The room was dark as the man looked around the table, trying to make out faces as he listened to one of the other men speak. They were all crowded into a small dark room the only light came from a dim, dirty lamp hanging over the table. The bulb barely illuminated the table and left everything else in the darkness. There were cards placed in front of every person with a number on it to protect their anonymity, the card in front of the man was 6.The man hated this place, not knowing who he was doing business with, all he knew was that these people were very dangerous and had a lot of pull. He could hear the sounds of a gutter as water and sludge rushed past underneath a grate somewhere in the room.<br/><br/>â€œThis damn thing has killed too many of our people and cost us too much money we have to stop itâ€ Another man on the far side of the table said. His voice seemed very old and worn as if he had been alive for too long.<br/><br/>â€œThatâ€™s why we are having 6 over there hire some people. Speaking of which how is that going?â€ The man to his left spoke up in a youthful tone.<br/><br/>â€œWell I am to be meeting a group of prospective mercs today in a half an hour.â€ Number 6 said with a shaky voice he was more then annoyed at this group. If he had his way they wouldnâ€™t have met today there was no reason.<br/><br/>â€œGood then how about we call it a daâ€¦â€ A sudden crash broke down the door allowing light to illuminate the room followed by multiple shadows as men rushed in to subdue the group. Number 6 stood up as if to fight them but barely got out of his chair when a fist sent him flying across the room, his left eye severely bruised and his cheek bone broken. He bounced across the floor and landed next to the sewer grate and the men seemed to have forgotten him as they went around subduing the rest of the group, going as far as slitting the throat of an older man he guessed was number 1. An elderly man, he had short gray hair and sharp brown eyes, it was strange to see the blood gushing out of his lacerated throat and onto the floor as the light in his eyes dimmed. As soon as the men were sure that he was dead they dropped his limp body on the floor, his body made a soft thud as it collided with the floor sending up dust and droplets of blood as his head fell in to the pool they had emptied from him. The man turned stopping himself from throwing up, he needed to get out of here and there was only one way. Very slowly he lifted up the grate.<br/><br/>â€œHey you idiots, stop him!â€ The man who seemed to be in charge of the group yelled at his men. Two men quickly scrambled over to the man but it was too late he was able to roll into the rushing mix of water and sewage before they could stop him. The fast moving water carried him along without to many problems allowing the man to rest, and reorient himself. He laid back and watched as he passed grate after grate. Eventually the sewer opened up into one of the many canals that ran through the city. The man slowly swam over to one side and dragged himself out, gasping in pain, apparently being bounced across a floor leaves one with cracked ribs. He looked around and found a few familiar shops. Good he wasnâ€™t to far away from the bar, turns out he had more luck than he thought. He pulled himself onto his feet and started walking towards the bar hoping it wasnâ€™t too late and whoever those men were didnâ€™t know enough about who he was to track him down.