He made his way down to the underground market, his knife by his side. The market was known to be one of the dangerous places to be. You could be robbed or killed and no-one would care. He was not about to lose his life in a marker. He weaves his way through sweaty bodies and loud noises, several goods and spices until he found the hunters he'd come for.
He approached their stall, but stood a safe distance. The hunters were vicious, and edgy. Thwoing a bag of gold coins on the floor and rasing his arm as a sign of peace he called out to the head hunter.
"Here's a bag of silver in return for your services." There was a short silence as the head hunter hobbled over to him and picked the bag of coins from the floor. At this point, Reaves stood before the head hunter who was taller than him and bigger. He swallowed nervously, hoping he would succeed. He had to, for Tiffany's sake.
