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It begins like any other morning in the lowest depths of Hive Saiden. People are beginning to go about their days under the flickering light of the day cycle glow globes and what little natural light is able to penetrate the perpetual cloud of noxious smog that hangs above them.

Dolsa is in his store, already open having spent the morning baking fresh products. Oan has already been in for his breakfast pastry like clockwork and other regulars are starting to file in.

A hundred metres down the road is the obsidian citadel of the Arbites Precinct. Oan Larsson has just gotten in, still finishing his breakfast. He makes his way through the throngs of Enforcers from the night shift and all manner of petty criminals and major felons who have been brought in in the last hours. Across the room Augustus Strict is writing up a teenager for vagrancy.

They say the early bird gets the worm, or in the case of K. Diccardi, the early bird avoids the law. In a warehouse near the local space port, representatives of all the major criminal gangs have gathered and are currently arranged uncomfortably around a hastily constructed stage of shipping pallets upon which stands the notorious weapons dealer. He is flanked by two hired muscle in combat armour packing shotguns. Beside him, upon a pedestal is a low grade plasma pistol that will make him a fortune here.

Among the group, part of a contingent of his gang is Kage Abbot, who watches anxiously for any sign of a double cross by any of their rivals in the room.

Further back, in the shadows amongst some discarded shipping crates is Damir Avci. Whoever owns that weapon will swing the balance of power in the under hive. His intention is that none leave this place with the weapon intact.

Just another day in the under hive.

Then there's an ear splitting explosion and the ground rumbles like an Earthquake.

At Dolsa's store, his customers are thrown to the ground as the resulting shock wave shatters the glass shop front, pelting them with the resulting shards.

In the Arbites Precinct the powerful and heavily augmented form of Chief Arbitrator Helstrom bursts out of his office.

“What the hell just happened!?” he bellows. All is quiet for a second until a young comms specialist sat at a battery vox casters speaks up.

“S-sir. There's an emergency signal coming in. It's the the PDF armoury in Sector 17.”

“Throne damned muties!” Helstrom roared backhanded a servo skull out of the air with a swipe of his dull silver left arm. “Larsson! Strict!” He yells, picking you both out of the crowds. “Take a team down there and secure the sight! If those Mutants are looking to re-arm we need to be right on top of it. I'll have all patrols in the area meet you there, is that clear!?”

In the warehouse tension has turned the outright hostility. As soon as the explosion was heard the four rival gangs all drew weapons each believing the others to be to blame in some form of elaborate treachery. A stand off has ensued where one wrong move could mean the death of everyone in the room.

Your adventures begin.
 

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Damir smiled as the gang members argued. The explosion was fortunate, since it made his job much easier. Now instead of having to kill each gang member one by one, he could let them kill each other. All they needed was something to set them off. I have just the thing

Damir raised his shotgun towards the arms dealer, and fired, before ducking behind a stack of crates. He didn't hold much hope in actually hitting the arms dealer, but that wasn't the point. "Now let the chaos begin." Damir muttered as he fed another shell into his shotgun.
 

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Shots winged past kage's face as he threw himself into cover for protection against the firefight that had started. "bloody idiots" he said to himself as he drew his stub pistol, preparing to fire against anything that had the guts to come near him. He felt the impacts of the rival gangs slugs crashing against his makeshift cover and started to formulate a plan for escape. Kage noticed a hole in a rusted section of wall and made a break for it. Kage burst from cover, keeping his head down and fireing his pistol blindly as he sprinted towards his goal. He tumbled through the hole, quickley checking himself over for any injuries before setting of down a nearby side alley.

Kage stalks through the alleys, paying attention to everything around him. So that a mutie with a deathwish doesnt catch him off guard. He looks down at his pistol and checks the ammo count on the side. "Dammit! Only 8 rounds left. Gotta get back to the others" kage hissed. As kage was moving along the alleyway he noticed a door. As he looked closer he realised that it was the back door to Dolsa's bakery. Kage banged on the door hoping to gain entry.
 

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The ground beneath Dolsa's feet rumbled like the belly of a monster without warning, causing the chef to drop a hot plate he had just pulled from an oven. It clattered to the floor, and Dolsa gripped the corners of the nearest countertop just before the shockwave ripped through the store, bursting the window panes into countless shards of glass that slid across the hard flooring. People screamed in surprise. Dolsa cursed.

