Baltigo was a cesspool of crime, black market deals and the immoral. Much as the seasons change or the sunshines, under the reign of the Nine Kingpins, a constant mechanism that was prevalent in the Ninth District were 'Back Door Deals' and today was no different. Pacing up and down the room that stood on the top floor of the five story building, the pirate must have travelled at least a mile in the total amount times, he'd went from one end of the thirty by fifty meter wide room, with thirteen foot ceilings from the floor. He'd traverse along the horizontal edges of the room, nearest to the entrance, as the windows overlooking the city were situated to the Southern end of the lounge like area.

In fact, all of the rooms in this building was almost identical, with the same Victorian Styled chandeliers mixed quaintly with a French Interior Design. What was also odd about the building to first timers to the '7th Inn', was each floor only contained two things, a recreational room and a hallway, except for the ground floor, which was just a recreational floor. The hallway's themselves were half the size of the rooms on these levels, though the ceilings distance from the ground was similar in height, having a plain all white scheme, with orb like lanterns hanging from the ceiling, which shone dim in luminocity, due to the share amount of lanterns hanging from the ceiling, it gave the hallway a very modernised look.

At the Western end of each floor, starting from the ground floor were a lift or elevator system, and a staircase. However, oddly, the elevator would only take regular level Brokers to the third floor. From this level, it'd be two flight of stairs, leading to the fourth and the fifth. The fourth floor was nothing but a hollow shell however, filled with bodyguards and mercenaries as far as the eyes could see. The fifth floor which is the focal point of the 'Big Money Deals' had it's own bathroom, kitchen staff and butler to escort traders from the start or northern end of the hall way, to the South Area, where the rooms entrance were situated. On each level, at least two to five bodyguards at anytime would patrol the outsides of the hallway, before maintaining positions at the five meter intervals, until the end of the hallway.

Again, uneasy the pirate paced the room, until the words of the Broker overseeing the deal paused his anxious walk, directly in front of his position on the lounge chair. "I get that your nervous about this deal but... could you stop walking up and down already... It's dirtying up the floors with your nasty shoes." the Broker said, digging through his pocket to allocate his pipe. The man was dressed in an all black tailored custom suit, with designer shades to hide his crimson irises. Shivering as he talked, "I-I-I'm sorry!" the pirate exclaimed, bowing repeatedly. "It's just... I'm worried about my Captain." the pirate conveyed. "There's noting to worry about. This is Seventh District. Our boss isn't the kind of man you want to fuck with you feel me?" the Broker said rhetorically. "Your Captain's just at our vetting site to make sure the fruit is legit. After that, he'll be escorted here by our finest men. Once he makes it to the 'Inn', we'll have dinner. The funds will be transferred to your ship which is in the Eighth District, the 'neutral' zone where all the dealers stay. As long as everyone sticks to the plan, no one will die. We'll all be rich men. After all, that fruit is worth 1,000,000,000 Beli. I don't think you all understand the gravity of what you stumbled upon." the Broker said grinning, tilting his shades slightly to expose his blood red eyes.

"A-A-Ah.  I think you're misunderstanding me...." the pirate exclaimed, shaking his hands from side to side. "N-N-no doubt that the fruit will be confirmed to be what we say it is, after all, we stole the Devil Fruit Log from your Boss when we first started this venture. It's just... I'm worried none of your men don't piss him off. Once his temper gets going... There's no stopping him." the pirate said, shaking his from side to side in discontent on the idea of his Captain going wild. "He'd be a dead man if he tried that. The Marines- I mean, our clients have given specific instructions on how this whole shindig is suppose to go down." the Broker stated firmly. Pressing back in the chair, "So sit back... Have a drink. We'll be here for a while." the Broker concluded.

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At the Revolutionary Barracks in the mess hall, a single Den Den Mushi would ring. It'd be the call that two rookie operatives would've been waiting for, even if they'd miss the first call, the call would repeat until someone picked up the phone and gave the 'Safe' word. The voice message would declare as follows:

Juego Patron wrote:
"Please Juego... come back to bed." a woman in the background could've been distinctively heard. Playful fumbling could've been heard on the recording, until the next few words were picked up by the recording receivers. "Detenerlo Amor... I'm busy sending a message to my lovely recruits." Juego stated. Coughing, "First off, this is a prerecorded message. With that being said, this one is a big one, just don't die. Like you've read in your mission debriefing, you'll be stealing the Devil Fruit from the Ever Cold Pirates, and their Captain, Stephan Razin. Razin has a bounty of over 100,000,000 Million on his head, so he's big deal. I don't know if you've been told this already but I'll emphasise this again... Do. Not. Engage. Razin. He's way above ya'll pay grade. The street they'll be taking is Slavers Lane... A popular one stop strip for any kind of species of slave you can think of under the sun. That's about a mile away from your current location, to the North East. We've planted explosives, mild charges underneath the road under the guises of doing 'road repairs.' At exactly 7:00 o' clock, the bombs will go off." Juego explained.

