The truck soon arrived at the edge of the Loner zone, the wall being guarded by androids Torchwick had stolen from Ironwood. They made it easy to smuggle stuff out to the territory, letting you through as long as the driver had correct qualifications. Torchwick might've put some of his men here, but the attacks by Grimm were so frequent, it was just a waste of manpower. Androids also had no emotions that woukd draw the Grimm to the gate, thus making it a less enticing target than the Loner communities spread throughout the interior of the zone, which sprang up and died of like mayflies, here one day and gone the next.
Silme got out of the vehicle, moving to the front to die up the final loose end with a swipe of his claws, adding another layer of shining red to the dull black metal of his Ravagers. He then retracted his claws into the gauntlet section to leave his hands free, knocking out a certain number of taps onto the side of the truck. Soon after, a horde of thugs came out of the woodwork, one man standing out from the rest with his blonde hair, long black trench coat, and the shiny sword he held in his hand.
"Ruthless as always, I see, ever going to tell me how a kid like you is able to so effectively slaughter everything Torchwick sends to protect his shipments."
"Nope, I like to keep secrets, keeps people on their toes. Now then Carver, I've held up my end of the deal, you hold up yours. Pay up sleazebag." Silme's clear disrespect of their leader made them rather angry, one more so then the rest.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to Carver like that, ya fuckin' ani-" Was aa far as he got before Silme rushed over and launched a fist into his throat, cutting off his words and oxygen. He then went on to break the man's leg by kicking it so hard it bent backwards, then headbutted him in the face with his mask, breaking his nose in a gush of crimson. The man fell over, hardly able to scream fro, both hus throat being punched and the sheer amoint of painmhe was in.
"Anyone else want to talk shit, cause I can bring the claws out if I have to." All the goon shook their heads, staring at the moaning form of their comrade.
Carver sighed, obviously annoyed by the situation. "Somebody get this idiot fixed up, and wolf-boy, please don't maim my guys anymore. It draws Grimms, you know that." He reached into his jacket to pull out several rather large stacks of cash, which Silme quickly relieved him of. Now that the job was done, he had no need to were the mask, so he removed it, taking a big breath of fresh air. His smile quickly became a frown, however, as he smelled someone that was supposed to be at home.
"Sapphire, I said go home, can't you listen to me just one time." He groaned before jumping up to confront the stowaway on top of the truck.
Carver made a gesture, and his men began offloading the dust from the truck, then he carefully climbed up the front of the truck, standing behind Silme and giving Sapphire a big grin. "Hey Kitten, how are you doing today, have anything you need to buy cause you know I'm your guy." Carver was the biggest blackmarket dealer in the Loner Zone and probably all of Vale, if it existed then he could get it for you, using methods you're better off not knowing. He was also a sleazy asshole that had a thing for Faunus girls and a very 'hands-on' approach to flirting that was rarely ever well-recieved.
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