Gun Running

[Madotsuki]

Unlike the first time someone brought her to a tunnel, there was a distinct lack of copious backtracking. Mere minutes after leaving the house, the dreamer and the Gear Grinder arrived at the designated exit. There wasn't really much she could say about it-- it more or less looked like all the other tunnels she came across, except this one opened up from the ground rather than the wall. She turned to say goodbye to Crusher, but he was already making his way back to the Blue Moon Cafe. With a sigh, Madotsuki hopped in.

The Night Terror wrapped her fingers around a disheveled ladder and began descending one rung at a time. The damp air clung to her lungs, and Madotsuki hastened to reach the bottom before the atmosphere choked her to death. Before long, she made her way to the end and dropped out onto another road.

Considering that the state of each Tier worsened the farther down you go, the dreamer wasn't all that surprised about the condition Tier 6 was in; she was actually surprised that this place was somewhat inhabitable. Tier 7 couldn't even be called a city by any stretch of the imagination, and Madotsuki didn't think that a city could be worse than Tier 5.

Remembering that she was now in Rust's territory, the Night Terror took no time in readjusting her backpack and racing off. Her eyes flickered between each alleyway she came across, hoping to see if anyone dared to attack her. No one did, but the man from before occasionally popped up; whenever Madotsuki stopped to see if she just imagined it, he was nowhere to be found.

This continued until she located one of the tunnels Crusher had mentioned. She was about to open up the entrance and bail, but a shot rang through the air and froze the Night Terror in her tracks. Slowly turning her head to face the sound, Madotsuki discovered that the man was standing behind her. A smoking gun hung from his right hand. Beside him stood a woman of about 18 years with white, toussled hair and gleaming, red eyes. A grey turtleneck shirt and white miniskirt highlighted her pale skin and black leggings. She held an iron pipe in both hands, and it was covered in what appeared to be rust... or was it blood?

"Thanks for letting me know about this, Errol," he said glancing at the man. "I'll take care of this." With a nod, Errol retreated further back.

"What's a little girl like you doing here?" she asked with a smile, leaning on her iron pipe. "You don't look like a gangster, but what do I know?"

Madotsuki said nothing, merely backing up towards the tunnel. Errol disappeared from sight.

The albino's smile faded into a frown. "I hope you don't mind if I take a look inside that bag of yours?" Upon hearing this, the dreamer whipped out her knife and attempted to stab the older woman. She acted just as quickly, and the blade met nothing but rusted steel. Immediately, the Night Terror felt something cold pressing against her back.

"You don't mess with Sabitsuki," Errol warned, his hand poised to pull the trigger.