Thick as Thieves
The Third Rail was, at times, a quiet dive bar that boasted soothing live jazz. Other nights, like tonight, the place was raucous enough to be heard all the way across The Neighborhood and the deteriorating city outside its walls. Nearby residents weren’t foolish enough to complain about the noise level though. Not to the establishment’s owner or to the noisy patrons themselves. It was obvious the men that had flooded the bar were the dangerous sort, their leader, being the most dangerous of them. The way he conducted himself was polar opposite to the way his followers were behaving, but his silence and restraint seemed to make him appear much more lethal than the others.
The party was in full swing when the doors opened and two armed guards walked in. Following behind them was a much smaller man. Bright coppery hair shone in the candlelight. He looked cleaner than most, more put together. His coat was a long, tan military style and fit his slender form snugly. He took a glance around the room, his shiny light brown eyes landing and staying on Yongguk.
There was obvious interest there. He reached up with a delicate hand and untucked the strap of his face mask from behind his ear. He pulled the black mask off, revealing a face that was downright angelic, somehow unmarred by the harsh world they lived in. Chihoon’s expression was coy, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips before he turned away from Yongguk and approached the bar. His two escorts spread out to occupy themselves, leaving their boss who was presumably a successful merchant, to enjoy his drink.
