The Stripes Clan, a Furry Mafia Tale(Cowboy, Kyuubi , Backlasher, Rax)

[Altima]

(gonna be in LA/Vegas all of next week, so yeah... if you guys wanna continue without me, you can.)

Feeling a little hungry, Marle headed into her favorite eatery. As usual, she used someone else's forged credit card to pay for the meal. She was content with her meal, having ordered something meaty and delicious. She only wished she could be eating with her uncle, because he almost always had some interesting stories to say about street life. Whether or not they were real, Marle didn't care, because each of these stories felt special somehow. She held them in her memories dearly.


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Renala slipped quietly away from the group, making for the exit. Soon as she stepped foot outside the door, her cellphone went off. Normally, Renala never carried a phone with her, thinking it was a horrible idea, as each phone gave off electromagnetic waves, and enough heat to be easily detected by any simple sensors, not to mention it was capable of being tracked. Though lately, she found it was easier for many of her potential clients to contact her, and feed her hit details. Today, however, was different.

She raised an eyebrow slowly, as she read through the list of hit details. Amidst the 30k, 40k, even 50k, she found a few high numbers. She opened one of the high priced hit files, dedicated to a Brandon Hayley. Apparently rival gangs wanted his head on a platter for 5 mil, and 15 mil alive. She shut her phone, with a grim smile. "Oh, today's gonna be perfect..." she muttered, as she leapt up onto a building wall, and climbed up to a vantage point, waiting to track her new Prey.