It was a bright, sunny morning in the floating city of Columbia. All of the citizens had risen and done their morning prayers before carrying on with morning routines. Kennedy McIntire had awoke with the rest of her town, no real way to avoid it with Comstock's voice blaring through the streets, preaching nonsense at the people. She shook her head and sighed, and then rose to prepare herself for the day.

It had been a year now since her father was killed, but everyday she was reminded of it. It didn't hit her as hard these days, but his memory was something she intended on preserving, and that included the Knights. It had started out as a rag-tag bunch of people who took jobs that needed to be swept under the rug. But it has evolved into something more now, with Kennedy at the lead. More members have joined the ranks, many young and ambitious. The Knights of Songbird are a respectable society, known for their willingness to help those in need, whether it be a small task or a big problem.

Kennedy walked out of her small home into the streets of Columbia, where people were already bustling around. In her hand she held several posters, intended to alert her fellow members of the next meeting, but in a discreet way. She walked down the street and pasted one of the posters on a building in the square. On it was an image of Songbird, and under the picture was a quote: "The Songbird flies where the soldiers fight. Join him in protecting Columbia." Kennedy knew that her trusted Knights would understand the coded message, and she knew most of the regular Joes' would pass it off as a patriotic homage.

She made her way down the street towards Soldier's Field, pasting her posters on walls and benches as she went...

Jonathan woke up very early on in the morning. He may have been living there for quite a while now but he still couldn't sleep much with the screaming of the other test subjects but hopefully today he would be able to help. Through a very small tear around the size of a Ping pong ball, Jonathan watched out over the city of Columbia like he did most mornings. He wasn't very good at pin pointing where the tears would open but he had gotten lucky a while back when on happened to open near a Meeting of the knights of songbird. Since then he had been trying his hardest to figure out the best way to get to them. His tears usually opens up on a certain street which wouldn't be very good for getting to Columbia discreetly but he Hypothesized that if he could make his way through the facility he was currently being held captive in. He could escape. His plan was fairly simple, He would do something he had hoped to do for ages and walk through a tear to another universe to get past the cell door that confined him then he would return to the facility through a new tear and make his way to the best possible point to get to Columbia. He hoped it would work.

A young boy ran though the slums of Shantytown and "The lady demands your blood!" Were the words that rang after him. The boy ran as fast as his young body would allow him, but it all proved for not when he met a dead end at the end of an ally. The fear in the child's eyes, as the large hooded figure slowly made it's way towards him, could only be compared to that of an animal's seeing the predator move in for it's killing strike. The shadowy figure removed a steely blade from it's back that was neatly settled behind a large coffin which was engraved with the late Lady Comstock. "Your blood shall help wash away the filth of the city..." The figure said in a raspy whisper as it lumbered it's way to the boy, a flock of crows slowly starting to gather around the two. "And my blade shall be the instrument of it's release!" The hooded thug roared before raising it's sword above it's head for a blow that would of undoubtedly ended the boy's brief life. But much to the fortune of the child the crows that once seemed to obey the figure let out a series of bloodcurdling screeches before dive bombing the dark clothed brute. "Aw, my children what is it that drive you to such madness?!" The figure bellowed as it tried to swat away his former "children". It did not take long for the would be murderer to notice a new person at the end of the ally, one that was also masked though only partially. "You?! You dare use my own children against me?!" The hooded figure shouted while knocking away a crow that was trying to peek out his eye. "I'll kill you!" It roared before lunging at the masked man at the other end of the litter filled ally. But when the hooded figure's blade should of made contact with the masked man, who made no effort to move from his spot, he diapered into a murder of crows. "Wh-What?! How did you? Wait... it's you! The Dreaded Crow!" The figure managed to stammer out before the masked man reappeared behind it and quickly ran his own sword across it's throat. With a final wet gasp the hooded thug feel to the floor limp. Turning to the boy the masked man pulled down his mask revealing a calm smile. "Hello William. Do you got what I asked for?" He said in the smooth voice of a man who didn't just commit a murder. With a jitter nod the boy, now known as William, reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumbled up piece of paper. "I-I do mistah. Got it off t-the wall like you told m-me to." The boy stuttered out before shakingly handing the man the wadded up paper. "Good job William. Now here go get yourself a nice meal." The man said still in the same smooth voice while handing William a purse of Silver Eagles. The boy grew a toothy smile, though he was missing a few, as he took the purse. "Thank ya mistah! Thank ya so much!" He said before hurrying out the ally, though he took extra care to inch by the body of his former assaulter. "Smart kid. Got to remember to use him again." The man said with a smirk before unwrapping and smoothing out the paper he was given. "The Songbird flies where the soldiers fight. Join him in protecting Columbia." He read to himself before folding and tucking away the poster. He drew his mask back up before heading out the ally, stepping on the still warm corpse of the former Crow. Leroy now knew where he was heading and he hoped when he arrived at Soldier's Field that the rest of the Order would be there already.

