Jin broke down in laughter at Talibah's memory of old man Garin firing him into the sand dune. "I did use to get into a lot of trouble back then didn't I?" Jin said, managing to reckon the sentence out in between his skits of laughter. "Who would've imagined three street kids like us would be living the lives we lived now." Jin stated, staring off into space momentarily with a grin. "I also remember a certain Stupid Prince who proposed to my sister everyday since the time he met her..." Jin said, smirking widely as he'd tease Talibah. "You might not be the man I envisioned her to be with but I guess your okay too!" Jin exclaimed, giving out a hearty laugh. Annabella broke from nuzzling her sister tightly to turn her head towards Jin, "If it was up to you, she'd be committing incest." Annabella said grinning. "Why you-" Jin retorted, smacking his younger sister across her head with with a swift fist, of love of course. After this Jin would indeed tell Talibah about his interest in checking on the security around the Treasury, "I'll be back Stupid Prince! We'll drink to sun up once everything goes as planned." Jin commented, waving his hand as he departed. Almost two hours later, chaos had ensued.

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As the tear gas filled the patio above, from among the waiters appointed to cater during the ceremony, several of the once staff turned criminals, reached under the tables to remove rifles to point at the Royalty's guests. However, this wasn't any run of the mill robbery, as the masked army motioned towards the staircases on each end, attempt to ascend to the Royalty's area. Garin, who was standing on the stage, would shift his neck from side to side, in hopes of the cracking noise signalling a loose nature returning to his muscles. Transforming his limbs into bird fixtures, the half-bird man lunged towards the right staircase, gouging out the attackers masks with his talons, which were formerly his wrinkled human feet. "Fools. You think attacking this Holy Ground is that easy? Whippersnappers." Garin exclaimed. Remaining seated at his position ten meters away from the platform, Jackal flipped over the table directly in front of him, using it as shelter among the chaos, making a make-shift roof with the tablecloth which was prior over the tables face. Removing the red scarf around his neck, Jackal would fashion the garment into a makeshift face-mask to counteract the tear gas. This would happen exactly in time with Garin's transformation into the hawk like state. Sinking his claw like nails into the wood make of the table, Jackal would use his right hand, which was free from being wedged into the table to make a hole, large enough for the Minkman to stick his head through. Face-mask intact, he'd maneuver through the crowd of panicked bodies until he'd make to the area to the far East where the formerly stationed guards had prohibited entrance to. Once he was within two meters of the hallway's marble floor, he'd leap from underneath the coating onto the passage losing his moving tent.

Two guards stood behind to block the entrance, just in case the attackers tried to make into the palace and had noticed Jackal's attempt to enter into the Palace's hallways. Crossing their spears in an 'X' like formation, they'd block any streamline path from the foyer they were standing under, which spanned for about ten meters, into the main building. "Are you part of the attackers party too!?" one of the guards shouted. "Look at his ears... Their animal like... Could it be the mark of the devil?" the other guard stated, theorising in prejudice of his features. "Shishi... I don't have time for your comedy duo act." Jackal retorted quickly, leaping eight meters into the air, hopping over the men's guard, leaving about three meter distance between them as his lunge launched him pass. Once he'd land, he'd break into a sprint, bouncing off the ground in quick leaps until he'd make into the building, traversing another ten meters to reach a fork at the end of the passageway, he could either go left or right. Catching up in the distance were the two guards who'd broken formation to chase after the intruder, running with spears in hand in a disgruntle manner. "Left or right?" Jackal thought to himself, keeping his head on swivel to inspect both ends of the fork in the hallway. Turning right, Jackal would begin to traverse the hallway, as a noble and his escorts would be scene descending a staircase from seemingly the former patio area. Among them, was an old familiar face, "Scales! I mean, Kappa!" Jackal shouted. Running towards their direction, the nobles aides would draw their weapons in attempts to defend their master but simply shifting a few inches from side to side, he'd avoid their huge swings knocking out with haymakers to their solar plexus, respectively.

The noble in Kappa's care had looked quite pale but he got even paler when Jackal pressed his arms on his shoulders and asked, "Now... Where's the Royal Treasury located at!?" Jackal said grinning. The guard looking at the man's devilish grin nearly fainted as Jackal's scarf slipped down from it's fashioned position above his mouth and nose.

