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ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN, A FEW HOURS EARLIER...

She stopped in front of a non-descript door where a wooden plaque located on the right simply said Duncan's. The sign had no fancy adornments and outsiders need not apply... besides, the patrons within weren't the sort of lot you'd want to associate yourself with unless you were one of their own. But in the case of Nevada Lyle, she fit right in.

Half gloved fingers fished out a pack of cigarette's from the biker jacket she wore along with a baby blue colored Zippo. Tapping a cigarette free, she pulled the cancerous stick between her lips with her teeth and flicked the lighter open to ignite the tip. With the flick of her wrist, Nevada closed the lighter and stuffed both objects back into the jacket pocket.

Her fingers met a hole within the fabric, her hazel eyes darting down to see the tips of her fingers wriggling a greeting at her. "Heh..." She'd lost some of her drugs due to the rip from her opponent, which of course was now dead thanks to her trusty pistols Jackal and Hyde both of which rested at the small of her back in specially rigged holster. Nevada would have to ask Raven to brew up another batch for her.

Speaking of the demon, Nevada finally pushed her way into Duncan's bar, leaving a trail of smoke after as she made a beeline for her favorite spot at the bar. Hooking her booted foot on the last rung of the barstool, she took a seat and knocked on the countertop and bellowed, "Yo! Duncan! Rootbeer Float!" Usually, the blue haired assassin ordered a tumbler of Absolut but she could feel a massive headache coming on which meant she'd pushed the envelope tonight. Nothing a shot of Delmetor wouldn't fix, which she had on hand. Once recieving her Float and slapping a few crushed bills on the counter, Nevada moved on to her usual booth in the corner.

Settling in Nevada produced a tube containing a purple-ish pink tube of liquid, inserting the tube in a small gun she was about to shoot up when a husky voice chimed in, "Geez, Nev, I don't know whether you're the poster child for addicts or a pharmacy with all the drugs you carry on you." A pale skinned, slim and curvy in all the right places woman slid into the booth opposite the assassin. In reponse all Nevada did was smirk and injected the Delmetor into her neck. Putting the inject gun away and tossing the empty tube she retorted, "Hello to you, too, gorgeous." The two shared an intimate chuckle; not only was the beauty sitting across from her with dark locks her agent, Raven also happened to be Nevada's lover.

Raven stated to her client, "I've got something for you." Her amused features never hinted at anything... the demon always had that look on her face. When she wasn't amused by something, then you knew you were in a world of trouble.

Slurping on her rootbeer float, she arched a blue brow at Raven and asked, "Business or pleasure?"

"Both." Upon Nevada's surprised look, Raven chuckled, "Well I was thinking we could go get drunk and ******** like rabbits after we talk business." This caused the assassin to burst out laughing, "Ah, Rave... the s**t that comes out of your mouth endears you to me further." Pushing her finished drink aside, she asked, "So what's the business?"

"There's a 100k offer, the client wishes to remain Anon." Raven pushed a file across the tabletop toward Nevada, "All the information is there." Silence then descended upon the table while the demon watched her human glance over the file.

Nevada whistled, "Now I understand the 100 k offer. This isn't going to be easy. Does our client know how hard it's gonna be to take this guy down?" Raven merely nodded, "Indeed... he'll pay half up front, even for you to do the job." The assassin sat back in the booth, folding her arms behind her head and stared at the open file while contemplating the situation. Finally, she shrugged, "Hell... why not. If I don't get the guy at least I'll go down in a ******** wicked fight." Nevada grinned at the idea and said to Raven, "Tell your man he's got his girl." Turning to the bar she bellowed again, "Yo, Duncan! A bottle of Absolut, pronto!"

Caprica had just noticed the shadow stretching across him when he heard a voice from the doorway. His eyes went huge and he hurriedly scrabbled away from it, landing on the floor with a thump on the other side of the bed. He shuddered as a wave of pain went through him and he fought not to throw up. His fingers gripped the sheets along the edge of the bed as he got enough control over himself to peek up over the bed and glare at the person who had the nerve to call him such a stupid name.

