Dylan

## What is Dylan?

Dylan is a story written by Alterna in collaboration with Justme. Dylan and the various characters belong to Justme.

## Act 1

Dylan got out of bed. It was 9 in the morning. His room was really a mess, but he didn't really want to clean it right now. Dylan walked out of his sleepy room, and closed the door with a yawn. He walked down the stairs that led him to the Guild's main canteen. The room was quite empty, it was quite late for the guild members. The time to start work was seven or eight in the morning, but this was not for Dylan, he needed to sleep to regain his strength. He ate breakfast half asleep eating some biscuits with milk, then stretched his arms for a moment and rubbed his eyes to wake up completely. Now he was ready for the day.

Dylan went back to his room and changed into his work clothes, then went back down to the main room to see the tasks available for today.

The bulletin board was quite empty, there were several different assignments, but the best paid ones had been taken.

Among the various research requests and a couple of temporary hires for missions, there was one sheet slightly hidden under another.

It was a search warrant, a bounty on the head. He was a strange guy, with a wizard's hat on his head, whose bounty was in the 10,000 Credits range, which was a substantial sum for a face Dylan had never seen.

He got ready to approach the exit. He walked past Lieb, the guild leader, who was writing something with pen and paper. Dylan cleared his throat, and Lieb looked up at him.

"Oh, good morning Dylan, did you sleep well?" Lieb asked

"Enough" Dylan replied with a still a little sleepy look, "Today I'm taking this.".

Lieb picked it up and examined it for a moment, then picked up a pen and signed at the bottom of the paper, and handed it to Dylan. "Sign here, and I'll set it aside for payment." Dylan signed under the director's signature, and passed the paper back. The manager was a young boy with white hair and a perpetually sleepy look. He was a cultured man, he loved to read books, even very complex ones, and he dealt with assignments and payments day and night, he was definitely a fascinating man.

Lieb marked the assignment on some of the thousands of papers he had lying around, and handed a parchment to Dylan, who walked out of the guild saying goodbye.

Dylan stopped just outside and started looking at the poster. The description was quite vague. Last Appearance: America. Wanted for: Misuse of dark arts. Name: Unknown, Code Name: The Hat.

Dylan stuffed the poster into his pocket and got into position. He put the force on his legs, and held the position for about thirty seconds. Then he released his power and took a giant leap with a huge thud. He jumped about ten kilometers. and arrived near the small guild airport.

Here he showed one of the pilots his wanted poster.

"America uh? This trip will cost you a lot." said the pilot.

"I know, mark it on my father's account. If the capture is successful, I will return the money myself." Dylan said.

"As you like, jump up." replied the pilot.

Dylan got on the plane and sat in the back. The flight lasted four hours. The guild planes were few and far between, small, but extremely fast. They landed in Brazil at a small private airport, also owned by the Guild. Now the hunt began.

Dylan had been doing research during the flight. The Hat had last been seen in Brasilia two days ago. Luckily Brasilia wasn't too far away, and Dylan reached it with about twenty jumps.

Dylan entered the city, and the first thing he did was buy a heavy cloak so as not to attract too much attention in the slums. He'd been there a couple of times already, he knew his way around. He pulled onto one of Brasilia's main streets, then turned into a small, seemingly empty alley. In the alley there was only one dumpster, which Dylan moved, finding a manhole, which he slipped into. The sewers smelled awful. The stairs were grimy and dirty, but half of him was already at the bottom of the vertical stairs. He opened a door, and a wave of heat and noise washed over him. He was in underground Brasilia.

Dylan moved a little, looking around he saw only corruption, drugs and poverty, but he wasn't impressed, and went into a bar. The place was very tacky, with gold decorations everywhere, but the floor was filthy and there was a weed smell everywhere. Dylan sat at the counter.

"One drink and one piece of information." he said throwing the money on the table dismissively. Showing a single weakness could have been dangerous in this situation.

"Tell me." Said the bartender collecting the money with a false obliging face.

"Have you seen a guy like that?" Dylan said in a serious way Showing the photo of the bounty.

The barman looked at the photo, looked it over, and turned around. He went to the back, and came back with the Cola, which he poured into a glass.

"I've never seen a guy like that, but you can ask the guy in the cloak behind you, he's got most of the information about this place. Just be prepared to fork over some." The bartender turned and walked back to the other customers as Dylan finished his Cola and stood up.

Dylan looked around, and among the many people, he noticed the hooded figure the Barman had been talking about.

"Is the seat free?" Dylan asked as he approached.

The hooded figure eyed him from the cloak, and nodded.

Dylan sat down and handed the photo to the man, but before he could even put it in front of his eyes, the man spoke.

"I know who you're looking for, and I know where it is."

"Where is he?" Dylan asked

"He was seen in the building at the end of the main road. The one painted totally white."

"Thank you." Dylan said, standing up abruptly. He quickly left the bar and headed towards the building, which he could see from afar.

"Too easy." Dylan said.