"Use the debris as your cover... In the glove boxes in the barracks, you'll see Gas Masks with your names on them, as well, as road worker overalls. We've pretty much found out that their transport will be carriage drawn by horses. The Fruit will be in a chest on Razin himself. You have a ten minute window... Use it wisely. After which, we'll release a sleeping gas in the street. If you fail, you'll fall asleep and the outfits will just be your cover as road workers who got caught in the melee. If they discover your intentions, abandon the street, and your outfits and head towards the 8th District, it's neutral turf. No fighting can occur there... We have a safe house in that area as well." Juego concluded. "It's a lot to take in... but we need our revolutionaries to handle missions of the utmost delicacy at any position in the army." Juego stated.

After which a dial tone sound would continue on the line with nothing else to report. The Den Den Mushi had been wired with Black Den Den to ensure that the call couldn't be intercepted by any outside parties of the barracks.

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"See. I told you guys it's the real deal. I don't have time to make up stories." Razin stated, extending his arms across the long chairs edges. The Cipher Pol operatives would confirm that the fruit was indeed, the lusted after Gura Gura Fruit. In a old rotten wooden chest, made of Adam's Wood, lied the Purple Fruit which was shaped like a cumquat, with spiral swirls. Comparing the Log Book the Cipher stole from the Three-Eyed Tribe, and the Log Book that the Evercold stole from the Seven District Crime Syndicate, it'd been a perfect match of the descriptions. "It's confirmed. Our escort carriages will be here within moments. Get gather your men and meet us out-front. As requested, we'll be having one of our representative Brokers handle the exchange. Due to the low marine presence, the World Government has decided to save our resources and go through the Under World Kingpin's." the agent conveyed. Getting up from his seat in the backroom of the tiny one story house, he'd stretch. "I don't give a fuck about the world government to be honest. I'm going to build me a castle. Get me the finest broads across the map. Retire to the Blues somewhere... This pirate life ain't for me anymore." Razin stated.

Exiting Chase's Chop Shop, which was a block over from Slaver's Lane, Razin began to stretch after sitting down during the vetting process too long. Razin was a fairly tall man, around 6'2 but compared to the size of most of his bodyguards, he was shrimp in comparison to their ten foot builds. The ground began to rumble, coming from the West, three carriages jolted towards the area in front of Chase's. Within moments, the three carriages arrived, each separated by three meters from each other. Every carriage was drawn by two horses, and the coach attached to the horse drawn carriage featured a rider to the front. Each coach was a blacken box, with white windows to the look on the outside. The steps to climb aboard were currently, vacant and upon a settled arrival, the rider would hop off, opening the coach for the customers to board. Razin's crew wouldn't be riding with him, they'd be walking to the location minutes after the carriages took off, just as an added security and to have extra eyes on the road. The Ever Cold Pirates, one hundred and fifty in number, each known by their thick fur winter jackets, which bore their crews symbol on the back of the jacket. The Symbol was a Jolly Roger with a snow flake etched into it's skull's centre, designed by the Crew's First Mate.

Appropriate scheduling at hand, Razin entered into the centre carriage, along with the two Cipher Pol Agents. They'd be the only beings in this coach, to the front and rear coaches, the two highest ranking marines on Baltigo at the time, a Commodore and a Captain, would take a coach each, with about five grunts a piece. By 6:50, the men had boarded the coaches and proceeded to leave Chase's Shop, and began to traverse the street via the Eastern Route. At the top of the road, they'd be a fork in the road, straight, left, right, being the options. Once at the top of this street, they'd make a right, travelling for twenty meters, then making a sharp left, entering into the Slaver's Lane's Strip. This road was around twenty meters in length, with the headquarters, the Five Story Building being at the apex of the street to the West. It was now 6:55, by this time, the carriage was about ten meters into the road, and the explosives, were at the fifteen meter point. The explosive kick of the charges in the road wouldn't affect those standing to the sidelines of the strip, as they were buried deep enough so the explosion came off more as a fissure than a mass murder bombing.