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Shooting up from his position angrily, Marco would walk over to G's position with her sniper, and remove a telescope from his pocket which he'd extend to the direction of the gallery to assess the situation. "Oh... That's the famous Falcon Windrunner... The Shipwright named Garin. G-" Marco exclaimed but his sentence and intended inflection was negated by G's words. "I'm already working on it... Boss." G said with immense disdain, as it almost killed her on the inside to refer to Marco as boss. Adjusting the scope from fire on the nobles, he'd line up the scope with the right staircase, obtaining the Falcon man's position on scope, reaching into her pocket, she'd switch the bullet in the chamber with three strangely shaped bullets and cock the barrel's clip in preparation for fire. "Night Night... Mr.Falcon." G stated. Double tapping the trigger, with moments delay behind the two shots, Garin had sustained gunshot wounds to his back shoulder blade and right wing, which reverted back into his right hand after fire. "Gargh!" Garin shouted, as his body fell from flight to the floor below. "Boss. We've nabbed the Prince's Wife instead." a message came in over the transponder. "The Prince... he's a pretty good fighter." one of the men reported panting, after being kneed in the face by the Prince. "Fuck it. Plan B. We've already gone over time. Grab the noble bitch and retreat. G will provide cover." Marco shouted into the snail transponder's receiver.

With a princess in hand, the kidnappers retreated down the staircase to the right, which was cleared from enemy fire due to G's attack on Garin. As the tear gas ensued, the traffickers gagged the kidnapped princess with a washcloth, tossed her into a white sack, and scaled the right staircase onto the ground floor, retrieving their wounded allies as they fled. Once they made it into the crowd, from the other side of the palace, five Super Spotted Ducks arrived, with all black feathers, which the kidnappers mounted and escaped into the cities streets. Those who didn't mount the ducks simply escaped into allies in the city, abandoning their masks and all evidence connecting them to the crime, blending in among the locals. At this point, G and Marco also began cleaning up their position at the Clock Tower's peak, descending via grappling ropes to the Tower's bottom. Exiting the tower, the mafia boss and his assistant simply retreated towards their hotel until further notice. Whereas, the runners, the grunts with the Princess provided the decoy, by fleeing the city via the spotted ducks. However, the Princess wasn't with the runners, before exiting the city, the runners would drop the hostage off at a designated location, which was the abandon restaurant behind Marco's registered hotel. "How many of you made it out? Roll Call!" Marco asked via the transponder. As the men went down the line, three men were still trapped in the court engaging in combat with the guards. "Seems that 3, 5, 8 are still trapped in the yard." G reported. Removing a small controller from his pocket which had buttons from 1 to twenty on it, he'd press the agents designated numbers. A lethal chemical was then injected from their snail watches into the men's bloodstreams, killing them instantly.

"You disgust me." G stated with cold eyes. "Pawns are meant to be sacrificed. That's what you and my old man don't understand anymore. I'm the new boss because I get things done." Marco retorted. Walking from the city's square towards the alley leading to his hotel, "I don't need loose ends in my operations." Marco stated grinning at the thought of killing three of his own men. After this, the tear gas had ceased, the Royal Guard escorted the nobles to their respective chambers, trying to make sense of what in the world had just transpired. Garin's daughter rushed to his aide, as the man was mortally wounded with bullets that had been seemed to be tipped in Sea Stone. "Anyone! Someone! Doctor! Immediately!" Windrunner's daughter shouted. As the medical team hands were filled taking care of the injured in the court, Garin's hand strapped onto his daughter's arm. "I- I- don't have much time. Listen to me. Protect those Princes at all cost. The King-" Garin said, struggling to finish his sentence before losing consciousness.