Wait... where the hell was his corset? Where the hell was his shirt? Whoever had done this to him had also removed the choker from his neck, exposing the ugly mass of scars there. It was then that he noticed the ice packed into the bandages around his torso. He looked at the person in the window then at the man in the doorway. Back and forth. <********! Surrounded...

Caprica spat out a mouthful of blood on the sheets. He figured there must be a piece of rib sticking into his lung somewhere. Well, that would heal if he just took it easy. He guessed. He'd never had a wound like that before. The corset might look kinky to other people but the thing was fully armoured with scale mail on the inside. It was very heavy but he'd never received a belly wound since he'd gotten it.

So that a*****e in the blue coat was his brother. He could see the resemblance. At the word 'hospital' he skittered backwards away from him and snatched one of his wakizashi off the night table, unsheathing it on one quick motion. To everybody else, the cherrywood sheathes and hilts looked identical but he could tell it was Hana he held in his hand. He always knew which was which. He considered his opponent. The man wanted to help him but there was no friggin way he was going to the hospital. If he was the blue demon's brother then he too must be a demon. I have no chance against this b*****d. He could rip me in half. Let's see if he really wants to help me. He flicked his wrist and turned Hana around, pointing the blade at his own throat, clearly threatening him not to come any closer.

Caprica jumped as the huge sword fell in front of him, then a pair of guns. Very nice guns too. If Dante hadn't been around he would have examined the weapons with great interest. He shied back from the demon man. He didn't know who had brought him here but even if he left him alone that thing in the window would surely get him. He lowered the blade, then suddenly stabbed at the floor. He slashed letters in the old floorboards. NO HOSPITAL. Clear enough message.

Tristan had walked alongside Vergil for a while, until he noticed that Dante's scent had vanished, for the most part. He could smell a very faint trace of it. He stopped an took out three cards and his dice. He tossed the five items into the air where the cards spun to the right and the dice seemed to spin on their corners, gyrating he opposite of te cards. A faint mist poured from the strange formation and within the mist he saw dante, standing defenseless, in a room that seemed swamped with enemies. He snatched the cards frm the air and as he replaced them with one hand he grabbed Kaya, his right hand elbow blade, off his left hip and changed into his pure devil form. He seached through memories until he remembered how to teleport and in a flash of vivid red light, the demon was gone from Vergil's sight. Moments later in another flash of the same red light, he emerged in the room beside Dante, changing back to normal and taking Kahnna off his right hip with his left hand. He spun the blades around so that their edges were facing the world, until he noticed no one was attacking. The soft red light of his own neon sign was faintly visible out the one window already occupied by two demons.~I'm surprised I got the right room.I only know this building Cuz Kyuubi Reign is down the block from here.~

Faylin gasped when another demon suddenly appered in the room. he jerked and almost fell but managed to catch himself just in time with a slight scraping sound. he looked back in time to see the hurt demon jerk bacwards, obviously as suprized as Faylin with the new demons apperance, and slam against the headbored. Faylin mewled in disstress, he wanted to help. but he wasnt sure if one- he could stop all 3 demons AND protect the hurt one, and two-if the hurt demon WAS in trouble. he held still, undecided.

Faylin hovered just outside the window, he wanted to go help Caprica but he didnt know how. he looked around the room at the other people, was no one going to go and help him? Faylin finnaly decided to risk it, he fliped and landed crouched on the window sill and before jumping over the people in his way to land beside the not-quite-consious Caprica on the floor. he gave the others in the room a disaproving glare for not helping him before turing his attention back to the business at hand. he gently felt around his waist and found that his ribs were broken "i will need some thick cloth to bind his ribs until they heal" he said softly, not looking up as he checked for other wounds.

((got tired of being outside*shrug*))