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Doing a usual patrol around the compound's grounds, the guard who'd been sleeping on the job most of the day, stretched his legs around the perimeter, to make sure all was well in the world. He'd taken a slight ease in protecting the compound because, no one in their right mind would dare to mess with the 7th District's Kingpin. Exiting through the west side of the building, he'd see the figure of a man crouched down behind the open compounds wall, the man would be about three meters from the blonde's position, who'd from the looks of things had on baggy jumpers and a mask around his neck. Maybe he was working in the area, it'd look like workman's clothes but so close to the drop time, tension was high inside the building, hell, it was the reason he'd had to wake up and look alive. Drawing his pistol, he'd extend his right hand, pistol gripped, towards the crouched blonde figure. "Hey! This ain't no fucking chill spot buddy... Fuck off. This is private property." the guard shouted. This incident occurred at exactly 6:57pm. Depending on the man's response, the guard would signal for back-up inside the building, alerting that there was an intruder on the premises. If the male complied and move from the position, everything would proceed as normal.

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At this point, the carriage was at the fourteen meter mark on the strip. Inside the middle carriage, the Devil Fruit was encased in an iron safe, with a three part lock combination of dial, key and puzzle. The safe was about fifteen inches in height and nine inches in width, and it was fairly reinforced. However, this case was much more special than it'd look to the ordinary eye, the safe's feel had a gravel type feel, mixed in with the metal on it's surface were chunks of Sea Stone, about as big as pebbles and some as small as grain of sand. It'd been a new invention, shipped all the way from the North Blue for this specific task at hand. With the rise of Devil Fruit users in the world, every form of the subtlest security must be used agains them, as only a select few actually knew about the Fruit's Weakness to the by-product of the sea. The key to the safe lied with the Vice Captain, who was entertaining the Broker. As Razin stared through the bullet-proof glass, he'd see the Trade Centre in the distance, time had passed as he was stuck in his mind reminiscing about his days as a rookie from the North Blue, and how he'd make it so far. A grin filled his face, he was bout to be a new man, buy himself a new identity shedding from the pirates life. Suddenly, the carriages which had been traversing smoothly, had been uprooted from their course, suspending a few feet off the ground, as the earth's surface cracked open.

It was exact seven o' clock at the time, for about six meters in each direction, in the middle of the road, a large chasm eighteen feet deep now was the graveyard for the horses that once pulled all three carriages. The Coaches themselves remained on surface level, with the wheels damaged beyond no repair. The coaches themselves were still in good condition but the marines and pirates following to the side of the road, could've done absolutely nothing to anticipate this event. A thick field of debris filled half of the street, using the explosion site, or to onlookers, fissure site, as the radius for it's twelve metric span. The charge shook all of the buildings within the area, including the Five Story Building where the trade was suppose to go down. Looking from top floor, onto the Slaver's Strip, the Broker and Vice Captain peering through the glass, could've seen the street clouded in dust. Reaching in his pocket to check his pocket watch, the time on the Broker's Watch was now, 7:05pm. The men had no clue what in the world was going on but the Broker took no time for what if, he'd risen to his feet, dashing from one edge of the room towards the glass skybox on the other end, shattering the window, using his body as a battering ram, he'd launch himself through the glass, extending his elbow forward.

"Geppo!" the Broker shouted, kicking off the air multiple times using superhuman type strength. The technique allowed the man to literally walk on air, using quick jolts of his feet to stay suspended in mid-air, he'd been five stories above the ground, looking towards the area for any suspicious movements five meters away. He'd maintain distance for now, watching to see what'd happen with the carriages and if someone was brave enough to make a move. Five minutes would pass, after being suspended in air, the initial debris field was clearing up and just then, a flush of white smoke protruded from five meter increments on the strip, filling the entire road for up to thirty feet, and for the entire twenty meters with a strong active sleeping gas.However, the broker was about fifty feet in the air, with his keen perception, he could see everything in clear vision and he'd be well above the gas. Lowering his height to about exactly forty feet, he'd continue to inspect this whole time for any suspicious movements and only then would he respond promptly.

Timeline Interruption wrote:*Timeline interruption due to attempt at God-Modding - God Modding is taking control of a PC or NPC that isn't yours. This is against the rules unless you have a Skill approved by Staff that allows this. This is taking control of my NPC taking your hit. Not of Marshal,I know you had permission.

