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Ty walked through the damp, and dark streets of the once great city of Dunwall. He adjusted his dark reddish brown leather coat as he walked. He was considering his next target. A lot of factors went into his choice of victims. Wealth, security, locations, and just how guilty said person was for turning a blind eye on the suffering of the victims in the slums. All this was something he had to think about. He reached into his jacket's pocket, and pulled out a black newspaper boy hat. He placed the hat on his head, and kept his head down as he passed people on the street. He needed to remain unseen, and unnoticed.

He was quite adept at it at this point. He turned into an alleyway, and leaned against the brick wall. He let out a sigh of exhaustion, and rubbed the back of his neck. He watched the streets, observing the people as they all went by, one, by one. The smell of the slums of horrible, just as dank, and depressing as the sight of it. But he didn't mind it one bit. It was his home after all. Ty moved off from the wall when he noticed a rather scrawny, dirty, and very nervous man come down the street. As he passed the entrance to the alleyway Ty held out his hand, and used his supernatural abilites to pull him inside the alley.

Ty grabbed him by his shirt collar, and slammed him against the brick wall. "T-Ty?! I.....I was just looking for you!" The man stuttered in fear as he gave him a forced smile, showing rows of rotten, yellow teeth. "Uh-huh. I'm sure. Where's the information I want? I paid you what's due, and I haven't heard back from you in a while. I'm hurt Ronny, I thought we were mates." Ty asked with a slight growl to him as he slammed him into the wall once again. "I-it's only been a few days! You worry too much!" Ronny replied as he tried to worm his way from Ty's grasp. "Ronny, it's almost been a fortnight since I last saw your ugly mug. The name, give it to me now."

"Come on Ty old buddy, old pal. Let's discuss this like the civilized gentlemen we- Ronny was interrupted by Tygen who pressed his stolen Guards Sword against his stomach. "Ok, ok, ok, let's calm down. Let's just calm down." Ronny took in a big gulp as sweat began rolling don his face. Ty moved the blade's edge down his stomach, and holding it before his genitals. "Oh I'm just peachy mate. Just give me the name of who's selling that watered down piss water that's being sold as a elixir to the people in the slums, and you'll be too mate." Ty calmly demanded as he pushed his blade towards Ronny. "Th-they'll kill me!" He desperately pleaded. "They're not the ones who can kill you with a flick of the wrist!"

"Ok, ok, ok I'll talk damnnit! It's Slackjaw, and the Bottle Neck Gang." He admitted. Ty released him, and withdrew his sword. "Bullshit. Those thugs aren't smart enough for something like this. Who's really behind it?" He asked, his tone becoming increasingly irritated. "It's true, they're selling the stuff. I heard that it might be made by one of Slackjaw's business partners, but that's just a rumor." Ronny doubled over, and began gasping for air, after having a slight panic attack from being threatened. "That's all I know, honest. They'll kill when they find out I told you, they'll find out! Ty, you have to protect me!" The man pleaded, rather desperately.

"Ronny, shut up. You're a somewhat smart guy, I'm sure you'll figure something out." Ty coldly stated as he turned his back on him. "W-w-wait! You can't just.....throw me aside like this!" Ronny pleaded as he grabbed Ty's arm. Ty glared at him, and then at his arm. Ronny immeditately released him. "After all I've done for you?" Ty groaned, and turned back to face him. "You owe me more than I owe you! You remember the deal, I saved you from the Guards, and you gather information for me. I haven't heard from you in two weeks. Our deal is null, and void as far as I'm concerned." 

"Wait, wait, wait! I-I think I might have something else for you. Kingsford, I hear he's alive, and a gun-for-hire. He might know something." Ronny added, hoping it was enough to keep his protection. Ty looked back him, and then at the ground. "Yeah, that could be something." He replied with an added nod. "So you'll protect me?" He asked with a hopeful smile. Ty groaned, and rolled his eyes. He took off his hat, and pulled out a slip of paper from the lining inside. "Here, this is the adress of the safe house I'm currently staying at. It's out near the clocktower, it's an abandoned pub, used to be called the Lucky Fin." He explained as he handed him the slip of paper.

Just as it almost went into his hand, Ty pulled it away. "If you tell anyone about this place, I'll rip ya limbs off with my mind." He threatened as he gave him the paper. "You....can't actually do that can you?" Ty raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you really want to find out?" He asked with a smirk. "Fair point." Ronny shrugged. "Oh, and watch out for Weepers. I'd hate for you to mess up your....um....pretty face." Ty smirked before he left the alley.

Ty sighed as he went back to the streets. He didn't really like having to be the tough guy with Ronny, but it had to be done. Ronny's the type that wouldn't get anything done without a forcful hand. He is a weasel, but he is useful to Ty. He's provided him with good information on the local crime world that Ty's used to his advantage. Thanks to Ronny, he's robbed many of the 'high class' citizens of the Dunwall during many of the underworld dealings some of them have.
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