Thread: The Fate of the world is in our hands (Max and I)

The image of Lucia's breasts were forever imprinted in his mind, and boy was it the most wonderful set of tits that he ever saw. There were actually moments where the man was too lost in thought that Louise had to repeat himself several times. Eventually, they managed to get things done and the ball rolling along. Henri learned that they would be meeting in a rather secluded part of the Western Markets, that section of Metro already a pretty shady area to begin with. The Western markets was also typically where most black market deals went, and the criminal activity there got so thick that even Metro patrols tended to avoid the area. A tad bit overwhelming at times even for the Vagabond himself. However, in a heist this large, Henri was ready to go anywhere to pawn off this piece. When the man returned, parting the folds of the curtain, he gave a playful pout when he noticed Lucia was dressed completely. However, that didn't seem to sit well with Evelynn, who approached him and appeared even more uptight. Jeez, what got into her so suddenly? With a polite smile, Henri placed his hands upon his hips and awaited her words. Though, it came as a surprise when Evelynn spoke to him in French. And spot on! The smile actually shifted into a rather pleasant one. Minus a small handful of Thieves' Guild members, no one else he knew of spoke fluent French, and even fewer in outside of Metro did. He even temporarily forgot what she was scolding him on. Well, what a surprise! Madame Evelynn, this quite exciting. I don't get many French speakers, so forgive me if I'm over excited. Hah! The man replied jovially. The scolding just flew completely over his head. Ah, Madame Lucia, she merely mentioned that while I'm completely head over heels with how gorgeous of a woman you are, I need to focus on the task at hand. He grinned playfully at Evelynn before chuckling with Lucia. Though, do stuff like that, and I'll find it very hard to concentrate. Walking over to the Demon Hybrid, he nudged her gently before clearing his throat, facing both of them now as he grabbed his cloak. Now then, you both have your supplies. At least half of what you've requested, but the other half shall come right after this. My men will be keeping a close perimeter around us to avoid any fishy business, if you will. You two are much more powerful, and I rather enjoy the company of two beautiful women. You'll accompany me. Henri went over to the desk and retrieved the revolver, soon returning to Evelynn and handing it to her with a smile. If you have concerns or question my loyalty, this is the sole reason why we're going. And the sole reason why you're still stuck here. He mentioned, looking at her seriously, though that smile never left his lips. When it was time to leave, a small band of men followed behind them, Henri leading the pack towards the Western Markets. And while the Western Markets weren't run down as the area around the Theives' Guild, it sure made the latter seem like home. One particular item of note was that the place was completely menacing. It was as if one were just waiting to have their Shells taken. Burly men, tattooed and no doubt a type of criminal, watched the group move. It worsened when the men setting up vantage points split off and left the two women and the Vagabond alone. Either of them would feel the lusty stares or evil grins from the hardened criminals around them. Even the women looked threatening, armed to teeth or well armed with the latest firepower. Thankfully, they spent merely a few minutes in the open streets before they were traversing down a short alley, coming to a wide, circular back area. He will arrive shortly. The Vagabond spoke with his hood covering his face. His voice was hushed as they could hear the faint workings of the Western Markets. Everything from haggling and bartering, to knives clashing or men shouting in anger. They could hear a window crash, and over to the side, a cat knocked over a pile of trash, scaring it. What seemed like an eternity due to such a stressful area and atmosphere, they could see a short, rather plump looking aristocrat followed by two large, cloaked figures, much larger than any bodyguards that Henri was familiar with. Well, he sure did feel glad that he at least had Evelynn and Lucia. They sure looked like a bunch of brutes. The guest of honor arrives...