Bridget rolled her shoulders and cracked her knuckles to relax before she picked up her pistol and placed herself in an offensive stance. Staring hard at her target, breathing easy and very focused, she waited for the countdown to begin before she fired off any rounds. Her opponent was a man named Bruno, one of the top marksman here and one of the few people who sold firearms in the black market, a tough looking man to boot who was a lot larger than most of the people in here. But she wasnâ€™t afraid of him in spite of his intimidating presence. She was more than ready to show him up, prove that there was only room for one top shot in this town, her. That didnâ€™t mean she was not nervous, however, oh, she was very nervous. Sweat beaded on her forehead, heart thumping in her chest, but her gaze was ever unwavering as to not show falter.<br/><br/>The shooting range was set up in an old warehouse located in what was possibly the shittiest part of the city, thrown together haphazardly by the people who lived around here. She might have contributed a few things here and there as well just to keep the place alive. It was comprised mostly of old cans with drawn on numbers to keep score, scattered around the area. An old and moldy rope marked the point where the shooter should stand.<br/><br/>Every weekend Bridget would spend her time here proving to all the men that she was the best marksman in town. Bruno showed up a few nights ago and lured her out, saying that he was just itching to challenge her. How could she turn down his offer, it was not often that someone came a long way just to see little old her. Bridget has been dying for a challenge herself now that she has been on top for awhile. Everything just seemed so boring, which was pretty rare in a city where someone would sooner rip your spine out for looking at them the wrong way. This little shooting range hidden away from whatever law enforcement remained in the city. Whatever law enforcement that was not corrupt in some way or another, meaning. So far this little sanctuary as it were has not been snuffed out yet but who knows how long that would last.<br/><br/>The objective of the game is simple enough. When the signal was given both shooters were to take out as many of the cans as possible. Whoever has shot the most cans within the time limit wins, the winning prize was none other than a little respect, truth be told the contest was more for being recognized as someone who deserved respect more than anything. Bridget waited patiently for the signal to be given before, keeping her posture ever relaxed. While she waited she scanned in the area to plan out her strategy of which targets she would hit first. The usual complaint was her patterns were a little predictable, but she somehow always managed to surprise her opponent. Her expression was cool in spite of the adrenaline running through her veins, how nervous she was, and her opponent showing the same sense of calm. He didnâ€™t seem nervous at all and she liked that.<br/><br/>She wondered what he was expecting from her, having come a long way to challenge her.<br/><br/>â€œIs there a woman around here by the name Bridget Adler?â€ A single voice had changed the whole atmosphere of the place.<br/><br/>Bridget sighed, irritated that her fun had been interrupted. A few people in the area groaned showing that she was not the only one that was irritated. She lowered her gun and turned her attention towards the man who had called for her. â€œIt depends on who it might be thatâ€™s asking.â€<br/><br/>â€œI-Iâ€™m just a messenger. I have note, was told to give it to Bridget Adler.â€<br/><br/>â€œA note? Curious. Well in that case, the one youâ€™re looking for happens to be me. Who might this note be from?â€<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s from Joseph, maâ€™amâ€¦â€ The man walked up to her and handed her a slip of paper.<br/><br/>After she read the note over carefully she arched a brow. â€œJoseph? I canâ€™t say I know anybody by that nameâ€¦â€ she mused. The odd request had taken her aback â€œWell if this Joseph fellow is sending me a personal request then I suppose it wouldnâ€™t hurt to grace him with my presence.â€ With a shrug she stuffed the note in her pocket and looked towards Bruno, who was pretty disappointed by the look onm his face, â€œSorry, handsome, weâ€™ll have to play some other time.â€<br/><br/>About an hour later she had finally arrived at the Greenend bar where she was to meet this Joseph character, what a dump this place was. Given the location of the place she really wasnâ€™t all that surprised. Bridget didnâ€™t come to bars much because she could not stand the smell of both alcohol and sweaty men in once place, not to mention the louder than it needed to be music. The lighting was dim and the atmosphere was clearly unfriendly, evident by the glances she received by some of the drunkards and other people loitering here. Tough-looking men eyed her up and the look the bartender as giving her wasnâ€™t any more welcoming. It was not her idea of a hangout, and made her wonder just what kind of person this Joseph was if he was located in such a grimy place. First impressions meant a lot and this guy had better be pretty damn impressive if he was going to ask her to do this little favor as it were.<br/><br/>She made her way to the barkeep as quickly as she could and flashed the note to him. The man was a real piece of work, slob written all over him, perfectly suitable for a place like this, and if that was not enough his personality and the way he looked at her really didnâ€™t do him any justice either. Quietly she followed him to the back where Josephâ€™s office was. The cramped space leading there was not any better than the dirty bar; she really had to hold herself together to keep from cringing. It was a real relief once they reached where Josephâ€™s office was.  The space was large enough to fit a few people and it seems like she was definitely not alone. There was a motley group gathered around and they all seemed to be staying away from each other.<br/><br/>Well wasnâ€™t that lovely.  A room full of strangers was never a good thing, and there was subtle hostility in the air. Bridget hoped that it wouldnâ€™t escalate.<br/><br/>She had thought about taking a seat but since nobody else seemed to be she instead joined the bandwagon and stood against the wall. Then she spoke out to nobody in particular, not really caring if she seemed too talkative to anyone or spoke out unnecessarily. â€œI for one hope this Joseph fellow will make it worth my time coming here.â€ He seems to be expecting more people as well, judging by the looks of things, she added to herself.