A Warning

"A Warning" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Night had fallen and Dixie was preparing for bed. As he was about to settle in for the night a woman spoke from a nearby chair. "My my my, Mr. Donz, you've been busy today, haven't you?" She asked rhetorically a hood pulled over her head and a mask over a majority of her face, disguising most of her features. She holds up his Zippleback hand cannon she'd stolen and turned it back and forth. "Curious little weapon you have here. I must say I'm eager to see how it works..." She stares at him for a few moments before dropping her hand to the side. "Unfortunately I'll just have to wait for that."
Nov 6, 2020
“Dixie please.” The man replied as he held up a finger, and then very carefully saw on the edge of his bed. He knew when he was cornered, and figured allocating his actions to keeping himself calm would be the best way to handle things. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Don’t tell me this is about those thieves I roughed up earlier? If so, I’d have to admit that I underestimated them and their gang.” 
Nov 6, 2020
She laughs out loud as he says that. "Oh Mr. Donz. We are no petty thieves. " She chuckles. "Surely you've heard of the Dark Brotherhood."
Nov 6, 2020
“Right now...” Dixie said with a slight razor edge to his voice. “The only thing I’ve heard tonight is you call me something other than the name I picked for myself.” He stood up and stalked over to a cabinet. “I will accept these invasions, it’s won’t be my first and it won’t be my last. That’s the world of business. But let us do so with mutual respect. Now madam.” He turned around with a bottle of wine in his hands. “I may not have heard of you, as I am an outsider to this island, but let’s change this conversation to a proper meeting where we can find a mutual interest. Wine?”
Nov 6, 2020
"I would stay over by the bed. For your own safety of course." She says as she waves him over to the bed with the hand cannon. "My associates get jumpy if you move around too much. And quite honestly I'm mildly surprised you haven't heard even rumor of our organization, especially considering your position. Regardless your knowledge or lack thereof is of no concern to me. No, the bounties you have placed on 4 men is what I am interested in."
Nov 6, 2020
Dixie’s eyes narrowed as he sat on the bed with a fluff of his nightgown. “I see...that statement alone gives me an idea of what you’re all about.” He gave a quick glance around the room, even though he couldn’t see others, he doubted he was alone. “Shoot me on the spot if you like. But I won’t say a single word on the matter until I know 1: That the man I gave the draft to for that is in good health or not. And 2: whether you got that information from spying, thieving documents, or taking them off a body.” 
He yanked the cork from the bottle. “ After that I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” 
Nov 6, 2020
"We've not harmed him... Yet. As for how we got this information, the Brotherhood watches, the Brotherhood listens."
Nov 6, 2020
“So a combination of all three is on the table? I’ll take that.” Dixie sighed as he set the bottle on the desk, and drummed his fingers together agitatedly. “I’d like to negotiate his release. He drafts and finalizes personal documents for me, like my will, nothing more. To whom does your organization benefit? Perhaps we have mutual interests that we can work with...then again...considering your protection of a couple of rapist, a child murderer, and Darien Whiteland...I seriously doubt it...” 
Nov 6, 2020
"I'm not at liberty to discuss my employer. And the politics and action of this world nor those in it interest us. What you will do is you will not send another courrier with a bounty, be it posthumously or otherwise."
Nov 6, 2020
Dixie tsked his tongue once in thought, and rolled an eye as he squinted up at the ceiling. “Come now...” He said. “I would never dream of asking your employer. I asked who you benefitted, not benefactor. Is it Central? Darien’s personal backup plan if he wasn’t so warmly welcomed? Or perhaps you’re affiliated with Rhenco somehow. Which would surprise me as he seemed more of a loner.” 
He got on all fours as if sizing the member up like a large cat in a prairie. “And I can’t just do what you tell me to without reason. Will ‘if you don’t we’ll kill you and your secretary’ be the means you twist my arm? Or is there something more to you than hum drum terror? This is too interesting.” 
Nov 6, 2020
"Again I'm not at liberty to discuss it." Her tone is neutral now, where as before he started poking for info she'd seemed quite cocky. She wasn't giving anything away. "As for what we'll do. Your secretary is of no consequence, he will die. As for you... Well if you are so eager to meet our benefactor and benefiter, I'm sure they'd be eager to meet you as well. What they do to you from there is not our concern, but I'm certain it won't be pleasant."
Nov 6, 2020
“Hm...” Dixie tapped a finger to his cheek as he leaned back against the bed rest. “I’m not so interested in meeting as I am simply knowing. But confidential is confidential. I can respect that. But let’s take care of something real quick before we go on. What will it take for me to have you release that man? He’s a civilian who was good enough to travel with me here. Nothing more. Let’s negotiate.”  
Nov 6, 2020
"If you do as you are told then there will be nothing to fear. Should you choose to be... Rebellious, then I'm afraid I can guarantee nothing. Least of all, his safety."
Nov 6, 2020
“The only thing I won’t give up is my liberty.” Dixie said. “I would see no one living under the thumb of another, myself included. This land has fought to hard to settle for anything less. You’ll have to be more specific as to what needs to be done.” 
Nov 6, 2020
"As I said, you will not set a bounty against them, now or ever again, regardless of the circumstances of said bounty."
Nov 6, 2020
Dixie folded his hands. “Why?” He asked seriously. “This isn’t me saying no. But I have been baffled for weeks, months now...for once, I’d like clarity. Why protect those four specifically? Why are those four always being protected? And why will good, innocent men, like my secretary, pay with their lives over them?” 
Nov 6, 2020
"I do not question the contracts we take I just preform, I simply fulfill them and get paid."
Nov 6, 2020
Dixie pinched his brow, and then clicked his fingers. “Okay. Let’s simplify this then.” He stood up and took a drink from the bottle. “I’ll remove the delayed bounty on those four. You release my man. Next time I do something else that bothers you, come here again, just as you did, and if I don’t cooperate, kill me.”
He leaned back against his night stand. “Otherwise we’re both in for a headache. Even though I’m pretty sure you’re shitty, Central sympathizers with all the charisma of a spliced scrotum, I’ll reason with you. And I’ll tell you why. Because eventually, like any blackmail that comes around and around again, we will slip from negotiation, to war. You clearly have a lot of resources. I do too. I may not win, but I could cause irrecoverable damage to you.”
“I’ll cooperate on the bounties, and I won’t go trying to needlessly stir the pot with whoever you are. But let my man go, and leave the innocent out of this. Is this agreeable?”  
Nov 6, 2020
She grins and he can tell, even through the mask. "Indeed it is." She puts the hand cannon down on the side table. "Mr. Donz." She said. And with that it seemed like the shadows swallowed her whole, and suddenly she was gone.
Nov 6, 2020
Dixie’s fingers gripped the bottle. “Dixie...” He said, his eyes distant as if in a memory, as his lips curled. “I asked...to be called...by my name...” 
Why...
He breathed harshly through his nose as his pupils jittered. 
WHY?!
His arm curved around to hurl the bottle into his wall, and it exploded in red and glass. 
Why are they protected!? Why them!? Why are others dying? Being held hostage! FUCKED! For them!?
Dixie sat on the bed and gripped his scalp, he opened his mouth, and then closed it. 
No...can’t talk...that was too proficiently handled. Which means their area of operations must be at least semi limited. This island...I can’t say anything planning wise here now. It’ll all have to be done in writing, I’ll have to keep a close eye on my staff as well. These spies are probably limitless...do I tell Grey? Inform her? Central could be at her doorstep...”
He leapt upon his desk and scratched out a quickly written note. 
I’ll deliver it myself...not right...this isn’t right...How does he always get away with this!?”