[b]November 1,2017[/b]-Market Square,Market District-[b] 3:32pm[/b] Vito knew Sloth had some kinda lung problem(Vito probably has the shit too),so he can't really move fast. But two hours? "Ya gotta be kiddin me with this..bullshit". Vito reached into his jacket and..take one guess. Go ahead. Another cigarette was produced from it,his last one actually.[i]Eh. Probably get 6 packs for 250 from Sloth,no worries[/i]. You know the drill,Zippo,light,smoke. Vito took a long drag of his cig,letting the smoke fill his lungs completely before exhaling. His jaw still hurt from the guy who slugged him earlier,so he constantly feeling around the area."Hit like a freight train". The detective removed his [color=fff200]notepad[/color] from his pocket and scanned through the pages. He had hoped to get a little bit more information on his cases but..things didn't quite go exactly to plan... [b]November 1,2017[/b]-Market Square,Market District-[b]2:12pm[/b] Vito hated assholes. You know what he hated even more? Assholes with guns. You know what he hated the most though? Assholes with gun that were pointed at him. Such was the case right now. Mind you,Vito is a 'nicer' man when dealing with the locals. Tries not to swear as much,hell,sometimes he won't even smoke around em. Maybe this guy just didn't like him or maybe this was a bad day for him. But anyways,Gun,Vito,Asshole,here's what happened. [b]November 1,2017[/b]-Market Square,Market District-[b]2:10pm[/b] Vito was walkin through the market stalls,smoking and looking for anyone with relevant information. Eventually,he came across a certain..fuck it no sugar coatin, the dude was a fuckin poison dealer. A quick check of notepad and then he walked over.[color=f26522]"Welcome detec-"[/color]. Vito raised his hand and stopped the man mid-sentence."Save it. I need to know if you sold any lethal poison to anyone today and I'll need a description of em" Then something very important clicked in Vito's head. This guy was about to say 'detective'. Vito had the same ordinary suit of about half the guys here,so there ain't no way he just made the assumption. This guy was tipped off."Who tipped you off asshole?". Now seeing that his acting failed,the man produced a gun from his waistband.[color=f26522]"Customer paid a lot of money to keep this under the table so..time to die"[/color] [b]November 1,2017[/b]-Market Square,Market District-[b]2:12pm[/b] Dumb fuck didn't even see Vito's weapon drawn.[i]Blam![/i]. Footshot this time. The man howled in pain,which let Vito grab the piece he had. Dude recovered quicker than he wouldve thought. Vito got slugged. Hard. The world was spinning slightly and his vision was fading inbetween normal and black. After a few moments he regained some of his composure and turned to the man. [i]Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Click Click[/i] Full of holes but still somehow alive. Vito crouched down and spoke,his voice barely above a whisper."Listen here dickwad,you've got about 1 minute before your sorry excuse for a life is gone. Make it count". The man wheezed and coughed up a little blood.[color=f26522]"F-Fine"[/color]. He sputtered and gave Vito [color=fff200]Ronan's general appearance[/color]. "Thanks". Vito brought the man's gun to his temple and fired.[i]Blam![/i]. His blood and brain matter were sprayed across the concrete. No way Vito was just gonna let him expire. Dumb fuck need to be taught a lesson. [b]November 1,2017[/b]-Market Square,Market District-[b] 3:32pm[/b] Vito was still tryin to get his jaw to relax. Even from here he could see the aftermath of what happened earlier. No one bothered to clean it up.*buzz**buzz*. It was his pager,and something from Sloth.[color=9e0b0f]30mins[/color]."alright Sloth. I can wait". Vito sat on the bench,his gun still drawn.