Sirens approached, and I imdiately dropped on my belly, watching the cop cars park and dozens of officers spill out. They boxed in the Santos and were in the middle of negotiating a surrender when shit hit the fan.
A portly Santos dude shot an officer in the face, yelling, "No way I'm going back to jail!"
I couldn't agree more with the Sentint. I slinked away from the madness before things got really bad, keeping my figure low, clutching my bag of cash as if my life depended on it.
I stuck to alleyways and paths I was sure had no caras, slowly making my way toward the pawn shop with my babies.
Ebony and Ivory.
A few blocks out from the shop, I ran into a few holess dudes hanging around a fire. The farthest from the fire freaked out when I tapped him on the shoulder. He had a shaggy beard and a shifty look in his eyes.
I pulled out a crisp $50 bill. "Give your jacket and shirt, and it's yours."
The man eyed up and down and stepped back. "Is that blood?"
"Do you want the money or not?" I asked, and the guy pursed his lips while giving an apprehensive look.
"It's my only pair. I can't exactly trade it away for just $50."
"$100 will be enough to get you a replacent and keep you fed," I hastily said. The longer I stayed put, the easier it'd be to track . I needed to run a few more errands before I was ready to disappear.
"$200," the dude declared, folding his arms. "Winter is coming soon; I can't afford to cheap out on a good jacket."
I gave him a flat look. "We're in California. We don't have winters."
The man blinked and rubbed the back of his head bashfully. "I'm still sticking to what I said."
I shook my head. I could've haggled for a better price, but I now had a boatload of money. It honestly wasn't worth it. "Alright, hand it over," I said, pulling more cash from my jeans pocket that'd separated before approaching the man.
"Wait, really!" he said, startled. "Then, I'm thinking I'll charge $500. I've got to think about—"
I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed hard. "You don't want to keep wasting my ti. Are you interested, or should I keep walking?" My grip tightened on his shoulder with every passing second, and he quickly nodded.
"Excellent," I smiled. "Now, take it off."
He did as he was told and promptly got paid. I removed my bloodied jacket and shirt, changed it for the new one, and wrapped up the discarded ss. I would've also liked to switch out my blood-stained jeans, but I had to draw the line sowhere.
The man shivered in the night air and looked at pleadingly. "Can I have your old jacket?"
"No," I said as I tossed the bloodied jacket into the fire at the center of the gathering. I couldn't risk anyone getting a hold of my blood. This was the Marvel Universe. Any number of crazy things could happen. I didn't want to fight an army of Dantes in the not-so-far future.
"What are you doing!" A holess Asian dude yelled at .
"More fuel for your fire," I said, leaving the alley.
--
Calling Kroul's place a Pawnshop was an insult to the man who ran it. It didn't just deal with trinkets and jewelry but had one-of-a-kind gems, Artifacts, and weapons he collected and sold to his exclusive clientele.
Dante's pistols had caught Kroul's eyes when he completed a job for him, killing the host of a minor demon. I hoped Kroul hadn't sold them yet. I was in no mood for a wild goose chase.
Kroul was a gaunt ancient man with slicked white hair and wrinkled lines that made him appear severe.
He was at the front desk when I stepped in, polishing a set of ancient throwing knives. I felt a strange energy wafting off them. When I tried to identify them using my system, it ca back with a unique description, earning a new skill.
Fingers of Orochi
5 of 10
Demonic Kunai is laced with poison that burns the body and mind. Favored torturing tools of Iwari, a 17th-century hand general.
Congratulations: You've unlocked Devils's Eye(Basic.)
Allows you to peer into the existence of all that you can see. The quality of information provided is determined by the level of skill.
I whistled internally. "That quite the set you got there?"
Kroul raised a brow. "You recognize the blades?" There was no mistaking the suspicion and respect in his eyes.
"I might know a thing or two about exotic weapons."
"Odd," Kroul's intense green eyes landed on . "I did not peg you for the…discerning sort. But I suppose it makes sense with your pistols. They're one of the finest pieces I've ever handled."
"Does that an you still got them?" I asked. "I've missed my babies. I'm ready to take them off your hands now." I patted a bag of cash.
Kroul took in for a long mont, looking at my bloodied pants and sneakers and my sweaty and tangled white hair. I could practically hear the gears in his head turning.
"I'm sorry, but you can't afford them."
I raised a brow. "Trying to twist my arm, Kroul? I can't say I didn't see that coming. Na your price?" This shit was starting to get old, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could.
"Hand that bag, and I might consider letting you walk out of here a free man, Mr. Dante," Kroul said with a dark glint. "Ebony and Ivory don't belong in the hand of a common thief."
My blood boiled. Who was he to tell where my guns belonged? And I thought Kroul was one of the good ones!
"Pot calling the Kettle black, Kroul," I narrowed my eyes. "I'm trying to be reasonable here. Don't force to be uncivil."
"My finger is on the silent alarm. Move even an inch, and every police officer in Los Angeles will be here in minutes. You'll be lucky if you see inside of a jail cell.."
"Jesus Christ, today is not just my day, is it?" I sighed as I considered my options.
Killing Kroul would only draw more attention. It was a sure-fire way to put myself on the radar of every major underworld organization. The man was polishing a knife for the Hand, for Fuck sake…
Wait a minute.
My face bled all emotion.
"You drive a hard bargain, Kroul," I said. "I certainly respect the hustle, but I'll be sure to bring up your na when my Sensei asks who kept ."
Kroul frowned. "Sensei?"
"Of course, don't tell you don't know?" I spoke. "When I saw the Fangs of Orochi, I just assud."
His eyes went wide. "Y-You're with the Hand?"
"Were you expecting black fatigues and a katana strapped to my back?" I raised a brow.
"You can't--- I thought—" Kroul's face cycled through a dozen emotions. It was the most expressive I'd ever seen him. I smirked internally.
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