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The grunt at his three meter mark, a few feet away from the intruder felt a rattling of his gun, as if a force of some kind was attempting to pull the gun away. "What in the-" the man would think at the moment of strange phenomena occurring, instantly spooked by the action, he'd open fire in the direction of the golden haired brat. At first out of fright(the first shot) but then to neutralise the enemy, emptying his round of six. He wasn't sure if all of the bullets would hit, but unless the man was blessed with non-human speed, the shots to his kneecaps, shoulder and arms would render him pacified. After this, the guard who turned on his Baby Den Den in his pocket, alarmed the men on ground floor, about twenty grunts in number to circle around outside. "Come out side... Somethings off." the grunt reported. If the man had survived the gunshots, which would cause minor to major damage depending on the man's method to guard, it'd slow down his pace, possibly causing him to drop his mask. The man who'd been actually responsible for the movement of his gun would still be secluded behind the bush. It'd be his choice if he moved or tried to at least save his partner before the other grunts arrived, as the shooter was out of rounds and would be unable to stop their escape definitely, though, he'd try if it came to it.

As stated prior, the bombs would go off at 7 o'clock, the carriages would be completely destroyed and the marines, the guards of the trading site and all of the pirates trailing meters behind would be left stunned. The debris would now cover the whole road, leaking over into the area in front of the compound, making visibility impossible those without gas masks on. However, the injured blonde wouldn't have put on his mask by his own means if no assistance arrived, and he'd be subjected to the same coughing and contaminated breathing that the enemy had been. If nothing less than a miracle occurred. The Broker would still break the glass on the top floor, hovering above the dust field at about fifty feet, and the time would be around 7:05. Within the dust field, in the middle carriage, Razin would be covered by the bodies of the two dead Cipher Pol Agents. As soon as the explosion occurred, he'd grab the men's bodies, using them as shields to prevent shrapnel from injuring his own. Razin dizzy, would lunge from the momentarily air suspended carriage, rolling onto his back about twelve feet, with the Devil Fruit Case to his chest. Covered in bruises and scratches, the trembling pirate would cough and wheeze, as his lungs was filled with the dust caused from the debris. The Marine Commodore and the Captain in the carts behind would also survive, taking to use Geppo to climb above the dust field, being left wounded from the explosion as well.

"What the fuck is going on!? Did these pigs betray me!?" Razin shouted. At this point, the sleeping gas went off and the infuriated Razin was encompassed by the gas, fell asleep with the metallic safe in his hand. He was lost to any outsiders about eighteen meters within the gas field, from the West Side (starting from the Direction of the Trade point) of the street. Razin passed out. The Commodore and Captain noticed the floating black suited Broker above the field and dashed to meet up with the agent. After a few strides, they would be one meter apart before engaging in conversation. "Well... This isn't how I thought this day was shaping out to go." the Broker stated, chuckling nonchalantly. Sighing, "This will be a shit fest now Ragan! I thought this was the notorious Seventh District!? Who'd be foolish enough to kick up ruckus in a King Pins turf?" the Commodore shouted. Laughing, "An about to be dead man." Ragan retorted, taking a puff of his pipe which he now removed from his breast pocket. Exhaling, "The little rats will show themselves soon enough. I take it the safe was strong enough to withstand situations like this?" Ragan inquired. "Of course. Straight from the North Blue... It's top of the line. It even defends against Devil Fruit users touching it." the former silent Marine Captain chimed in. "Anyway... We can't be seen talking long... You're our double agent in this whole thing, Ragan. We'll talk at a later date." the Commodore concluded, dashing towards the debris. "We'll do something about the dust and this gas." the Captain stated, before dashing off using Geppo to follow the lead Marine.

In present time, the Marine Heads dashed towards the dust, ending their descent about five feet above the gas and dust field. "Rankyaku Cyclone!" the Commodore shouted. Kicking off a spiralling pillar of air, the cyclone suction in momentarily, the gas and dust for about ten meters at the centre of the strip. Once visibility had been accomplished, the Captain used this time to locate the areas where the sleeping gas was being dispensed. It was five areas in total, in five meter increments from their position, on both sides of the street, five gas dispensers in total, connected to the beams of various houses. "Rankyaku Whip!" the Captain shouted. Firing off three versatile, whip like wind blades, one by one, he'd eliminate the three closest gas dispensers, at the ten, fifteen, and two by the twenty meter mark. Leaving only one dispenser, the sleeping gas nearest to the building at the twenty meter mark, active. The cyclone would continue to disburse the gas until the carnage could've been exhibited. The road was left cracked in several parts, left with deep ditches about fifteen feet below the earth in some areas, again, at the five meter marks in the path but more so, the centre of the road. The carriages and the horses were decimated, Razin's position would've been revealed only to those close to his position, as finding the man would prove impossible, like finding a needle in a haystack of bodies.

