Henrietta pushed her way through the crowd of the city slums. just farther up the street and as typically Marco, it was in a dingy side alley, behind General Lee's Chinese Restaurant. That damn idiot watches too many gangster movies she mutters to herself. The slum was packed full of thugs, thieves, scumbags and societies lowest. However, Henrietta brushed past through them, and they let her brush past them. Streamwater Lane... The signpost was greying and dented, but it was the place she was going to meet. For all safety reasons, Henrietta flicked the safeties off her pistols and walked into the lane.

Marco promised her a MP7 PDW set, but he was not unknown for backstabbing. Best to go in prepared. Further down the lane, a shadowy figure stood underneath the cover of the dim lighting at the back of the restaurant. It was not Marco. Marco was chubby and stumpy. This man was thin, stick-like and lanky. With careful steps towards the man, her right hand went to the butt if her pistol before calling out to the man. You. Who are you?

As Alberto was walking down the street he saw what was usual in the slums, masses of people just walking around, never knowing if they could survive to see the next day. He thought, "I applaud these people for their survival, hoping to move up in their lives. But they had to start somewhere, just like I did." As always, Alberto was just checking out the sights, getting to know some of the people, even helping them in some point. But now wasn't the time to help. He just wanted to rest, so he took a stop in an alley behind Gen. Lee's Chinese Restaurant.

Al sat down on some barrels and opened his gym bag to get some gum inside. That was until a girl walked by, pistol drawn and threatened him. "You. Who are you?"
"Yo no soy una amenaza." Alberto said in Spanish, then said in a thick Spanish accent. "I am no threat young lady, but aren't you a bit too young to be carrying one of those?" He knew that if she did not back down, he would die, so he actually got his Colt Pistol ready for when she would strike.

Koffin stepped solemly into the Sky City Slums... His eyes drifted upwards mesmerized by the beauty of Sky City " So this is the world's most influential city?" Koffin asked himself as he still stared into the reflections of the light bouncing from the towering skyscrapers that looked as if they passed through clouds and made their mark in the heavens...

Suddenly though Koffin's day dreaming was interupted by a damp puddle he had wandered into whilst he was not paying attention... As the soaking feeling seeped into his shoes, he couldn't help but feel that all over as the contrast between Sky City and its slums took its hold on Koffin.

Koffin continued to walk through the dark streets as he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad could happen and very soon. The idea absorbed into his mind with the idea that this place he walked through was crawling with the scum of the earth... Looking in all directions did not matter, for every where Koffin turned was something disgusting that added into the distinguishing bad vibe the place gave off... To his left a dealer, to his right a thug, and just a few steps in front of him a prostitute. "Assume a virtue, if you have" Koffin mumbled to himself as he became sick to his stomach with the slums...

Koffin stepped down a dark alleyway that screamed of troubles to come, but Koffin kept a calm mind and carried through running his hand down the wall as to guide him to the other side... Yet before he could quite cross completley through the darkness he felt a cold breaze against his shoulder and suddenly he was cornerd by two men.

One man was a short man with a belly that stuck out from underneath his shirt, he stunk of something rotten and putrid and he carried a lead pipe in his hand ready to strike. Where as the other man was of an average height more skin and bones then anything else, and Koffin was ammused by the fact that he could even lift the knife he possesed... Surley these were low even among the status of criminals, carrying around weapons that could hardly be thought of as effective to todays standards... Koffin mapped out his surroundings and planned his actions ahead of time, but quickly became active when he saw the fat scumbag charge towards him with a lack of balance... Too easy Koffin thought to himself as he side stepped from the blow and grasped the fat mans by his arm. Then with a swift press of Koffin's hand he snapped the man's weak arm breaking the bone and forcing him to release the pipe...

Koffin looked around and noticed that the other man had since vanished, but with a quick servailence of his surroundings Koffin spotted the man running away. Then with a shocking quickness Koffin grasped the pipe and flung it at the man, hitting him the back of the leg shattering his bone and tripping him to the ground...

Koffin then approached the fallen man nad knelt down do grasp the knife from his hand... It would probly be safer to have some sort of protection Koffin thought to himself as he removed the knife from the fallen mans hand. Then Koffin spoke to the man "Let this be a lesson to you..." the man then whimpered in pain "What?" then Koffin replied "What you learn is up to you..."

Koffin then spotted as he exited from the alley way a small chinease resteraunt named General Lee's... Koffin approached the resteraunt an seeked whatver refuge he could in the building. He would surley want to dry his shoes before he entered into Sky City.......