Gangland

Chapter 1.1

"Of course I know that..."

Jack followed Sven out of the small house on the east side of Varrock, eyeing his surroundings as if looking for someone specific.

Jack got to the main road in Varrock, and turned to Sven, raising his index finger accusingly.

"You screw with me, and let me tell you, your [wagon] will be handed to the boss on a silver platter."

Sven laughed.

"Right. I screw with you, the only [wagon] on a silver platter will be your bruised up one..."

Jack wanted to pull his sword out and kill Sven right there, but decided against it.

The mission is more important than murdering the idiot you have to work with, his boss had told him one fine summer day, years ago, back when he was in training. Now, he was full grown and the best assassin on the team. Right now, he did not feel like the best, having to only assassinate a petty merchant who did not pay his dues.

And, he had to work with the idiot behind him wearing some kind of black robes and a fedora.

Sven was not to happy to have to work with Jack. Sven was the collector for the Pheonix gang, and they were scared for Sven ever since he had borken his hand in a hand to hand fight a couple weeks back, so they hired some help. As much help as he was, he was about equally as annoying.

Jack started walking through the crowd, watching out for anyone suspicious. Some people liked to find him and kill him for killing family, or because they were rival assassins. It was a tough job, but Jack could do it.

Sven followed Jack, watching the man. Sven did not trust him, and knew the man would turn around at any moment, and strike.

Luckily, it was quite a while before they reached the target, an old merchant standing beside a guard tower at the northern entrance to the city. Sven was ready to kill Jack after Jack had started to mock the Pheonix gang, but knew he could not in broad daylight, as well as in public.

The old man behind the poorly made wooden desk stood when he saw Sven, and pulled two knives from his robes.

"I don't have your money! I owe you nothing!" The old man screamed it...but all that came out was a sandy voice.

Jack kicked the table to the side, all kinds of merchandise flying into the crowd.

"Give me the money gramps..." Jack said.

"Hey, this is my job!" Sven said.

"No, your the one with the broken arm..." Jack said, pushing Sven into the crowd. People began to shout and gather round to gawk at the imminent fight.

"My arm is fine, get out of here. I am the collector, thus I collect the money."

"I am being paid to get the money, you are to make sure I do not run off with it due to your boo-boo..." Jack started laughing at his joke.

"Dammit.." Sven yelled, running at Jack...

GANGLAND