Baker Street // Baker Street (Vacant)

Welcome to Baker Street! This used to be the main place to be when it came to buying drugs. It also used to be under the Family's Control. However due to a battle between the Conquer Worms and Vulture team it is now in ruins. Building are mostly rubble, and everything is reeks of the deaths before. It is no longer a place well known for the drugs it sol, but is now a staple of countless deaths.

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Agan's Theme- Smuggler's Grit
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"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Agan was running as fast as he could, his breath right in front of him. The snow had already started, and it was getting colder. No way in hell he was going stay out here...not to mention the various thugs and goons that were after him. They wanted to mug him for his whip, which was in his hand as he ran, and a folder in the other. "FUCK OFF!" he yelled at them, turning into an ally, and jumping into a dumpster. The men started to idle around as he hid, but they didn't find him. They stationed guards on both sides of the ally to make sure no one got in or out. Agan crept slowly out of the dumpster, and headed up the fire escape. On the roof, he shot two guards in the head, and one to scare the rest off. He sighed, and sat down for a moment, but then he shot right back up. Oh yeah, it was god damn snowing. He ran down the same fire escape and headed back to one of the intact buildings on Baker Street. Their weren't many, but a few were livable...thank god. He dashed into one of them, panting and sitting on the wooden floor. "I'm home from the interview." he called, hoping any one of his group was there. Any one of his little troupe.

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Agan sighed, laughing.
"Well...I was coming back from the stupid Paladin interview...and well...you know, I was doing my thing, when these smocks tried to mug me! They told me to get on my knees, and I replied with "Sorry Gents, I'm not your mother from last night"...and they took exception to that." he chuckled, shivering and warming his hands up. He soon sat down, letting out a sigh. "Then they tried to kill me, I hid in a dumpster, escaped and shot them, they ran off, I came here, and I brought this." he held up the folder. "This is the information they had on file against me. I couldn't let them have this, no sir. So, I smuggled it out. Don't ask me how." he took out a lighter, and started to look through the file. "Yup...they got everything...not anymore." he lit the file on fire, and burned it, save a picture and a data disk. "This must be my smuggling ring...good...glad to have this. I needed the contact info on the inside...anyway, I digress, how are you Alice?" he asked, a smile on his face.

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Brandr sat in the opposite corner of the room dozing softly nodding his head back and forth with his axe up against the wall behind his rocking chair, He slowly rocked back and forth... Then the door slammed open and closed... He stood bolt upright at attention then went into combat mode... What!? Who?! Oh boss, don't fuckin' do that... He sat back down in his chair Wait Boss I thought you said you didn't need back up at the interview? Oh you stole your file... You know if you were planning that why didn't you bring me we could have been rooftop in seconds and gone?

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"Cause Brandr...that would have been too obvious...and impossible. The security there is too tight." he said, and laid on the couch. "It's snowing outside. I thought it it WASN'T supposed to snow in the fucking desert." he said, warming his hands up. "Geez...I hate this. Of all the damn times to get arrested...it had to be during the holiday season..." he let out a sigh. "I hate the snow...where's Oiche?" he asked.

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Brandr
The Axe Guardian

Noticing the white flakes on Agan Boss, what's that on your coat... Brandr stands up then walks to his boss and touches Agan's jacket and the cold snow melted in his hand... He jumped back, never having lived somewhere where snow was a thing, Brandr had the most shocked expression on his face... He looked out side in horror at the abominable specks of frozen water... He grabs Agan and moves him deeper into the room Boss, What is that Stuff? He had seen dangerous insects in the forrests working for other people and these seemed like likely culprits...It's like some kind of parasite that steals the heat from your body.

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Agan sighed.
"It's snow. It's not a parasite, it's fucking cold." Agan said, getting up. "It's like frozen rain except not. It turns white and fluffy, I don't know. I hate the cold, so you won't see me out in it, but it's harmless mostly." he said, looking at it. "It's nice to look at, I'll grant it that, but nothing else."

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Brandr
The Axe Guardian
Brandr Theme: A Dog's Dog

Frozen?!?!? How the Fuck!?!? That's so horrible it's like falling frozen dandruff designed to cause hypothermia and incredibly painful cold shocks as you walk outside. Brandr closed the door, locked it then pushed the couch in their little occupied house in front of the door. Well we'll just have to wait out these tortuous conditions... Right boss, alice? He said hoping for Agan or Alice to tell him this disturbing stuff would leave quickly.

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And suddenly, the couch Agan was laying on was near the door. Agan didn't move, but sighed.
"Brandr, we're going to have to leave it open for Oiche...in fact, I need to go check on him soon." he said, stretching a bit. "Yes, snow is horrible, but it has its perks. It's an excuse to cuddle with cute girls, amirite Alice?" he winked and chuckled. "We'll need to just endure it for now."

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Agan was a little taken aback by Alice's wink. She never did that. Well, it didn't matter now, Oiche was calling to them. Agan looked out the window.
"Hey dude!" he went out the window into the cold, and went to help him out. "Looks like work went well. Here." he started to help Oiche with the stuff, wanting to get it done quickly, so he could get back inside. "Move the sofa away from the door!" he yelled.

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Brandr
The Axe Guardian
Brandr Theme: A Dog's Dog

If you say so boss Brandr lifted up the sofa with Agan on it with one hand and placed it back in its original position, then proceeded to cloak himself rather warmly in a hood and went outside to help Oiche... Brandr liked Oiche a lot, he had a really funny accent that was just cool to listen to... Hey O'! Hunt went well I see! Where do you need it, just inside?

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Agan smiled and helped taking the stuff inside.
"I'll take the stock into the basement. We can decided dinner later." he said, taking the guns and ammo and whatever into the basement, and locking the door. He reinstalled the crude security system, and then came back up. He closed the door and sat down again. He looked Brandr and Alice and Oiche. He couldn't help it, they were awesome. Even getting arrested, they followed him. Who could ask for better friends?
"So...dinner?" he asked.

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Brandr
The Axe Guardian
Brandr Theme: A Dog's Dog

Here guys I got it...O' don't hurt yourself bro we need you and its my job to make sure your not hurt so I look bad Brandr said jokingly... then he walked over to the sled and picked it up over his head and carried it through the door on his shoulder.

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"Anything hot. I don't want something cold." Agan said, getting up. "So, anything you guys wanna do after we eat? We could explore a bit. Though we may wanna stay out of the factions territorys for a bit...until we can get business with them." he said, "Hmmm..." Agan went into the basement and came back with a guitar. He started to play it. It was an old gyps song he remember years ago. He smiled as he played.

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"Maybe...maybe Brandr and I could have a look around a bit. Leave Alice and Oiche safe..." he said, finishing his song. He got himself a beer and threw one to Oiche. "Drink. The laws outside of these walls don't apply anymore. We do what we want." he started to drink. "I heard some odd noises a bit a way from here...I am curious on what it could be. Sounded like...someone yelling with the doppler effect on it." he was gesturing to funland.

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Brandr
The Axe Guardian
Brandr Theme: A Dog's Dog

Brandr looked over to Agan... Of course we can boss, I'm up for it if you need me. But lets lock up. There's bad shit happening every minute of the day here. He put the sled down in the small house, put on an extra layer of clothes, put his axe on his back and walked over to Agan... I'm ready when you are.