"Shishishi... I'm not the one causing the trouble. I'm just crashing someone else's party." Jackal stated, shooting a devilish grin towards his former survival game partner. As to his comments about finding him when this whole mess was over, Jackal simply nodded. "Eh. I'll buy you a few drinks before you set sail!" Jackal said before turning his attention towards the snivelling noble. With little to no effort, the man's verbal vomit revealed the location of the Treasury, with precise instructions to boot to. Dashing off from his position down the hallway, Jackal would make a series of complicated turns before stumbling upon 'The Giant Gold Door' with Alabasta's National Crest imbedded on it that the Noble had squealed about. However, as he turned the hallway, and inched closer and closer to the door, he'd notice that a fleet of guards were standing in front of the door, almost twenty, no, twenty-two in number. As his trademark devilish grin extended from end to end, Jackal leaped from his position about ten meters away, soaring over the heads of the army, to reach their hind. Using his speed to his advantage, he was able to gain a environmental advantage against the men, who stood at the end of the ten metric hallway, landing at their rear, he'd notice that the door itself was a placeholder in a sense, as a much smaller door was crafted to the right of his position about two meters away. However, the Alabasta Guards having their pride refused to have Jackal advance any further. Changing positions to face the Mink, the first of the guards to engage in combat stood at about eight feet tall, and towered over Jackal, as many people did, with his petite stature. Raising his spear at a horizontal angle, the guard proceeded to attempt to impale the Mink's shoulder, with enough force that the spiked weapon would skewer through the Mink's arm like a shish kebab. Skipping backwards three inches, Jackal allowed the man's momentum to topple him into the ground, as his spear wedged into the marble floor. The collision caused the man to loose grip on his weapon momentarily.

Pushing off the ground with immense momentum, Jackal curled his knees upward and extending their force at a forty-five degree arc towards the man's face, leading with his left knee to stun the man in his nose. The miss attempt at attacking Jackal had dropped his height by about one foot, due to his slouching position, Jackal's body didn't have to travel far for the single knee strike fracture the guards nose. If the force wasn't enough, the electrical discharge to his cranium was more than enough to leave the man in a pool of his own urine, convulsing from the electrical pulses. Hopping backwards a few inches, so his back would press against the golden door, he'd look at the remaining men's faces at their colleague, as fear filled their hearts, Jackal would simply wink playfully at the lot. "Damn Mink Demon!" one of the guards at the helm of the pack shouted, motioning for scimitar to engage combat. "Wait!" a voice echoed through the hallway silencing the guards would be futile attempt. Emerging from behind the large thirty foot door, through a much smaller, nine foot entrance, Jin, the Hero of Alabasta, known as 'The Bull' appeared. Turns out, it was Jin's voice and he'd been waiting in the Treasury for hours. The noise of the commotion on the outside had awakened the man from his slumber. Walking through the door, leaning slightly below his standing height of ten foot, the man standing to Jackal's right flank, yawned, adorned in his Royal Red Robes and Golden Chest Plate Armour beneath it which covered his entire body, except for his face, from neck to feet.

"I had a feeling you'd be coming here... Jackal." Jin said grinning widely. "Seems your more excited to see me than I am to see you." Jackal responded returning the man's grin with a slight smirk. A cold sweat came over Jackal's body, it was a feeling he'd never felt in his whole life. No, that was a lie. He'd felt like this once before, as a child, he was lost on Zou, and wondered into the Night Time Section of town after hours. By accident, he'd stumbled across a general of the Night Side's Army, the aura that oozed from his body was a mixture of what could only be described as bloodlust and experience. Jin had the exact same aura, if not even much more defined. Cracking his knuckles, "How shall we handle this, Jackal? The Pirate Bandit. You could say you got lost... and that you'd happen to stumble across this place." Jin said grinning. "I'm lost and I stumbled across this place. Is what I would say, if I knew that'd get me out of this situation." Jackal retorted in a mocking tone, understanding full well the gravity of the situation. "However, that glare in your eye seems to say otherwise." Jackal said, his smirk fading and a much more violent grin emerge, almost menacing.

"See that's it! That's the face I've been looking for Jackal. I'm not one for much words but shall we scuffle?" Jin said, bending his knees. "Shishishi... No thanks. I'll retreat for today." Jackal said, bending his knees. With a slight moment delay, both men pushed off the ground. Jin moved in a streamline manner, almost like a bullet train towards Jackal's position. Jackal on the other hand, had other intentions, lifting his feet off the ground with a light jump, raising him about one feet off the ground, he'd ricochet off the giant door, retracing route down the hallway he'd originally entered from. Jackal had made sure to delay his actions, from the floor to the wall, to make sure he'd add enough force to escape Jin's range. Pushing off the door, Jackal launched himself off the door with immense finesse, enough force that he could achieve height to escape the guards spears and landing safely without too much backlash. However, the moment Jackal launched off the door, Jin converted his feet into bull hoofs, which greatly quickened his pace. Within inches of Jackal, Jin used his wide arms length to slam the Mink into the ground. "Nice try." Jin exclaimed grinning.

