You're Overpriced...

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--EXTENDED EXTRACT FROM THE TEASER STORY--

He glared at the Tv and took another sip. "Fifty Thousand dollar, man...Ha..." Gath laughed, shaking his head. "I must have quite the reputation."

"You do..." a voice said, coming up from behind him and sitting in the seat the Fox had been sitting in. "Bartender...Cola...." The figure said turning to face Gath. He wore tan, cargo shorts, a teal, blue shirt(unbuttoned) with a white T-shirt underneath. He slid down the sunglasses from his forehead and rubbed his brow before lighting up a cigarette. Gath eyed the white and yellow Hound. He didn't exactly look like the type to know about the crime world. Then again, based on appearances he could just as well been part of the drug runs. Gath took another sip of his beer and faced the Tv, ignoring the canine. He shivered as he felt the touch of Cold steel against his fur on his side. He looked down to see the shimmer of a Desert Eagle 50. AE pressing in hard. He looked up to see the canine holding the gun, but facing the TV as if he wasn't. Gath turned his gaze to the Hound's, a look of irritated confusion on his face. The Hound grinned, pulling back the hammer on the pistol and pulled out his cigarette with the other hand, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "Fifty Thousand Dollar man...You're overpriced..." The Click of the hammer was one of the last things Gath heard before the yellow Hound fired a round into him. The Hound stood to his feet and pressed the DE to Gath's upper back and fired another round,making sure he wasn't going to take his glory. Instantly the 'Neon Skyline' broke out with the sound terror upon hearing the Desert Eagle go off. The Hound grinned and took a puff of his cigarette, aiming for another night clubber. "You look guilty of something..." *Click*