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[center] Waylan had sat at his favorite Parem den and had gotten high while dodging RazorGulls to pass the time until it was about an hour before the job.[color=red]"Whelp guess I need to get my stuff. "[/color] he said taking another puff before getting up and left without paying saying his usual response of [color=red]" put it on my tab! " [/color]. Waylan then walked to his little place he called " home" if you could really call it that, more so it was just an alleyway he stashed his bag full of explosive and flammable compounds. [color=red] " Fuck I'm getting low. "[/color] he said to himself frowning as he checked his stash. Guess that isn't Waylan would be paying the Slates local black market a date. Using his matchbox again Waylan lit a bushel to numb out the cold and began to walk to the black market putting and blowing out smoke the whole way.

Once Waylan arrived at the market he looked around , it wasn't impressive looking just a bunch of people in rickety old stands ment to be put up quickly and collapsed quickly if any guards came. Walking to his usual stand Waylans face broke into a smile his bushel hanging from his lips.[color=red] " Donnie how's my favorite illegal contact? "[/color] Waylan asked to small Zhu Hanian man. The man turned to Waylan and scowled but then smiled as he joked around and parted Waylan on the back.[color=yellow]" I'm doing good now that my best customer is here! " [/color] he said heartily and went back behind his stand. Waylan made a "awww shucks" gesture and began to negotiate the prices for his supplies. Once arriving at ten Kruge which Waylan was thankful for as he barely had twenty Donnie gestured to Waylans right index finger which turned out to be a prosthetic.

[color=yellow] " need any lighter fluid for that? It will be on the house. "[/color] Donnie asked Waylan as he got out a cansiter. Waylan smiled and said [color=red] " Aww in fact I do Donnie old pal thank you very much."[/color]  he took the canister and pocketed it then took his supplies and put them in his bag before leaving. In fact Waylan didn't need the lighter fluid he had just bought some a few weeks ago but when you lived in the Slate you don't turn down free stuff. Chuckling as he took some hits off his bushel and blew out smoke Waylan began to walk to the North side so he could do his job. Upon getting to the house Waylan would notice two things, one the DimeLions had some big guys as their muscle two the merchants house was incredibly nice which probably ment the man was incredibly wealthy.

Once he reached the two gang members he smiled and walked up to the door.[color=red] " Alright boys this is where the magic happens"[/color] he said and took out four things from his bag sticky putty, a clear liquid , some fine metal dust,  and a empty glass vial. Pressing the putty on the edge of the door where the handle met the frame Waylan then opens the empty vial and pours the liquid in there and some of the metal dust. Corking the vial he then shakes it and pressed it into the putty.[color=red]" Stand back"[/color] he tells the DimeLions as he backs up a few feet. After a minute a small not very loud but quick and forceful [i]bang![/i] is heard as the vial explodes breaking the door frame rendering the deadbolt lock useless.

Waylan smirked as he walked inside and began to take his share of any valuables he could sell or any loose Kruge he found.[color=red]" Like taking candy from a-"[/color] he made a muffled noise as a bag was thrown over his head. Suddenly blind Waylan was pushed until the kidnappers told him to step up, doing so he then got pushed in what he figured out was a carriage by the clopping of horse hooves. Lurching to a stop Waylan was then pushed into a small house and down the stairs where he was forced to sit in a chair as they shackled his hands behind the chairs back. They then took the hood off and after squinting for a bit to get his vision back from the blinding light Waylan saw a man in a expensive suit staring at him.

The man frowned  and walked up to Waylan until his leather shoes were a couple of inches away from Waylans boots. After clearing his throat the man smiled and said [color=gold] " Pardon me for taking you like that but I guess it is fair seeing how you were robbing my house. "[/color] the merchant said. Waylans face got pale and all he could think was [color=red] 'oh shit'[/color].[/center]