Clarence sipped on the steaming coffe as he made his way to the station, the beaming sun forcing his eyes to squint. He scratched his face lightly as his trench coat fluttered gently behind him. He had had a long night last night, paper work was still overflowing from his desk. So many cases, so many suspects... The cobblestone streets were already filled, people shopping and making conversation. He gave a few acquaintances nods as he continued on his way, not bothering to stop. The wind blew gently, sending a cool breeze over Clarence. He stopped in his tracks as he waited for a bridge to lower into place. He glanced over at the nearby buildings. A poster hung on the wall stating something about the Songbird flying and protecting Columbia. He rolled his eyes, the ridiculous propaganda was like an annoying fly. It was always there, buzzing in your ear and just when you think it's gone, there it is again. As he progressed into the Shantytown, the town began to reflect the lives of the residents here. Clarence felt the badge in his pocket bounce with his jacket, along with sidearm. At the office, he had a shotgun which was secured to the side of his desk. He sighed once more as he finished his coffee, and turned into a nearby alley.

With a lighthearted smile, Daniel backed away from the small shopkeeper, his hands in the air. "I swear to you, I didn't do anything." His voice was thick with honeyed words. Hopefully he could wriggle his way out of this one as well. As of late, he didn't happen to have been in the right place at the right time, at all. As it so happened, he was normally directly channelling the opposite. "Look miss, I don't know anything about-"

"OF COURSE YOU DO YOU HOOLIGAN!" She lifted her broom and narrowed her viscous brown eyes, spittle flying from her mouth. "I KNOW YOU TOOK MY HUSBANDS BOUTONNIÈRE!" She wailed, swinging her broom at the air in front of her, barely missing the young mans baffled face.

Feeling that now would probably be best to leave, and not to explain how a dead mans flowers meant nothing to him, that he didn't steal them, instead he ran. "Sorry, but I'm running late to a meeting...It was nice to meet you!" He shouted behind him, rushing through the crowded cobblestone streets, carefully weaving through the many bodies with ease. He had done this plenty of times.

Finally reaching an end to the mass of people, Dan slowed his pace and flattened out his clothes. "...Goodness" He uttered a few choice words after, but that will be left to the imagination.
His light amber eyes lifted and locked on a nearby bench. Oh, how nice it'd be to just relax for once....His eyes fluttered up to a poster placed directly in the middle of the bench, causing him to smile. Oh, good ol' patriotism..
For most people.

A smile still plastered upon the young man's face, he turned and gladly ran through the massive crowds again. He had a meeting to attend, and he didn't want to be late.

James lay in bed completely bored. He wasn't very angry that he was turned into a little brother. Sure it sucked but the world was still pretty much the same. His brain wasn't altered when he was turned unlike the little sisters who had been changed to see a magical heaven or some crap like that. One of the people who experimented on him told him he would be given a big daddy soon which the mere thought excited him.

He knew very well that it was the pheromones or whatever that was making him excited about it but he couldn't shake the urge to have a big daddy. The urge to call him Mr. Bubbles or to picture him as a knight in shining armor. But it wasn't James' intent on having a big daddy. He wanted to get out of this grimy hellhole but he knew he wouldn't make it anyways. His appearance, the disgusting thing he was turned into, he hated it. James knew nobody on the surface would accept him or love him. Only Mr. Bubbles could love him now.

