[center][h1][color=black][b]John Wolf[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=black][b][u]Mice in a city of Wolves[/u][/b][/color][/h2][/center]
[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-rTQGMGVDY[/youtube][/center]

"Fuck - off - you - moTHER - FUCKER - URGH - WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!!" The rat screamed in between shots as he ran with a hobble along the concrete sidewalk, his gun's iron sights trained on the figure behind him. His free hand held his leg, dripping with blood from the hole in it. The figure dipped in and out of alleyways, behind light poles and mostly abandoned cars to avoid being shot. He stalked him from the shadows until he came up to an old bus stop, the light shined down like an old cliché horror movie scene. It was only brief of what the rat saw but he managed to catch sight of who was his previous captor, torturer and soon to be killer and his eyes went wide. The figure wore a black suit. Black dress pants, black shoes, coat, white shirt and black tie and long brimmed fedora. In his claws gripped a rather long 1911 silver with a wooden handle. Its beautiful hardwood finish was given a tribal wolf symbol for embellishment. On its slide, a simple "Woof Woof" was scratched into it with what may have been a knife. His yellow eyes were locked onto the rat from behind black fur and all emotion was cut from his face. 

"Oh no..." His voice trembled as he paused for a moment. The rat was Kitzner, The Meth King, a meth chemist and one of the top makers of the substance. He had decided to make a move to another big gang but his former leader, who went by the moniker [@Midnight Howl]"Godmother" didn't like that one bit. A liaison for her met with John at the Hole and after a rather brief discussion, a deal was made and forgotten.

Now Kitzner was shocked that "Godmother" would even pay for such a task when she was strong and powerful enough to do it herself.  That thought was cut short as another hole magically appeared in his shoulder after a muffled pop followed by clanking of a shell. "AGH!" The rat dropped his pistol in retaliation from the bullet hole in his "shooting arm" and just hauled ass as quickly as he could.  could see in the distance a large building and knew where and what it was. "The Hole", the hub of neutrality and safety. It was the Eden's Garden of this hellish bio-dome called New Earlton. He gave a hope-filled grin as he tore off for the Hole. John watched as his target made his way to the hole and he simply frowned. [i][color=black]'Can't make shit easy can you?'[/color][/i] With a heavy sigh, he moved his gun to his other hand and pulled out a simple flip phone and pressed one. It rung for a moment before someone [@VKAllen] answered. He walked towards the sanctuary as he talked on the phone, gun in his other hand.

[I][color=black]"Hey boss. Look I got a bleeder coming your way. N - No he - yeah he's one of my tar - Yeah I know the rules of the place - Don't worry I won't take him while I'm in there. Oh by the way did you get the TV fi - Hello? - - - Helllooooo? ....Guess not." [/color][/I] John closed the phone and placed it back in his pocket and moved his gun back to his dominate had as he made his way to the Hole.


[@Kafka Komedy] [@Hawlin] [@VKAllen]

Kitzner burst through the front door of the Hole into a heap on the floor as he tripped over the bottom part of the doorframe. "S-S-Somebody help me!" The rat caught the attention of most of the patrons gathered as he stumbled to his feet and hobbled over to the bar counter. "So-Some black wolf is fucking trying to kill me! You gotta help me! I'll pay you. double...No no triple what you usually ask for!" He pleaded with those at the bar, unknowing that sympathy would be absent. After about a minute or two of him explaining his situation the front door once again opened. This time a Black wolf in suit stood in the doorway with gun in hand. The commotion about the bleeding rat turned to silence as they saw who entered. "Oh no...T-That's him! THAT"S THE GUY!" He shook a frantic bloody hand at the wolf as John made his way to the bar. "Please no...no nononononono NO" John slowly raised his pistol as the rat started to freak out. It would seem that John was going to fire inside the place but instead it found itself back in its holster as he pulled up a seat next to his target, a smile on his face as he nodded to Kitzner and those at the bar before turning his attention to the one behind the bar with a frown. 

[@VKAllen] [color=black]"Ya know it's very rude to hang up on someone when they're in the middle of talking. I personally think you get a kick out of irritating me."[/color] He chuckled to himself. He ordered his usual, a whiskey with ginger beer and a glass of water. Funny thing was he never drank the whiskey and ginger beer. More or less just let it sit there until he was ready to leave. That might have been the reason why Sacha liked to mess with him. 

At this point the rat was just confused and scared. First he was pistol whipped into unconsciousness, then beaten for information and finally almost killed. If it wasn't for this place, he would be dead, sooner. 

"That's it?" He looked towards John with bewilderment gaining a sidelong glance from John.

[color=black]"That's it"[/color]

"Really?"

[color=black]"Yes sir"[/color]

"So you're not going to kill me?"

[color=black]"Didn't say that now."[/color]

"What! I thought you said that was it!" He yelled accusingly.

[color=black]"I did say that was it but only for now. I would say it's nothing personal but that's to cliché."[/color] He said, tapping the glass of the whiskey mix.

"So it is personal." John shook his head.

[color=black]"No. I said I wouldn't say that because its too cliché. It's not personal."[/color]

"Well...You can't kill me while I'm in here." A smug grin crossed the rat's face. John just smiled and shrugged before looking back at Sacha. 

[color=black]"Oh Sacha. By the way. The first job is complete and the information is here in this paper. The second one is voided, found out the dumbass opened his mouth at the Ant-Elope. You know that gentleman's club down the street? Yeah. There. But the third one is-"[/color]

"Wait I'm your third job?" Kitzner surprisingly was slightly hurt by that in a weird way. John just simply gave him a raised brow before turning back to Sacha. 

[color=black]"His drinks are on me."[/color] Now that the rat would shut up, he turned his attention to the other two women at the bar with a sly smile. One that conveyed slight interest but held more of a warm welcome. He tipped his hat to them. [@Kafka Komedy][@Hawlin]

[color=black]"Hello ladies."[/color]