As the force of Jin's grip dragged the man downward, Jackal disbursed an electrical coat around his body which caused the man to break his hold with a toss. The force of Jin's toss sent the Jackal gliding about one meter along the ground before the bruises from the contact with the floor became reminders on his back of Jin's true capabilities. Breathing heavily, Jackal pushed his hands against the floor to attempt to regain stance, struggling for a few seconds before retaining an upward position. "His strength is out of my tax bracket... and from the looks of things, he's not slow either." Jackal thought. "I'm guessing you letting me walk away is not an option?" Jackal inquired. Grinning, Jin opened his arms before slamming his palm into the other, "Not a chance." Jin stated. Controlling his breathing, "I guess I have no choice but to fight then." Jackal said grinning with a devilish flare. Pushing off from his position four meters away from Jin, Jackal used his maximum speed to close the distance between himself and Jin instantly. Being significantly smaller than Jin, Jackal's inward stride stood him about waist height of Jin's body. Using the moment from his step-in, Jackal would slide-kick the man against his ankle, sending an electrical surge through his kneecap. The attack would cause Jin's stance to buckle downward momentarily, lowering his height to around eight feet. However, Jackal's kick was met by Jin transforming his leg into that of his Zoan form, absorbing the bulk of the attack, making the electrical pulse feel like something similar to a bee sting. Folding his right fist, creating a tunnel in his palm, Jin placed his hand over his mouth, inhaling until his lungs filled with air to it's maximum capacity, which was much more than that of a regular human's span. As his chest puffed outward, it'd decrease almost moments later as a large gust of wind pressed the Minkman into the ground with enough force that it made his head bounce against the concrete, plastering the side of the man's face in blood. "Dijin's Wind - Impact Breeze." Jin exclaimed. As Jackal's body bounced off the marble floor, it was met with a quick right haymaker that sent the Mink flying almost three feet to the North of their current position, Jackal breaking his fall into a pillar within the chambers contents. Vision impaired, Jackal was discombobulated, fighting his hardest to achieve coherent thoughts but the hit he'd suffered against the floor had began in him showing signs of a concussion. "He's strong." Jackal thought. "I think he might be even stronger than Gin." Jackal continued his train of thought, as his body slid down the pillar allowing his feet to touch the ground.

The pillar was pretty much Jackal's crutch, allowing him to stand upright. "I pride myself in not being the fastest or the strongest. I just built my body's speed, strength, cognitive ability and stature to above average at most. My real strength comes in reading people's moves and developing my own skill-sets." Jin stated confidently, as he began a slow trot towards Jackal. "Your strength is scary... Shishishi..." Jackal retorted. "I've figured out how you fight now but it appears I can't even move the way I want to now." Jackal said, as he'd attempt to move his body but he couldn't even budge an inch. "All of your movements have delays. Hands down, your actually faster than me in my human form but each move you make... There's a fear in your heart not of me but much deeper. Every movement you make has a slight moment of hesitation and that's why you lost here today among other things." Jin stated, arriving directly in front Jackal's face, staring him eye to eye from a slanted angle due to his height. Extending his arm outward, the man's hand grasped around Jackal's throat in a perfect clutch, adding pressure to choke him unconscious. "Give up. I don't know what part you play in this terrorism today but I'm taking you in for questioning." Jin stated grinning. Disbursing a net of electricity around his body at the maximum voltage Jackal could've created currently, Jackal disbursed the electricity along Jin's right arm. "Go Fuck Yourself Lesser Mink." Jackal said grinning. Squeezing the last bit of breath to utter the sentiment, Jin's clutch remained frozen around the passed out Mink Bandit.

After the incident upstairs was resolved, the Royalty would notice that the Prince's Wife and the other Nobles were safe, however, Jin's little sister and bounty hunter partner, Annabella, was missing. Jackal would be transported to the Palace's holding area, where he'd stay unconscious for about three days.