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[@Dragonbud] 

“I’m gonna be honest, I’m having second thoughts about how important these caps are.” One of the thugs murmured. 

“Shut your fucking mouth, Belluci.” The second-in-command snarled, his back facing the rest of the thugs, as he squared up to Dusty. 

“I’m serious, it ain’t worth getting wasted over.” 

“I said, shut you-” 

Just then, Belluci’s chain cracked down on the back of the other thug’s head, splitting it open like a crunchy mutfruit. Bloody pull exploded out of the fresh slice in the man’s head, whilst his body swayed, and tumbled to the ground; a trail of dark carmine spurting out into the gutter. 

Belluci, and the other remaining thugs, stepped backwards, giving Dusty a heasent look. 

“No need to drag this out anymore. We cool?” 

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[@Sol Grim]

The room that Dallen stepped into looked more like another whole floor of the casino than an office. Empty roulette wheels and card tables were dotted about the place, and huge stone pillars lurched up to the ceiling. Bright neon yellow globes flooded the room with light, as the windows themselves had been boarded over. 

At least ten of the Donna’s henchmen and women occupied the room, whilst Regina herself sat at the far end, behind a large wooden desk. 

“Adrian said he was sending someone,” the woman observed, gesturing one hand to the empty chair in front of the desk “please, take a seat.” 

The Donna was a strongly built woman, broad shouldered and olive skinned. She had deep brown eyes, and long hair that was black like coal. Her fingers were littered with glistening rings, and her full body was packed into a cheetah pattern dress. 

“Why don’t you start by telling me a bit about yourself, mister..?”