What now, he wondered. Wasn't life hard enough already, getting through each day? His face started to become flushed with red as his eyes narrowed, his mind grinding quickly to the reality of money and numbers, and what it would take to fix this damage. HE started back tracking his routine for the day, about how he had woken up and having a hard time getting out of bed. He thought about his own breakfast, and the exchanges of money and food he had made that morning. The regular customers and where they were now. What would he had done differently if he had known such an insane random occurrence would happen?

All he hoped now was that the forces of Arbites nearby would quickly stem any ensuing panic and the robberies that came with it.

He got back to his full height, looking to see who was still in the shop. There were a few people still, afraid to go outside without knowing what was going on. He thought about forcing them away, but hesitated and shrugged it off. No need.

Dolsa's head snapped around when pounding came on the back door of the shop. The door led to a snake-narrow alleyway behind the store, as it was crunched into the other structures around it in typical hive city fashion. He wasn't sure if he should thank the Emperor or himself for the door being locked. The pounding didn't stop.

Dolsa went to the corner in the back where he kept his metal pipe, his make shift club, and grabbed it hastily. He shuffled over the broken glass to the front door.

"Agh!" he shouted, looking at the broken windows, there was no way he keep someone out for long if they wanted in, locking he front door would make no difference. He didnt know what to do, and remaining people int he store watched him, fear in their eyes as they picked up on the banging in the back as well. Dolsa muttered under his breath, various comments about other people always ruining his life, making things harder. He went back to the kitchen, picked up his largest knife in his other hand, knelt behind one of his counters and waited.
 

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I knew this was a bad idea, Diccardi blamed himself as he got up and made his way to the nearest exit. "To think somebody had the audacity to shoot at me." he hissed as he looked around on the street noticing that he took the wrong exit as he was now on the main street instead of the backalley where he wanted to be.

If you are carrying an illegal plasma pistol and Arbites and maybe even the PDF was on way over wouldn't want to get caught or even get sighted, so Diccardi was getting slightly nervous knowing this fact. As he walked forward and noticed a bakery with broken windows and most likely it would contain a door to the alley.

Diccardi hopped through a window to find a shopkeeper crouching behind the counter with a metal pipe and a knife. "Good day, sir. If you do not mind I'd like to use your backdoor." Diccardi walked pass the shopkeeper placing a 50 credit note on the counter to defuse the tense situation. Then he made his way to the backdoor and opened it.
 

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Kage recoiled in surprise as the door gave way from under his fist. It took him a second to fully recognise the face of the arms dealer from earlier."hello there" Kage said in a mocking tone."didn't expect to see you here". Kage waited, half expecting the dealer to draw that plasma pistol he was showing off that morning and turn him into slag. When nothing happened Kage shoved past the dealer and walked into the store. He was surprised to see the owner of the shop, Dolsa holding a crude metal pipe. He made his way over to the couter and crouched down behind it. "Mind if I stay here" Kage smiled picking a pastry on the nearby counter. "Mmmm don't mind if I do" he said and started eating.
 

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"By orders of the Chief Arbitrator, I am currently assuming command of riot suppression-unit VI and heavy stubber team II. Mutants broke into the PDF armoury, and I want them dead before they cause any damage." Augustus Strict said calmly through the vox. Both he and Larsson would have to storm the armoury and neutralize the mutant threat before it got out of hand. Thankfully, the PDF does not house any particularly dangerous weaponry, but to the lower hab-dwellers, the results of their success could be lethal.

Within the minute, ten riot and two heavy-stubber armed Arbites arrived, snapping an honorary salute. Surely, even to them, it was odd to take orders from someone of Augustus' rank, though he is under revision for a promotion, in part due to his leadership skills.

If the Arbites were to take the armoury, they would do so while sustaining as little casualties as possible. He led them to the vehicle bay and boarded an armoured transport vehicle. If his rank had been any higher, he would have preferred to take multiple detachments of troops, but this would have to do. "Alright men, once we reach the armoury, we form up, riot-gear in front and heavy stubbers behind. Shoot any mutant on sight, but watch out for our PDF. We'll be receiving assistance by a unit led by Larsson." In his mind, Augustus doubted Larsson's ability to lead an assault, but orders were orders. He began wondering whether the Chief Arbitrator chose them to lead based on their skills, or merely based on convenience.
 

