~Prologue~
The night was something different than normal nights. It rained, nothing special about that, and it was very foggy. The street lanterns sent out weak light beams, but the darkness engulfed the beams. That was the difference this night. The foul atmosphere flouting around in the night.
There wasn't a single soul outside, the streets was completely empty. The stores and houses was all locked, as if the owners knew what was going on. Well, they didn't know what was going on. No one knew.
A car drove down the street, with confidence, to meet up in a deal. Inside it sat two men, both wearing dresses. The driver had a mustache, and mixed with the green eyes, he was a creepy person. Inside his left pocket resided a gun, a magnum 44. The silver Barret was a fearsome sight, if pointed at you of course.
The man in the backseat wore shades. He had a soul patch and he had gray eyes, he seemed to be working for the bureaucracy of Fendel. He wasn't.
When the car arrived at the designated area, a different car waited. It was a black Mercedes, with bolstered armor. Inside it sat two weird and foul figures, with a small suitcase of black leather. They opened the doors, and out came the things. They seemed to be purely darkness, but it was hard to tell. They walked over to the Humans, and the Humans went over to the dark figures. So there they stood, four figures chatting.
"You are keeping your part of the deal, right?" One of the dark figures asked the character with shades.
"Yeah, we'll open stuff up for you. You have our money in that suitcase?" He answered, as if this was normal routine.
"Yes, now be gone before anyone sees us." The thing handed him the briefcase and went into their car. The engines started, and the car drove out in the night. The black Mercedes vanished.
Left was the two men with their briefcase. With 60 millions of @, the Fendel currency. Then they left the scene, causally.
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