The two men treaded down the street towards the most fancy bar in town. As they motioned forward to their destination they found the streets of Deadmont to be quiet lively at night.
The bars were full of men and the streets full of women of the night. The streets were clean and well lit.
"Man, I've yet to see a city that didn't have a good nightlife." Al commented
"Ain't nothin but drunks and whores around. Pretty bad night life." Arn fired back
"You lawmen are no fun, that's why no one likes ya."
"What? Everyone likes us, it's you outlaws no one likes."
"Is that why everyone wants to party with us? Cause when I was an outlaw everyone was partying with us."
"They just like your lifestyle, trust me they hate your guts."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
The two men eventually made it to their location. There it was the finest bar, brothel, and opium den in the city. Standing out front were two men armed with rifles who adorned the exact same attire that the thugs from earlier wore. They walked through the door and were met with a splendid sight.
The room was sparkling white, above them was a balcony. The room was populated with the most dashing of gentlemen and the most buxom of ladies. Sparsely separated throughout the ground of mingling lovers were the same thugs in bowler caps.
"They really don't want no trouble round here." Al commented
"This is Maas Warner's main source for income. Any man fucking around here I reckon is going to get a bullet to the head."
"Well as long as our target ain't here. We don't have a problem. Let's look around."
The duo split up, Arn went upstairs to check while Al stuck to the bottom. Al walked straight into the opium den and was met by a sweet smell.
The room was blanketed in a slight haze from all the smoke. As he walked down the hallway he saw, to his left was a man who was unresponsive, his eyes were closed and there was some dried foam around his mouth. To his right was one of Warner's boys getting high on their own supply with one of the whores beside him.
"Hey, don't tell my boss about this." The man said with a smile on his face.
As he continued down the aisle he saw a man taking a hit from the pipe with tears in his eyes.
"Why Martha why!?" He said right as he broke down crying.
He then looked to other way to see a man lying down being strangled by another man while a prostitute watched in horror.
Al peaked into the booth and asked
"Everything okay in here?"
The man strangling the other man looked up at him and said
"Yeah, we're just settling a score."
The man on the ground replied
"I swear it was an accident. I didn't mean to kill her, Peet."
"Shut up." The strangler said as he continued strangling the man.
"Carry on." Al said as he left the booth.
As he continued all he saw were the regular opium addicts and junkies. He went into the booth with one of them.
"What in the hells do you want?" The man asked
"I'm looking for a guy named Royer? Do you know where he is?" Al answered
"He's usually in the VIP section which is in the attic."
"Okay thanks."
Up with Arn, he walked through the brothel section of the building. All around him on either side were gorgeous young women, some dressed scantily, some in dresses.
One door flew open and a young man wearing a disheveled three piece suit came out with sweat all over his face. Behind him was a young woman also leaving the room. Both of them had smiles on their faces as they rushed out of the room.
As he continued down he noticed a room with an open door. The door was being guarded by four gang members holding rifles. Inside was the body of a woman who had her eyes wide open and had large hand marks around her neck. She was clearly dead, which is what prompted Arn to ask
"What happened here?"
"Just a case of the Deadmont strangler. Some weirdo John is strangling young girls across the city. Can't believe he struck here." The man answered
"Hope someone finds the bastard."
Arn then walked off out of the corner of his eye and spotted six thugs beating someone on the ground. He ran up to get a closer look and saw that the man on the ground was Royer.
"Do you know who the fuck I am?" Royer asked
"Yeah! You're the guy that owes Maas Warner money." One thug said
They then picked him up and took him into the attic.
"I used to kill rougher men than you for fun." Royer taunted
Just then Al ran up to Arn
"Arn, I know where Royer is." Al said
"In the attic." Arn answered
"How do you know this?"
"I just saw them take him up into the room."
"The VIP room?"
"Didn't look like they were welcoming him as a guest. They beat the tar out of him before taking him up there."
"Let's go then."
The two men rushed up the attic stairs, where they were stopped by one of the gang members.
"Hold on." The man said right before Al punched him dead in the throat. They then walked up the stairs.
There they saw about a dozen gang members standing around Royer who was on the ground. Sparsely through the room were prostitutes with opium pipes, many of whom were hiding behind chairs.
Standing above Royer was a man in the same uniform as the other gangsters but he had a large black top hat and a scar on his face.
"Look, Malton. I've just been down on my luck that's all. I'll pay you all the money back." Royer pleaded
Malton retrieved his gun and aimed it for Royer's head.
"Say goodbye, you junky piece of shit."
Just then Al walked up with a pistol in hand and shouted.
"Hey! If anyone is going to waste that junkie trash it's going to be me!"
The entire room then looked at him in silence as the other men drew their guns in preparation for a shootout.