バンディットキング - Bandit King
Right and wrong is subjective, isn't it? In that case, it'd rather be wrong as many times as it takes to achieve my ideal of freedom.
All across Baltigo, flyers descended from the sky, each stamped with the seal of the Ninth District's Leader, Miss Ruins. The flyer's content was simple, the woman had been searching for the best thieves throughout Baltigo to gather in one place, The Thieves Den. The woman constructed the building to test her latest state of the art security systems that'd been used in all of her Bunkers across the Ninth. It was a demonstration that Miss Ruins put on to re-ensure her clients that her Bunkers were 100% fool-proof, and even if they weren't the person who'd manage to break into the Den would've been compensated with enough money to retire if need be.
The prize this time around was a Log Book, and it's author was known throughout Baltigo as simply, 'Black List' Cyrus. He'd kept tabs on the Kingpin's activity for years, and sold information to the Marine Core. Through Ursa's help, the man was finally captured, tortured and assassinated. What remained was a Log Book that held the secrets of every Kingpin, and secretly, all of the Nine desired to have it but due to politics, none of them could've openly buy it. The flyer's instruction was simple, turn in the flyer at the Thieves Den's Pop Up Station in the Nil District's Market at the provided stall, and be given the address. However, anyone who signs up must know that placing your hands in this squabble means inviting a world of hell in your future.
Sitting in the slums pub, the Bandit King shrouded in a brown hooded cloaked, ordered several glasses of Milk to help pass the time. Jackal used these kind of low-key off days to gather information without actually having to put in effort, with the Ball coming up, he didn't want to give off any public activity that someone of his Bounty would attract. Among the gossipers, the flyer's scribe came into his possession, a grin shot underneath the man's hood, as the drunks argued about which group of mercenaries would retrieve the prize.
"Shishishi... Maybe I should try my hand at it? It's been awhile since I've done an old school heist." Jackal thought to himself, as he'd sipped his lukewarm milk.