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Dallen knew Alejandro's type. Even if he were to let him go and tell him to leave and never return, he knew he'd come back. Pity, because that would taint Dallen's reputation, as well as make him a target. There was only one solution.

Blam!

Normally Dallen wouldn't even waste the bullet, and would instead use his knife, however he didn't feel like Alejandro needed to feel any more pain than he already had. After all, unless he was lying the whole time, he did give him some much needed information. If he was telling the truth, in which Dallen believed he was for the most part at least, then pursuing the Donna was unnecessary and all he had to do was find this Breckinridge guy. Still, he had to see out whatever the Donna had planned.

Picking up Alejandro's stetson and his backpack full of chems, Dallen made his way back to the Shark Club.

A few moments later...

Dallen was allowed back through the casino and up the elevator, this time keeping all of his belongings. He dropped the stetson on Donna Regina's desk, taking it upon himself to have a seat.

"Where were we?" he asked.
Again. Nope.

Edit: didn't see the sex/money bit. That wins.
ok, I'll just pretend the pagans offed him at the start lol.

As for my post, I wanted to resolve the whole thing, but I'm going out tonight so my 'real' post will be tomorrow after work. I need more time to decide if im killing alejandro or not lol.
He didn't expect to get anything from Alejandro, but he at least got a lead on the Pagan situation. Something he would have to look into a little later, as for now he had to get back to the Donna. Dallen still wasn't sure if he should kill this guy or not. The professional in him would do it in a second, but this wasn't an ordinary hit. He normally found out as much info on his targets as he could beforehand, usually taking out only thugs. There was just something that felt wrong about killing Alejandro without any details as to why, so he asked one last time. "So you have no idea why she wants you dead?"
is there anything better than hard liquor and narcotics?


Nope.
So uh, can we kill off those that aren't around anymore, aka scarface guy, or is my desire for bloodlust a bit to much?
Dallen didn't see the other guy from his group as he exited the Shark Club, obtaining his magnum and his trench coat back from the doorman as he left. He did, however, see the girl from the group just outside the Jungle Gym. She was surrounded by bodies and a guy in a red suit.

"Figures" he said to himself. She seemed like she was more than capable of handling herself, which meant all of her loud threats and talking was capable of being backed up. His attention shifted to the chem dealer that was in the dark alley beside the Jungle Gym, Alejandro. He knew if the chem-addict girl just walked a few steps over she would find the dealer and probably spend all of her wares on him. Before that could happen, Dallen moved quietly and quickly through the shadows, coming up behind Alejandro and knocking him out cold with the handle from his .357.

A few minutes later...

"You can scream if you want," Dallen told him as the chem dealer came to his senses. The two of them were alone now, deep underground in the abandoned subway that ran underneath New Reno. Alejandro was lying on the subway tracks with Dallen standing over him, his handgun aimed at the back of his head. Dallen had already taken the man's hat, but he wanted something more. "Though I suggest you don't. There might be a few feral ghouls lurking around down here."

Dallen wasn't normally a thief, but if he were to kill the man, he couldn't just leave his bag of chem supplies. There was enough here to keep that loud mouthed raider chick happy for awhile, if he felt the need to even give some to her.

"You only have one way out of this, Alejandro," Dallen continued, not even sure if he would let the man go even if he gave him all the information he wanted. "Tell me what I want to know." Dallen then moved over to the front of the man, to look him eye to his good eye. He placed the magnum's barrel against Alejandro's temple. "The Donna Regina wants you dead, what can you tell me about her? Has she been spilling Pagan blood? Why does she want you dead?"

"Larson, Dallen Larson," he said, taking a seat. "Not much to tell, really. I lost my family to some scumbags, now I kill scumbags for money. I'm an assassin, and I'll work for cheap. I work for cheap because I love what I do, and I'm damn good at it."

He was already sizing up his escape plan in case things went sour. The closest weapon to him was holstered on one of the lady's men, standing just behind him. If he felt the conversation would start to turn south, he'd make an attempt at the weapon. Once he had a firearm, he felt he had an 82% chance of making it out on his own, though he also knew anything could happen in this line of work.

"That is why I'm here?" he asked, suddenly hoping she wasn't looking to hire a security guard instead. She already seemed to have plenty of those. Not that it really mattered, since he was really here to find out if she had anything to do with killing Pagans, something of which he would have to work in somehow. Who knows, maybe she'd send him to kill some Pagans right away. Then he remembered why he was 'really' here, which was to play these games until he had enough information so that he could kill every single one of them. Or maybe that was just his nicotine addiction taking over his mind.

Our post will be up soon. Holy craps time flies. Also, happy birthday jinn. Who I believe is 723 years old or some shit like that.
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God fucking dammit, I was hoping that would go unnoticed xD

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Tune, mate.


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