James shook his head, these constant thoughts about a magical knight and protector had been getting to him. He thought he had fully resisted the brain altering procedures but they kept getting to him. Sometimes the world would flash into a wonderful utopia. The corpses would become angels and the splicers, finely dressed party goers. It sickened him. If there was anything he hated more than this horrible city, it would be his hatred for being lied to. For not seeing things the way they are. Angry, James grabbed his baseball bat and smashed it against the wall until a nice hole had been made. When he heard footsteps coming, he threw the bat under the bed and acted like he was reading his book.

Two men crashed through the door. "What's the problem here you little brat?" Ushered one of the men. James smiled and spoke, his voice sounding demonic in nature, like the little sisters. "I don't know what you're talking about." One of the men laughed. "It doesn't matter anyways, when you get a big daddy you will be like all the others, the pheromones will make you love him and make you unable to resist the urge to gather adam." James' smile faded. "In your dreams." He said, the men slammed the door and walked off. "Idiots." James murmured.

Jonathan decided to make his attempt and opened a tear and stepped through to a place with a huge metal structure pointing towards the sky. Jonathan walked a ways until he came to the point where he thought the hall was then stepped through a tear again and was back in the facility. He smirked as he ran down the hall when suddenly a man, probably a plumber, but that didn't matter much considering he was on a mission to escape. He quickly shot out a beam of old man winter at the man which froze him as he had just drawn his pistol. Jonathan ran up and took the mans pistol, Air grabber and wrench just in case. He began running again but heard multiple foot steps coming so he quickly ducked into a room unknowingly with the Little brother James.

Weaving through the crowded streets, the young brunette continued to slap posters wherever she could. She was met with the occasional grumpy citizen, yelling and griping at her for her actions, but she simply ignored them. At last, her palms were left empty, and her path was marked with a paper trail. That should do it. Kennedy let a small sigh out and looked ahead of her, she wasn't far from their meeting place now...

After a short ride on a skyline, she arrived at her destination. A bright neon sign glowed before her, "Welcome to Soldier's Field." She smiled and walked along the sidewalk until she was met with a barred door, which seemed to be locked shut. But, she knew just how to get in. Her hand began to zap and pop as her Shock Jokey charged up, ready to be unleashed. Kennedy found the electric switch just to around the corner of the door, and she released her vigor on it. The coil glowed blue with electricity and when Kennedy came back around the corner, the barred door was opened, revealing a nice little room that was out of sight of the usual passerby.

Kennedy entered the room, making sure nothing had been disturbed since her last visit here. The Knights met often, but they had to make sure to switch up their meeting places often, rotating between several spots. When she was satisfied that everything was how she left it, she walked to a chair and sat. Lighting a smoke, she awaited the arrival of her fellow Knights of Songbird.

After taking the gondola up to the boardwalk, Daniel leaned back on his heels and let out a small sigh. The view was spectacular, and it was something extraordinary. But, it also made him slightly motion sick. He felt almost dizzy whenever he looked down, but he had grown used to this dilemma over the years.

When the faint 'ding' sounded, alerting him of his arrival, and snapping him out of his thoughts, he returned among the much smaller crowd now, happy to be back on the ground. Or...Something close to it. The tall young man proceeded to walk along the boardwalk, smiling at the vendor who was always kind enough to 'fly' the 'songbird' for the curious little kids. Dan had heard the stories of songbird as a child, but had never seen the mechanical wonder himself. Songbird was as much of a mystery as Comstock House.

Putting his hands in his vest pockets, he made a sudden turn, just to make sure he hadn't been followed, then proceeded to go along in the correct direction. He gave a smirk as he came across another poster, apparently the last. Smart little things, he praised Kennedy for making them. They were indeed a clever way to keep the society a secret, and were luckily also cheep to make, especially if they were patriotic.

Dan saw the crackling shock jockey electric switch, his mouth suddenly pressing into a thin line. As good as the coils were, he wasn't too keen on Shock Jockey. It worked when you needed it, but it wasn't a very reliable source of energy; or salts. Though, seeing as he had arrived on time before the process would need to be repeated, his smile returned. At least he wouldn't be wasting salts today on accord of his tardiness.

