Nice noir feel to the story.
Rasmus
Thanks, tis what I was going for. Anyways,
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Ragnar stepped out of Penn Station, in only some green pants, sneakers and a t-shirt, carrying his bag of equipment on his back. It was quite hot on this day. He wiped sweat from his forehead, and peered around. Everyone was so much taller than he was. It was only a bit frustrating, as he joined the throng of people, and made his way to Chinatown. He passed so many things, though he lived in a city, so it was not too strange to him. He even passed a few muggings, though they were not his problem.
It was six o'clock when he reached his destination, opening the door, he entered a Chinese restaurant where locals sat at a bar and ate their food, talking among themselves. The Dwarf wandered in, past a large troll with two curled horns, slurping at some noodles. He sat at the bar and asked for Mr D. and then ordered some spare ribs with rice. Within a few minutes, a Chinese man in a business suit walked out, looking the Dwarf over. "Yes?" Ragnar looked up at him.
"I've got mail for you, sir." The man motioned for Ragnar to follow him, and they walked into the back rooms, into a large office full of oriental paintings, with a statue of a large dragon constructed out of jade in the center. Mr. D. told Ragnar to sit at a seat before the desk, to which he did, and the businessman sat behind the desk, folding his hands.
"Well?" He asked, as a waitress walked in, and placed Ragnar's meal before him. He smiled at her.
"Thanks miss." She nodded and walked out, and Ragnar turned back to him. "What's your full name?" The man smiled.
"Daio Dewei." He breathed again, somewhat impatient. "What is this mail?" Ragnar set his bag down on the floor, and reached in.
"I was supposed to deliver it to a guy in Seattle, but there were some complications and the place I was meeting him was destroyed intentionally by some guy named Mr. Shun." Daio's eyes widened.
"Shun? No..." Ragnar pulled it out to offer it to him.
"Yep, I got the guys who did it th- What?" Daio was staring into space, sweat beading his brow. A man in black clutched the waitress, with a wakazashi to her throat. She was crying. The man did not speak, he just simply stared coldy at Ragnar. Ragnar sneered. "Heyoooo we got us a weeaboooooooo~!" He said, calling out the ancient insult to the man, and setting the envelope back down in his bag. He turned his gaze back to Daio. "You got any way of getting out of here?" He asked, reaching back into his bag. Daio nodded. "Alright, as soon as I take my hand out of this bag, I want you to grab it- the bag, and run like hell.... I got my comm number inside, so contact me once you get someplace safe." Daio nodded and Ragnar pulled out his Ares Predator, turned, and blasted the man in the knee. The woman screamed and ran behind the jade dragon. Ragnar stood, and Daio took the woman and the bag and charged through a hidden door behind the desk.
The Dwarf walked over to the crippled man, swearing in Japanese. "You watch too much cartoons, bud." Of course, he was only joking to carry his way through this stressful situation, he was a huge animation fan when he was younger. He pointed his gun at the assassin. "Any more of you guys in here?" The ninja cursed at him, and Ragnar tilted his head, bent down, and picked up the shortsword. "Alrighty." He stabbed the ninja in the throat. Leaving the office, a second ninja ran down the hall at him, and the Dwarf barley had time to pull his head out of the corridor as bullets streamed past. Ragnar blindfired, hoping that at least one bullet hit its mark. His dreamed came true with a howl. Ragnar grinned evilly, and ran out into the hall, into the main dining area. Another ninja jumped at him, and the Dwarf brought up the shortsword, clashing with the assassin. The Dwarf had more upper-body strength, and was able to push back the ninja and blast him a few times in the chest. Another ran at him, and before the assassin could swing, Ragnar cut him across the chest, and then stabbed him through the back as the ninja had passed him, and he fell.
Looking around, Ragnar could see bodies of the patrons that were here before, most at the bar where their faces were in their meals, and bent down to pick up a tiny spent grenade. He sniffed it, and pulled his face back in disgust. "Poison gas." He tossed the thing, and looked around, tossing the wakazashi to the side as well, and stuffing his pistol in the back on his pants. Nothing else seemed to be here, so he walked into the back room, grabbed his spare ribs and rice, walked to the front counter, six nuyen next to the register, and left out the door, munching away at the food as he went.
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It was eight o'clock when he got the call from Daio. The businessman ordered him to meet him in one of the arcologies in the north end of the city, giving him the address, and hanging up, not even saying goodbye. Ragnar sneered, and continued down the sidewalk full of people, hoping that it did not rain. His coat was in that bag.