It was utter chaos. Taking out the Den Den Mushi in his top pocket, the man suspended by his rapid kicks in mid-air, about forty-feet from the ground,  would dial the numbers '007'. Lifting the transponder's listening receiver to his ear, he'd wait for a 'Clank' to be heard. Once this had been occurred, "Tell the boss the deal's went south. Send the shooting squad. These idiots still think I'm a double agent for the Cipher Pol and it seems my former colleagues might be dead. There's been a bombing. We'll kill the Pirates and the Marines, blame it all on the culprits for the bombing, Capiche?" Ragan said in an inquisitive tone, hanging up the phone.

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Razin laid unconscious before the Revolutionary Rookie, only about two meters separated the two. It was at that moment that the marines attempt to lift the gas-debris combination would come into effect, revealing Razin on the left of Akira's position. Marshal would be no where to be found, whether his gas mask was fashioned on or not was undefined, if anything he'd either be lost among the carnage or sleeping behind the wall near to the exchange point. It spelt capture and eventual torture if the scouts from the building that had been disbursed at Akira's indiscretion. Laying in Razin's lifeless arms, more so his lap, if we're being technical was the safe that Akira would've needed to complete the mission. Several feet above the ground, hovering over the crash sites, the Marine Commodore and Captain had finally came to grips of the situation. "Oh my...." the Captain uttered, gaging slightly at the smell of the blood and gunpowder mixed into the air. The pirates had rushed into frenzy due to their Captain's endangerment in the crash. The marines that trailed behind tried to maintain a perimeter but the men's concern for their Captain's safety had left them aimless running around in the sleeping gas before, falling to their feet about eight meters away from Razin's body. "I'm going lower... Stay put." the Commodore said. Lowering his position, allowing gravity to take it's course, the Commodore within moments had descended from the sky. Once his feet had touched the ground, he'd position himself in the centre of the crash, on the outskirts of the middle carriage, that the Cipher Pol and Razin were travelling inside. The crater that the carriage laid hoisted the vessel in a way that the Commodore could see directly into. Inside, the Cipher Pol agents skulls were seemingly crushed by what appeared to be hand marks, the outline of fingers gripping violently on their skulls. Turning around to North of his position, his arrival would've been timed with Akira's arrival, about three meters separated them.

The Commodore would make no sudden moves, he'd just watch the 5'9 man intently, trying to get a grip of the situation. From the top floor of the building, the panicking Vice Captain had begin to sprung into action. Standing at about seven feet in height, overweight at almost 600lbs, the blob would spring from the top floor, transforming his body into a ball bouncing off the building into the vicinity of the crash. The force of the bounce would've placed him around the same position of the Commodore, thanks to the abilities of his Bounce Bounce Fruit, the impact of landing at such speed and height at the angle he was travelling at would've been negated when he reverted back to his regular form. Noticing the Vice Captain's move onto the scene, the double agent, Ragan sighed in annoyance. "This couldn't have turned out into a shittier day. The fucking lard is on the move now." Ragan stated, slapping his right palm into his face in frustration. "If him and Razin get going... We'll need more than just a shooter squad to stop those two." Ragan commented, dashing east towards Razin's position, about twenty-meters away. He'd move at a moderate rate, no need to rush, that way he could see when his reinforcements were arriving and everything that was occurring directly in front of him below at the carriages crash site.  

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At this points, all parties world's converged to this one position, Razin's sleeping point. The Vice Captain of the Crew crash landed, rolling over to about three meters from Akira's position, exiting his ball former to tower over the runt by one foot, blocking any escape from the south. Ragan descended from the sky, landed about three meters from Akira's position, landing from the West. From the East, it'd be the Marine Commodore, and covering the skies would be the Marine Captain. To the North, was the Sleeping Razin, who'd be about a few inches away from the man, and resting in the young Revolutionary's clutches would be the prized fruit. As the masked man gave his speech, the pirate Vice Captain simply stared into the male's eyes through the gas mask with immense intensity. With the calmest of expressions, "Oh. I'll just kill the lot of you then. The Brokers... The Marines... You agents... If I don't finish you all before Razin wakes up... It's all our asses." the Giant of a man said, trembling in fear at what Razin would do if he realised the Devil Fruit they'd stumbled upon had been stolen. In the distance, at about twenty-two meters away approaching from the East, the carriages containing almost fifty rifle men were impending to clean up the 7th Districts mess. "I guess reasoning isn't going to happen in this case. The deal's off. I'm not sure which one of you fuckers thought it was a good idea to cause trouble in 7th's Turf but oh did you fuck up." Ragan said, piercing the Masked Brat's eyes with an immense intensity.

