"... Dat whut she sed!"
The two men standing guard outside the door to the government official's sleeping quaters joked.
"Thank you..." Larkin thought to himself as the poor joke reached his hiding place, further down the dark hallway. He would not feel bad about knocking both of them out now. He produced two metalic orbs out of his bag.
"Hev heard de one about de..." One of the guards started to speak but was stopped by something moving rapidly down the hall, that he just caught a glimpse of. The other guard gasped and started to choke. With a puffing sound his head suddenly became enveloped by a small, yellow cloud. He fell to his knees clawing at his neck, the cloud persistantly following to the area where his head now was.
The unaffected guard reached for his blade but didn't even manage to draw it before something came flying at him, hissing and grinding like some sort of predatory winged animal.
Larkin recoved the two "Spice Shakers" from the twitching bodies of the guards that now were on the floor. He'd have to make a stop at the Broken Boots after this, he thought.
A large table stood in the middle of the lavishly decorated, poorly lit sleeping chamber. The big bed with the sleeping official was leaning against the wall opposite to the exit. A dying fire in the fire place was the only thing illuminating the upper walls.
Intentionally he knocked over a vase and let it roll off the side of the table. As it crushed on the floor, the official awoke.
"Who... Who in the Hells are you?" he asked while trying to comprehend what was going on.
Larkin stayed near the table, partially covered in shadow. He drew his hood down and revealed his red hair and masked face.
"I'm here to deliver a message. It would be in everyone's best interest if the establishment known as Mae's Kitchens was not forced to shut down." Larkin spoke, his voice slightly muffled by his mask.
"Oh, that. That place? Believe you me, nothing would please me more than the knowledge that that place continues to serve its filth to the residents of the slums. However the city has other plans for you and your lot. -I- think that it would be in everyone's best interest if you left right now. Nothing I can do about it, boy. We're cleaning up our town." His face produced an arrogant smirk as he was talking.
Larkin's hidden hand slowly moved behind him to the pouch attached to his belt. He hesitated between the device he prepared for this moment and the dagger. But, he realised, killing this man would not help Mae keep her place. He started to walk forward after stealthily placing the device on the edge of the table.
"This is not up for debate. But perhaps I wasn't clear..." As he kept on walking forward he saw by the forming expression of terror on the official's face that the device had worked and decieved him successfully.
On each of the four walls, shadows began to grow, until they became long and narrow. Each depicted a hooded figure of varying height, some with a sort of spike-like weapon, pointing tip-down, in their hands. The shadows moved around slightly and flickered, simulating slight movements.
"-We- really would like it if Mae's place remained open, and we know you can keep it open."
The official's narrowed eyes darted around the dark room as he tried to make out where the others were. There had to be atleast ten of them here and yet the damned room seemed empty save for that one bastard doing the talking!
His lower lip trembled as his head moved to face Larkin.
"A-Alright, damn you... Just get out, all of you!"
Larkin approached the bed-side and leaned forward, his eyes rapidly but only slightly moving from side to side as they focused on each of the official's eyes in turn.
"The day the Kitchen is closed will be followed by the night we'll come back to see you again." Larkin said as he knocked out the official with a punch to the face.
He left the room, making sure he grabbed the "All-for-One" device on his way out.