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Larsson snapped a crisp salute and watched Strict mutter into his vox bead. Thankfully he hadn't grabbed his from the locker yet so he didn't have to hear his chatter. He returned to his locker, and punched in the pin, allowing him access to his ammo, and gear. He was definitely going to need it all. He buckled on his flak jacket, checking his magazines and gear pouches, adjusting as needed. Slinging his shotgun, he clicked on his vox bead, getting a check with station. Walking over to dispatch, he checked the control layout, to see what units were near by. Recognizing Enforcer Strict's unit on their way, he cycled through the next group spotting Enforcer Gunderson's unit. Changing some settings while walking to the Arbite armory counter, he opened the line to Gunderson.

"Ey Gunderson, route your unit to meet me two streets north of the PDF armory," he said motioning to the armory clerk for ammo for the shotgun. "Really, man? Were 'bout to gerroff shift!" came the gruff reply. "I don't give a rats ass Gun, we've got some shit to deal with. Or you can deal with Chief's shit job of...whatever he decides" he replied loading his shotgun while jogging to the motor pool. After a pause in which Larsson busied himself situating the rest of the shotgun ammo, Gundarson responded. "Sigh, alright, we are rerouting." With a grin, Larsson hopped on a squad bike, and punched the activation code. "Cheer up Gun, we're bringing the law to the lawless," he said with a smirk while donning the helmet. "Oh and dont forget the big toys," he said before cutting the vox. He opened the throttle, smoking out the motor pool.
He loved this shit.
 

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The Arbites Taurox transports containing Strict's units roar through the crowded streets, people diving aside to avoid being crushed beneath armoured tracks, hotly pursued by Larsson on his squad bike. The three vehicles move together, passing from their origin point in Sector 16, through the heavily guarded border checkpoint and into Sector 17 where Larsson pulls away and heads north to his own rendezvous point. There he finds the Taurox transport containing Enforcer Gunderson's unit, the squad leader waiting outside.

“Sarge.” Gunderson says, snapping off a swift salute. “What's going on? We heard a huge explosion.”

Taking the direct route, Strict's team arrives at the armoury first. The two transports slew to a halt, gunners emerging from top hatches to man pintle mounted storm bolters while the two units deploy in perfect practised formation.

But it's quiet. Where you expect to see a full scale battle there is only calm. Beyond the security gates you can see the plume of black smoke reaching up into the sky, the evident origin point of the explosion, but the guards are stood at ease. As your teams approach them one of them emerges, a young Corporal by the pins on his collar. He approaches you with his hands raised in a calming gesture.

“Easy Arbites. I'm Corporal Heinrick. If you're here about the explosion we have it under control.”

Your Arbites teams stand down and you call back to him. “What is the situation?”

“It looks like an bomb attack. I heard from the guys in ordnance that it must have been a crude, high yield device. Blew a huge hole in the wall of the main building. We were prepared for an assault but nothing came. We have the blaze under control and we moved two battle tanks into the breach. Nothings getting through there.”

You start to relax when another noise grabs you by the chest. Gun fire.

Back in the direction of Sector 16 weapons fire is clearly audible, the loud crack of autoguns and the hot whizzing of las weapons. To the trained ear even heavy weapons can be picked out of the overwhelming dim.

Across the sector mutants flood the streets, appearing from nowhere and everywhere in a tide of shambling mismatched bodies.

In the warehouse a dozen mutants lead by a giant beast of rippling veiny muscle under pallid patchwork skin pour inside. Armed with stubbers they cut down half of the surviving gang members in their opening volley. The tide of the battle changes as those gangers remaining turn from each other to the new foe. The leader strides through the storm of gunfire, clubbing down anyone that gets too close with a meaty fist the size of tank shell, shrugging off the small arms fire that tears into him. One juve ganger tries to flee but is caught by the collar of his jacket and pulled into the air. The mutant holds the terrified child in front of his face.

“Wer iz it!?” he roars, slurring the words through twisted lips. “Wer iz da wepun!?

The ganger stares vacantly for a second as he visibly wets himself then points desperately in the direction Diccardi had fled. A second later the mutant has snapped him in half and sets off in pursuit.

