"You gave him to the doctors?" Seth asks, leaning on a table, surrounded by chairs. They're in a small-town bar, using their time there to relax. Nixon sits in one of the chairs and Seth follows, sitting across from Nixon.
"Yeah, that Vincent guy."
"What about the dude with the mask?"
"You forget his name?"
Seth chuckles, "Yeah."
"I gave him to the girls, they're staying in the forest with him by the hip, best that way, don't want to cause suspicion."
"Is Tsuki staying with this Vincent fellow?"
"Yeah, he's with the doctor right now."
Seth scans the bar - A young woman with short black hair, a scar running across the lower part of her eye - she wipes down cups and bottles clean with a rag behind a counter, she's the bartender. Two others sit on stools sipping at large jugs of beer, their hands tensing as they raise it to their lips due to its weight. One's face is rough, light scars darting across it including the signature scowl that would come with a face such as that. Beside him sits a younger more cordial man, joyfully sipping at his beer, brimming to the top of the drink in his hand, some residual foam residing on his lips, frequently licking in anticipation for the next gulping of his drink, clearly too big for his shorter size, seeming smaller compared to the large rough man beside him. Around the room sitting at various other tables, men with hats covering their eyes, some wearing winter jackets making themselves look twelve times their size, not bothering to take some layers off, even if the fireplace's heart is ventilated throughout the establishment. Some adjusting their weapons, some not having weapons at all.
"Something seems off..." Seth mumbles, Nixon barely hears it.
Nixon leans in towards Seth, propping his head onto his hand. "You think?"
"It could just be paranoia. We do have something valuable after all..." Seth stops himself for a moment before continuing, "Who has the bag?"
"Tsuki."
"Really?"
Nixon nods, "He can take care of himself."
"Well, judging by other situations, he needs to be ready before being able to take care of himself Nix."
"Signal - Simple as that."
"What signal is that?"
"Whoever fires first."
"So you noticed the other tables?"
"Yeah."
Seth does an audible, "Huh." As if impressed, before raising himself from his seat, pushing himself up by using the table before moving to the counter of the bar. "Miss," Seth pauses, leaning onto the counter, "Can my friend and I have two whiskeys?" Seth uses his fingers to show a "two."
She nods, spinning on her heels to grab some bottles sitting on the shelf behind her, taking out to glasses with her thumb, index, and middle finger, pressing the two glasses together before placing it down onto the counter and pouring the whiskey into both of them. Seth's eyes widen after looking into her eyes as she concentrates on making the drinks. Seth's expression becomes sour, his heart straining.
She looks up at Seth, arching an eyebrow, "Is everything alright?"
Seth shakes his head, "No... It's fine, you just reminded me of someone."
"Who's that?"
"Nobody."
Seth sighs before taking the drinks, placing a few bills on the counter in front of her before placing the glasses back down again and placing a few more onto the counter. Seth bows slightly before taking the two glasses and bringing it to Nixon, giving him one while quickly shooting down his own shot down his throat within a moments notice before crossing back over to the bar's counter before she could even count the cash he placed onto it, still confused as to what was happening.
Before she could even react, no, before anyone could - Seth jumps over the counter, grabbing her by the collar, Seth lets out a quick and silent "Sorry" before quickly flipping her over his shoulder and slamming her to the ground, lowering himself in conjunction with the throw, using the counter as cover for what was about to come. She gasps for air, her wig sliding off of her blond head of hair. Nixon throws the table into the two sitting on stools at the counter while firing into the others by his left while to his right, they were attempting to fire at Seth but stop not knowing if they were going to hit the bartender or not.
Seth pulls the woman up from below the counter, a revolver to her head, an arm around her neck. "If you guys do anything, she'll die." Seth found this necessary since by now, the two who had been hit by the table had fully recovered and were about to shoot Nixon, and now, they've entered a stalemate. "Looks like you were right Nix," Seth looks over to Nixon, "Gunshots would be the only signal that makes sense, lets just hope Tsuki notices before he dies."
"Yeah... but what now. It looks like your suspicion was correct and now look at us."
Seth sighs, "What now guys? Do you want the gold that bad?"
The woman looks over to Seth but can barely see him over her shoulder, "We're just doing our jobs, give us the bag and it'll all end here and things won't get as complicated as they are now, so what are you going to choose?"
"You lost the authority to make propositions and ultimatums the instant I threw you to the ground, what now?"
"My men are trained to kill me if necessary, they are only waiting to hear the word. Alright?"
Seth's face becomes grim, soon turning into realization, "I don't want this..." Seth says, thinking out loud. Nixon raises an eyebrow hearing this. Seth sighs, "I can't exactly give you that gold..."
"Doesn't matter anyway since-" Gunshots ring out from outside the bar, "Since we'll be getting it either way."
"Hunter..."
Her eyes widen, "Ho-?"
Seth quickly fires into the young cordial man behind the bar, the rough one quickly going to fire at Seth before getting shot by Nixon who quick-draws the entire room, dropping everyone to the ground, each shot having the subsequent pressing of the hammer before firing once again. The rough one managed to graze Seth's shoulder before falling dead.
Seth crosses his arms across each other, placing them on Hunter's chest whilst grabbing both ends of her collar. "We're so much more skilled than you Hunter..."
"How do you know my name?" She asks, panting, sweat coming across her face in fear.
"I look into my compatriots, I used to be a bounty hunter as well, not that long ago in fact."