Bill Snake Charmer Student of Hanzo Administrator
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(10/2/04 8:20 pm) Reply
Showdown: The DAY of the DEAD
It was past midnight already, but this little Mexican town in the middle of the desert was still fully awake. The most important celebration of the year, the Day of the Dead, was today. The day where all the families honour their dead relatives in a joyous ritual. No sorrow, just a cheerful respect filled the inhabitants as they danced, drunk and ate.
Little did they know, however, that five strangers had chosen their town to make a blood tribute to the Day of the Dead. Five strangers that, should they want to, could murder the entire population of the town without ever having to resort to a weapon. Five strangers that had murdered the equivalent to the town’s population throughout their lives, too. These five strangers had walked all around the town without being noticed, reaping lives in absolute silence.
Now a sixth assassin appeared out of nowhere, the boss of the previous five no less. It was Bill, founder and leader of the Deadly Vipers. Wearing cowboy boots and a suit, the Hattori Hanzo katana didn’t quite look proper for him. He walked along the narrow streets until he reached the town square.
The square was pretty big for such a small town, with a tree in the very centre. Lamps and candles provided a cozy golden light that bathed every corner of the place. Several tables and chairs had been placed right in front of the restaurant. The people that weren’t having a drink at the tables were dancing not far away; it was obvious that the whole town was partying in there.
Bill observed the crowd with expert eyes, standing on one of the corners of the square, right besides a stand which sold skull-shaped candy. He had classified all the people in there in just seven seconds. DiVAS –none yet. They were probably going to arrive shortly. Inoffensive people –about a hundred overall. Dangerous people –one.
With a quick gesture, Bill stopped a waiter by the simple means of putting the shathed sword before him.
“Send a Martini to that lady in red, boy,” he said, smiling kindly as if the sword was just a walking stick. “Tell her it’s from an old friend.”
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Oh, and for the record, letting someone think that someone they love is dead when they're really not is quite cruel.Bill
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