Outside the Bakery, more mutants have filled the streets. Volleys of sporadic gunfire have come in the wide open entrance, killing two customers and injuring a third. The worst is yet to come however as fragile glass bottles of promethium are tossed in, shattering on the ground, spreading their pungent contents around the room. Their is little time to react before the flaming rags stuffed in the bottle openings ignite them and the store is ablaze.
 

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Disregard. Will post in next update.
 

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Diccardi walked through alleys, hearing constant gunfire and seeing running gangers and even got a glimpse of the Arbites rushing towards the fight. Smile on his face, he entered Gerald's pottery shop as every single shot fired is more money in his pocket when the gangers come to refill.

Diccardi went to the backroom opened a hatch and went down to his office, where few of his men, where waiting for him.
"First things first, find out who shot at me!" Diccardi shouted as he knows he needs a to teach a swift lesson to keep his respect intact. One of the thugs interrupted Diccardi before he could continue.
"There are rumours that the Mutants who caused the explosion today are after the plasma pistol."
"Great, I get shot at by my clients and then mutants are after my goods. We need to hire someone to care of the gang who tried to shoot me and I'll pull some strings trying to get the PDF to intervene" Diccardi says with a worried look on his face, not for the danger for his life, but for the potential loss of money.
"I have heard of a vigilante called Damir Avci, do you want me to get him here for you?"
"Just go to him and tell him to find out the gang what tried to kill me today and kill all members of the gang. In return offer him some cash, weaponry and armour." Diccardi pauses for a while and then shouts: "I want every single member of the gang who tried to kill me dead, make sure he knows that! I'll go and speak with my contact inside the PDF."
Diccardi leaves fast and his men go out trying to find Damir.
 

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It was obvious now, just how little Dolsa could do to stop people waltzing through his ruined shop. He stared at this disgusting rat of a human being, munching on his food, complete disregard for anyone and anything around him. Dolsa gripped the knife tight in his hand. He could do it, he could just stab this ganger right in the throat. Whether he could salvage his store or not, wouldn't it be relieving, at least? Surely with all the chaos outside and people walking in and out the front and back doors any of the Arbites would believe it wasn't him, or that it was self defense.

He almost visibly shook his head. It was self defense! he shouted in his mind. These people were breaking into his store. Then more crashing glass bursted at the front of the store, and a moment later he could see the light from flames reflecting off of his appliances against the wall.

He stood up, ignoring the ganger gnawing on his food, no longer caring. This was, without a doubt, the craziest, most ridiculous day of his life. The shop was gone. He'd go home, and figure out what to do tomorrow. For now, he just wanted out of here. He had nothing to do with whatever was going on in these Hive sectors.

He attempted to grab nothing, but kept hold of his knife and pipe. He left through the open back door and began making his way down the alleyway toward his hab block.
 

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Hearing gunshots in the distance, he shot a glare at the Corporal. "Yeah sure as shit under control," he yelled over his shoulder heading back to his bike. Keying the vox, he talked to Gunderson having him and his men mount back up, before gunning the throttle open and speeding off down the road. As the buildings flew by him, he could only wonder what the hell was going on now. Hearing the din of combat, he slowed down so the armored transports could pull up alongside him. He came around the corner, to the view of the mutants storming the warehouse, keying the vox open to order the Arbites in a loose deployment at the entrance. Slewing the bike to a halt a couple meters from the huge doors, his men took up positions through broken windows and crates just around the inside of the open doors. "Shoot to kill muties, incapacitate anyone else," he yelled over the din "But dont worry to much about these gang scum." The Arbites opened fire cycling round after round, expertly suppressing the mutant horde, but to no effect. That's when the mutants noticed them and started directing fire towards them as well.

Cursing loudly Larsson unslung his shotgun, and pumped a round in the chamber. Letting fly a slug, he watched as the mutant leader snapped the ganger in half, and threw him easily. Tapping Gunderson to get his attention "Get one of your men on the storm bolter and suppress them, and that big fether!" he yelled over the din. Turning back to the battle he let fly the rest of his shotgun's load, watching the mutants burst like ripe fruit. He then grabbed the nearest Arbite and yelled "Grab another and follow me dammit!" before jogging off through the side of the firefight.

