"O-oh." The boy  muttered, nodding. He was a bit frighten of the man, who did not look the least bit friendly to him. Part of him was hoping the kid he was looking for<span style="font-style: italic">hadn't</span>met the man. "Ezekiel Zwei." He said. "He's m-my brother." He said, slipping into a German accent, his nervousness getting to him. "There you go, Mr. Leons, Ezekiel Zwei."<br/><br/>Outside, a man was leaning on a house nearby, eying the trade house. A simple black, buttoned up shirt and blue jeans were his clothing, with dirty blond hair cover a scarred up face. He had been checking this place out for a while, and knew today was the day. He moved towards the building, a weapon materializing in his hand. A pistol, with dark red design etched into the barrel. Get in, grab whateer money he has, get out of town. Nice and easy, not a bullet fired.<br/><br/>He took a bath to calm himself down, then threw open the door, holding out the gun. A quick curse shot from his mouth as he saw two others, forcing him to change his plans. "HANDS UP!" he yelled, as the boy yelled out. He reached out, grabbing him and pulled him back, jabbing the gun into the boy's back.<br/><br/>His eyes went from Alex to the shopkeeper, mentally cursing. "Don't move. Take out the money, give it to him-" He nodded towards Alex. "-You give it to me, I leave, and everybody is happy and fine." He said, the boy shaking in fear, his face pale.