Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20170320024500

The past few months had been an ‘interesting’ period for the Valean underworld. With the fall of Beacon crippling the city both physically and economically, Vale was filled with broke, desperate people willing to do desperate things to survive, and local law enforcement was still struggling to keep up with them. But while small-time thugs fought and died over scraps in the street like vermin, there existed a more covert war among the larger, more powerful criminal factions...

Unlucky gangs weakened by the Fall quickly fell prey to larger ones seeking to expand their reach. And when easy prey ran out, they turned on each other, still hungry for power.

People like assassins, mercenaries, professional thieves and high ranking criminals thrived. People who were smart enough to recognize weakness and opportunities, and ruthless enough to exploit them. People like a certain young boy standing outside a nightclub one night with his dog...

Never thought i'd be doing this kind of work again, working for the GHS, running with the mob... he mused. Just a few weeks ago he had been desperate enough to ask their help finding his missing lover. But now she was safe, his old boss had come for his payment. Not in cash, but in services.

His mission was simply to approach a rival gang, gain their trust, earn a way into their ranks and harvest information which would be later used for raids and blackmail. Difficult work, but less soul damning as it's alternatives. His days of needless violence were over, and even now Dalton held by his own principles and morals.

Weeks of preparation, carefully grooming each man in the gang, collecting gossip and information all boiled down to tonight. The elusive boss had finally granted Dalton an audience in his own nightclub. Which now found him facing an inconspicuous red brick building with an orange neon sign that read "The MJ Radio Lounge".

“A blind kid walks into a bar, classic joke huh…? ” he mumbled, chuckling a little to ease his tension, before finally walking forward and pushing past the wooden door. 