Noticing that the huge mutant went down an alley towards his favorite bakery, he picked up the pace fumbling to load more shells, as his men followed behind. A hundred meters behind the giant, before the end the end of the alley way, his vox bead came to life with Strict's voice. "It would be in our mutual interest to drop their leader. I'll have my stubber teams soften him up for ya." Before several bolt and stubber rounds stitched the ground around the giant. But despite it's size it kept lumbering out of the way before it disappeared down the alley. "Yeah, got it mate" he voxed before reslinging his shotgun and running towards the alleyway.

Reaching the entrance he saw a path of carnage and destruction as random PDF members and gangers tried to slow him down. Sadly, none were in shape to speak much, or breathing at all. He stopped taking it all in before voxing to the station to send a medical team as soon as possible to the center. Hearing a groan to his right he saw what looked like a bodyguard with a broken leg coming to. Quickly he advanced drawing his pistol, before crouching near the man's broken leg, weapon pointed towards him.

Shaking him with his free hand, Larsson waited for him to come completely to. "Ahhhh my frakking leg!" He yelled in pain, before realizing the barrel of Larsson's pistol in his face. Larsson calmly asked him "Who was selling weapons today, and what?" The thug replied by spitting at him. Wiping the spit, Larsson calmly stood up and drove his heel into the broken leg, inflicting another fresh wave of curses and tears. Crouching again, he repeated his question. Through the tears the thug mumbled " S-s-some guy selling some bigshot weapon. I dunno what, I uh just know the fether's name," before wiping the snot from his face. "Yeah and what was that name, ratshit?" he asked, annoyance starting to show. "Uh, Duck...dock...No wait...Diccardi, yeah Diccardi," the thug replied dumbly staring down at his leg. "Thanks," Larsson replied before standing up, driving his knee into the skull of the thug. Instantly the thugs skull bounced off the wall behind, knocking him out cold. "That will teach you to spit on authority" he stated, spinning around to the look of surprise on his junior's faces.

He wondered what sort of weapon this monster wanted. Now knowing that the seller was probably Diccardi, he figured it could be a Vortex Warhead, or a big "magical" stick covered in foil, before jogging down the alleyway after the mutant.
 

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Damir stayed in the shadows, waiting for the firefight to die down. He saw no reason to get involved quite yet. It wasn’t until the big mutant had barreled his way out of the warehouse that he started to take shots at the gangers and mutants.

One by one they fell, until Damir was the only one standing. Feeding shells into shotgun, Damir exited the warehouse, following the trail of the big mutant. As followed the trail, he came across a thug that was slumped on a wall, out cold. He approached the slumped figure warily, but lowered his guard as he saw that the thug was out cold. Smiling grimly, Damir pulled out his knife and slit the thug’s throat with one swift motion. One less gang member on the street As Damir began to straighten up, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. drawing his gun, Damir whirled around, gun up, finger on the trigger. He came face to face with Dolsa Terulin, the Baker. Damir has eaten from Dolsa's bakery several times, though he didn't know if Dolsa recognized him or not.
 

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"Well i quess i better go find them. Alt least they know about whats going on" kage muttered to himself. As he stood up he discarded the rest of the pastry and headed through the back door, following the path of the baker and the arms dealer.

As kage headed theough the thin alley, he head the distant echo of gunshots and the rumble of a large fire. He didnt want to think of what it could be. When his thoughts drifted to the idea of a possible mutant attack he drew his pistol defensively. Soon after he came across the warehouse from earlier that morning. He could smell the spent casings and the coppery odour of spilt blood that were most likely a result if the massive shoot out. As he was taking in his surroundings he saw the baker and a strange man carrying a shotgun. They were... Looking at him. "Oh feck". Kage gasped in surprise.
 

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Sector 16 is an all-out warzone. Across the whole sector, mutants and fighting running gun battles with Arbites, PDF, local gangs and civilians alike.

In the alleyway Larsson attempts again to reach the precinct house with aid requests, but all that comes back over the comms are sporadic bursts of gunfire and garbled screaming.

Above Diccardi's office in the pottery store you can hear the sounds of the stores contents shattering. Whether you were followed, sniffed out or just beneath another case of random destruction you don't know, but the hatch isn't invisible and there's every chance of you being found.

Not far away, PDF response teams are starting to make headway, rallying civilian and gang forces into organised militia units and attempting to encircle and eliminate cells of mutant uprising. Part of one of these groups is Private Adam Bliss of the Elrenaa 210th PDF, Blue Company, 3rd Platoon, 5th squad under Sergeant Dane. Your squad is going room to room, driving mutants out into the streets where heavy weapons teams are setting up an ambush.

