The "Grey" Market

[Bee]

OOC: so, Kyuubi decided to quit the RP, one post in. Whatever. We can keep playing without him.

IC:

Cowboy turned and followed D-Star down the alleyway, holstering his pistol and grabbing his shotgun. The tight, narrow alleyways would render the pistol somewhat useless, but a cloud of buckshot from The Hellhammer would be better in the close-combat situation, should anyone decide to follow them.

"C'mon, Dee." He said, keeping three paces behind her. "I'll get you whatever you want, as long as you promise to come with me back to my hideout."

He cocked his shotgun, and pulled a shell from his trenchcoat pocket, three zeros on the side denoting it as triple-ought buckshot. He loaded it into the magazine to replace the one that went into the chamber, and kept going. His mind went back to his last hit, the one that he couldn't find. The paper said that he was a known shapeshifter, with ties to the mafia, but a picture or his real name couldn't be found. He wouldn't be able to hunt him down until he gathered more information. So, he may as well get his rocks off on the young drug-addled girl in the meantime.