Jet walked past the docks and into a small pub, it was a dark building. Pool tables here and there, the men were all sitting at the bar having very quiet and private discussions with each other. None of them turned around to see who had entered their favorite watering hole. Suddenly a man wearing a very expensive suit came into view, this man shook jets hand vigorously.
"You must be a...Mr. Callisto am I right?" The man said quickly.
Jet only nodded and removed his hand from the man.
"Good, good the boss wants to see you right away just follow me."
Jet followed the man behind the bar and through the kitchen. Jet looked around as he followed behind the man then suddenly was stopped as four very large men stopped the two.
"You will need to lose your weapons before going to see the boss." One of the men said holding his hands out.
Jet smiled broadly, "I don't think sirs, I will keep my weapons on me, if I do something you can come rushin' in and tear me to pieces. Deal?"
The men did not smile, they just stood there waiting for the weapons, then the man next to spike spoke up,
"gentlemen, just let him keep his weapons he wont do anything, and like he said you can tear him to pieces and what not."
The man pulled jet by the sleeve and opened the door,
"Alright go on in, he wants to see you."
Jet walked into the room and saw a very round man sitting on what looked like a very comfortable chair. Then he spoke in a very heavy Russian accent,
"Good evenin' Jet Callisto, you have come to me looking for a job' I can give you a job, a lets call it bodyguard." The man smiled.
Jet shrugged "Sure I will take it, how much does it pay?"
"Well that depends on the skills that you bring to my company"
Jet nodded at this and in one quick movement the pistol was out of its holster and he fired one shot into the ceiling. In the other hand was a shimmering katana, he turned around looking at the door. The man in the chair nearly had a heart attack as he was hitting the panic button on his chair. The door was ripped from its frame as the men came barreling in, Jet fire two rounds two of the men's faces buckled inward as the rounds hit their targets. He took a half step forward and with two deft slices the other mens' heads were laying on the floor.
"These are the skills that I bring to this job, and seeing as how you now need a new body guard you need me more than I need you. So how much does the job pay?" Jet said not even looking at the fat Russian.
"Two thousand gold pieces! Every day you work!"
Jet nodded "Sounds good, just send me a letter when you need my services."
The man nodded breathing heavily, Jet left the room and the man who showed him the way was lying on the ground covering his head. Jet chuckled to himself and gave the man a tip of his hat and left the pub smiling. I believe that this job is going to be fun he thought to himself.
Jet moved from the docks towards his room at the inn whistling as he moved through the city.
"You must be a...Mr. Callisto am I right?" The man said quickly.
Jet only nodded and removed his hand from the man.
"Good, good the boss wants to see you right away just follow me."
Jet followed the man behind the bar and through the kitchen. Jet looked around as he followed behind the man then suddenly was stopped as four very large men stopped the two.
"You will need to lose your weapons before going to see the boss." One of the men said holding his hands out.
Jet smiled broadly, "I don't think sirs, I will keep my weapons on me, if I do something you can come rushin' in and tear me to pieces. Deal?"
The men did not smile, they just stood there waiting for the weapons, then the man next to spike spoke up,
"gentlemen, just let him keep his weapons he wont do anything, and like he said you can tear him to pieces and what not."
The man pulled jet by the sleeve and opened the door,
"Alright go on in, he wants to see you."
Jet walked into the room and saw a very round man sitting on what looked like a very comfortable chair. Then he spoke in a very heavy Russian accent,
"Good evenin' Jet Callisto, you have come to me looking for a job' I can give you a job, a lets call it bodyguard." The man smiled.
Jet shrugged "Sure I will take it, how much does it pay?"
"Well that depends on the skills that you bring to my company"
Jet nodded at this and in one quick movement the pistol was out of its holster and he fired one shot into the ceiling. In the other hand was a shimmering katana, he turned around looking at the door. The man in the chair nearly had a heart attack as he was hitting the panic button on his chair. The door was ripped from its frame as the men came barreling in, Jet fire two rounds two of the men's faces buckled inward as the rounds hit their targets. He took a half step forward and with two deft slices the other mens' heads were laying on the floor.
"These are the skills that I bring to this job, and seeing as how you now need a new body guard you need me more than I need you. So how much does the job pay?" Jet said not even looking at the fat Russian.
"Two thousand gold pieces! Every day you work!"
Jet nodded "Sounds good, just send me a letter when you need my services."
The man nodded breathing heavily, Jet left the room and the man who showed him the way was lying on the ground covering his head. Jet chuckled to himself and gave the man a tip of his hat and left the pub smiling. I believe that this job is going to be fun he thought to himself.
Jet moved from the docks towards his room at the inn whistling as he moved through the city.