From the South, sitting atop the ceiling of a platoon from about twelve meters away on the opposite side of the street, the Revolutionary General watched on with his binoculars. Sighing, "I told HQ this would be too much for these brats." Juego Patron stated, with the passed out Recruit Marshal strapped over his shoulders. "The Murdering Wrecking Ball, Klaus. The Russian Wolf Razin. Commodore Leon Greggs. Former Cipher Pol Agent, a man simply known by his epithet of Ragan. This is certainly a collection of incredibly bad men. What an interesting position you've found yourself in, Akira." Juego continued to say. Resting Marshal onto the floor of the ceilings roof, he'd dig into a giant sack that had various gadgets in it provided by HQ. From the bag, he'd eventually remove giant Bazooka, which was about twenty-eight inches long, with a barrel about 1 feet in height. Resting the massive weapon on his shoulder, he'd aim the mouth of the barrel to the centre position (the feet of Akira), looking through the scope before firing. "The Gods Have Truly Smiled On You This Day, Akira." Juego said, smirking widely before firing off the launcher. Moving towards their position was a cannonball, around the size of a basket ball. However, once it'd make it within four meters to there position, it'd be noticeable to all parties present. With their sharpened senses, everyone present would indeed attempt to avoid the cannonball's contact point but exactly at this four meter mark, the cannonball would prematurely detonate, releasing a smog which, from about four meters from Akira, would cover a ten meter radius outward, meaning that even if they manage to escape the contact point, eventually, the smog would consumed them, and it wasn't any ordinary smog, it was a sleeping gas much more stronger than first batch released by the canisters. With one last action, Juego would remove a small controller from his pocket, pressing the single button on the control. This would time a second round of explosive charges from the trade-point building destroying the area in front of garden. The debris would provide a cover for about the rest of the strip, starting from the twelve meter point if approaching from the East, providing cover until the fork at the end of this road. Meaning, heading West would be the perfect escape point for Akira, as the shooting squads carriages approached from the opposite direction and the 8th District was in this direction. Scaling the building into the rear-street, Juego would begin his escape via horse, Marshal and his bag of weapons attached and travel West, as well, via a different route towards the 8th's District.

With Ragan's vision obscured by the fog, the young Revolutionary was able to escape from the triple threat that was the Marines and the 8th Districts reinforcements. After Razin's Vice Captain began to go wild, moments after, Razin awoke from his slumber and began to lay waste to the 8th District road. The Marine Captain tired to chase after the vigilante who'd stolen the fruit but time had slipped away in attempts to subdue both Razin and the Vice Captain. So much so that went the party managed to chase after Akira, they'd only find a makeshift scarecrow in his place. The mission had been a success, though it'd have it's hiccups. After hours of fighting, Razin and Klaus were chained and turned over to the marines care, however, after leaving Ragan's control, the duo managed to escape from the ship's vessel. In a bar somewhere on Baltigo, Juego meets up with an operative to report on the mission, after dropping off Marshal at the rondevu point. Sitting down by the bar, "Is this what the Revolution is coming to... Send brats to do our dirty work?" Juego commented, signalling to the barkeep for two shots of the bourbon he'd been eyeing from the time he'd entered the rinkydink bar. "Our hands are filled elsewhere. Under personnel. The Big Four are out and about on campaigns. That's why sensei's like you should look after the upstarts." the operative retorted. "Anyway. Good job. Head Quarters has told me to let you know that the fruit is yours." the operative reported. The bartender slid the Revolutionary Generals glasses down the line with immense precision, just in time for Juego to down his first glass. "No gracias" Juego responded. "Give it to the brat. He's the one who clawed out of their with his own two hands." Juego stated. "But-" the operative interjected. "And that's an order. I think it's good to bet on the young blood. Besides, Devil Fruits aren't my style anyway. The World's Changing... Tell Betterman we all can't dance to the plot lines he'd like to write for the revolution." Juego said grinning.

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