Niklas stared at the body for a few moments. [i]Where did he recognize that face from?[/i]

"Don't worry about the mess" he muttered. Something felt off, but he just couldn't place it.

It was relatively often that of the various mercs or gang members in the area came in with an injured or dead friend, and it was relatively often that one of the two was Ronnie. Ronnie, however, usually ran pretty straight jobs, and this felt...wrong. The dead man was clearly a Rat, but the Rats were usually non-violent, and he was carrying a pretty high caliber revolver under his jacket, something that no Rat should ever have on him.

"Hey Ronnie, where did you pick up this scab?"