room table and lay his rifle on it. He turned to Grezbill with arms outstretched. "Ow' ya been mate!" he shouted as he wrapped his arms around Grezbill's shoulders. He could feel Grezbill's arms go ramrod stiff at his sides. A part of Gish only wanted to give Grezbill a hug because he knew it made him uncomfortable, that and he knew he reeked of shit. Pulling back from the brotherly hug Gish removed his boots and coat, revealing his bony figure and white tank top. He tossed his boots and coat in Grezbill's bathtub and started the tap to give them a quick clean. Returning to the dining room Grezbill hadn't moved. Gish had a seat at the dining table facing Grezbill. [color=green]"Mate, I need a favor or two."[/color] he began [color=green]"Me place just been raided by some barmy Rats son. I need a place tah lay low for a bit till I find out if dese benders is still out for me."[/color] [color=orange]"Um. O-Ok."[/color] [color=green]"Course it's ok son. Now, wot I be needin' from you is I need ta' have a chat with your boss Nyxvira. I wanna know for sure that I av' the all clear before I goes setting up shop again."[/color] Grezbill bit his lip and looked towards the floor as he scratched his head. [color=orange]"I dunno Godric, I-I-"[/color] Gish rolled his eyes again, he hated it when Grezbill called him by his real name. He cut Grezbill off before he got caught in an endless loop [color=green]"Listen son I [i]need[/i] to count on you for this, and I don't expect you to go to bat for me without a fine jersey now do I?"[/color] He began unwrapping his rifle. As he held it in his hands he gave it one more look over. Despite Gish's reputation for intentionally shoddy work, gunsmithing was his passion and when he so desired he was an artist in the craft. He felt his special variety of firearms were too good for the common street rabble. He wanted the weapons to be appreciated for what they were, fine and elegant works of craftsmanship. He couldn't bear the though of this rifle being used to hold up a liquor store, he preferred to see it used either in a fancy gold-leaf display case, or in the company of a high-priced assassin who would take care of it. Although Grezbill didn't flaunt it, he knew the Goblin appreciated a well made gun, and would take care of and admire it. Gish opened the action of the rifle with a loud *clank*. Plates shifted out and over to reveal the chamber. Gish extended the rifle out to Grezbill and saw his eyes widen as he reached out and gripped the rifle from Gish. Grezbill looked over the gun for a few moments before finally speaking. [color=orange]"There's a big club event happening tomorrow night at the Diamond Den. I'll arrange an a-audience for you."[/color] [color=green]"Thank you son"[/color] Gish uttered slowly. [color=green]"Now, got any bleach?"[/color] ---------------------------------------------------------- Gish paced around in a dark stairwell as he waited for Grezbill to finish up on the phone. He could hear the sound of music and people penetrate the walls. He never cared much for the club life, Goblins often got squashed pretty quick by Ogre bouncers should they ever get any aspirations that they'd be welcome in such a place. He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand as Grezbill finished up on the phone. [color=orange]"I s-s-still think this would go a lot s-smoother if you wore some of my clothes to an event like this."[/color] Gish stopped his pacing and widened his eyes. [color=green]"Mate. This is my best suit! You know I only dress in the finest attire."[/color] he said as he waved his hands up and down his old coat. Now came Grezbill's turn to roll his eyes. [color=orange]"Wait here for a bit, I'm g-going to go up and I'll t-text you when Nyxvira is ready to see you."[/color] As Grezbill ascended the stairs Gish called out to him. [color=green]"They bettah' have some fancy cigars waiting for me son."[/color]