In the aftermath of the Warehouse slaughter stand Kage, Damir and Dolsa in an awkward stand-off. Who knows what's going to happen there?
 

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"And i thought this was going to be another boring day" Adam said to one of his squad mates flashing a grin, "shut it" ordered Sergeant Dane as his squad was slowly moving room to room, the smell of burned flesh and smoke clogging his nose as they advanced with caution.

As they advanced into the next room they saw a group of mutants pillaging a store luckily they didn't notice 5th squad just on the other side of the doorway, Sergeant Dane ordered private Stowers or 'One shot Scott' as Adam liked to call him to use that heavy flamer he was carrying, the joy on his eye brow less face bursting into a massive smile at the chance to use it again. Adam thought back to the last time he used it to light his cig almost melted his entire face off. Adam giggled at the thought of it, mere seconds later he stepped in front of the door way and opened fire on the mutants burning them as Adam and the rest of his squad opened fire on any mutants that charged at them. Adam shouts out over the noise of gunfire and las shots "you see that mutant there it looks like your sister" bursting into laughter as private Stowers engulfs it in flame.

Adam feels a smack on the back of his helmet as Sergeant Dane pistol whips him and yells "cut it out and keep moving orders are to flush them into the streets" as they systematically take down the closest mutants, shots whizz past his head and hit him in the chest. His other squad mates are not so lucky hearing screams of pain as auto gun shot find their mark on legs and arms. His squad Advance pushing most of the mutants out of the room as they engage in brutal hand to hand combat with the mutants still too brave or stupid to fall back.
 

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Dolsa loses his breath for a moment. He hadn't realized the scope of chaos in the sector. He had barely gotten anywhere, down a couple of streets perhaps via the alleyway system, and he was more people killing and causing destruction.

Dolsa wasn't bred for this, he wasn't bred to have a gun aimed at him. He didn't are about what was going on, and that was extremely frustrating. He only wished he and time to be frustrated instead of feeling like he may have a nervous breakdown.

He looked at the body with a slit throat and wanted to hurl but the fear kept him frozen in place.

Foot steps came up form behind him and he managed to turn slightly, seeing the pastry stealing ganger from before. In some odd uprising of intuition, Dolsa put pieces together. He saw the corpse wearing clothes and marking indicating his league within a gang, and saw no such detail on the man pointintg the gun, who honestly didn't look like any of the gang members he had seen round before.

Dolsa lifted his hands and raised his voice, "I am just a baker, My shop was destroyed and I am trying to get home." He pointed towards the Ganger (kage)

"That is a ganger, who robbed me and is following me, probably out to kill me."
 

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As Diccardi visited his friend in the PDF, he got from him a confirmation that the PDF are on the way.
He goes down the hatch and waits for his thugs to come back. Hopefully with some good news. Then he hears a glass break. He stands up and listens. He hears pottery break and voices, but he can't make what they are saying.

Why, why, why. Diccardi thinks to himself as he hears more ransacking through his pottery shop. Though it is a long time since they actually sold some pottery, but still he'll have to buy a new stock after today. The loss of money he can't bear, especially whe he is still stuck with the plasma pistol. A plasma pistol in which he has invested a lot of money.

He takes the plasma pistol out of his inside pocket and looks at it, then he puts it back.
He has done enough fighting in his life and survived it, now he has other people doing the dangerous job for him, but they are not the best thugs or soldiers he has seen. But today even when his shop is ransacked, gangers trying to kill him and mutant after him - he still opts for not using a weapon.

He sits and thinks. A few ideas come to his mind, but nothing really good. So in despair he sit and hopes. Hopes his thugs would come back with Damir soon and clear this area from whoever is upthere, but if help doesn't come soon, he'll have to do something.
 

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Kage stood watching as the baker pointed him out to the unknown man. Gripped by fear for the first time in a while Kage slowly tried to back off."he doesn't know what he's talking about. I just came to see if anyone was still alive" Kage shouted over to the mysterious figure holding a shotgun. His words didn't phase the man as he looked directly at Kage, just waiting for an excuse to blow him away. Kage felt sweat running down his face as he realised that his luck may have finally ran out.
 
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