Stepping through the doorway, his hands up in a peaceful gesture, he gave his lopsided grin. "Hey boss, hope I'm not late.." As his eyes scanned the room, he dropped his hands. It appeared that he was the first to arrive. Hmm. That didn't happen everyday. He let his surprise show through in his eyes, but kept his grin fixed in the same position. After taking his final examination, he headed to his seat, always towards the back of the room, but close to the others as well. Leaning back, he put his hands up behind his head and let out a contempt sigh, making himself as comfortable as possible. He wasn't too keen upon Kennedy's smoking habit, but if the girl needed a crutch, he wouldn't blame her for it. So, he kept silent and awaited for the rest of the Knights to show.

The trip from Shantytown to Soldier's field was always a long one, even longer when someone does it while making sure to move unseen. Leroy had spent years learning how to do so, but he still hated the idea of the very need of it. Having to stick to the shadows because some bigot didn't like the way your skin looked. "Disgusting." Leroy mumbled to himself, but he forced his mind to focus on the task at hand as he hooked himself to the skyline. Despite the sour thoughts that were festering in his head a few moments ago a smile formed under Leroy's masked face, flying through the cool air of the city always had a way of setting his mind at ease. As he approached Soldier's field Leroy dismounted into an ally just across from the Knights meeting place. He crouched as he readied himself for the quick dash he would have to make to get to his goal unnoticed. As he rose he took two steps back than sprinted forward, but just before he left the ally his body bursted into a cloud of crows that shot across the street and into the meeting room. As he reappeared in the room, just to the side of the doorway, he rolled his shoulder as if it was soar. "You know you could try making this place a bit easier to reach for us who don't have such "fair" skin." He said jokingly as he took his seat. "And those are going to kill you." He nodded to the cigarette in her leader's hand before pulling his mask down from his mouth, revealing a smirk.

Clarence pushed open the doors of the station, taking a break from the large stacks of paperwork. There hadn't been anything he had to show up to, just minor brawls and such. He leaned against the wall of the building, rubbing his eyes due to the throbbing behind his eyes. Suddenly, a scream rips through the air. He quickly darts forward, pushing himself from the wall. He rushes around the corner, and over to an alley where a group of citizens have started gathering. "Police! Move aside!" In the middle of an alley was a corpse. He rushed over and checked for a pulse, nothing. His throat was slit, which was Clarence assumed was the cause of death. Despite the blood, there appeared to be marks on the mans face. From a bird? Maybe that vigor, 'Murder of Crows.' Ironic as the man appeared to be a member of the Crow. He could hear the officers approaching. He glanced over and noticed a small trail of drying blood, as if the murder had stepped in it. Careless mistake, but it made Clarence's job easier. He stood up and began to follow it. The trail began to become less visible as it continued, but it didn't disappear completely before leading Clarence to the area of Soldiers Field. The killer was nearby, and they most likely knew someone would be searching for them. Clarence rested his hand on his revolver before heading towards the buildings.

James had been sitting on his bed again after his chat with the guards. They were always patrolling around but they were never smart enough to do something. James was lost in thought but he jumped when he heard the door open. Looking over he noticed a man had ran into his room, obviously hiding from something. James, being the mischievous child he was, decided he wanted to scare him. Quietly, James sneaked over to the man and went behind him before he noticed and screamed, "Boo!" trying to make himself sound scary. Even though he was a little brother, he was still very childlike. He giggled and jumped over to his bed. "What are you doing here?" He asked, jumping on his bed, excited because he knew something exciting was happening.

Jonathan almost leapt out of his skin when he heard a voice yell Boo behind him but when he turned around and saw it was a kid he let out a sigh and a small chuckle. "Promise not to tell no one?" He said deciding to wait a minute in the room just in case one of the people outside had thought they heard him "I'm escaping this terrible place and brining back help." He said. "I'm part of that dimension project thing" he explained then once he got his thoughts together he asked "why are you here?"

James giggled more. "I wont tell no one, Mister." He said, sounding childish and demonic at the same time. He sat down at the edge of the bed, kicking his legs as he looked at the man but looked away when he met his gaze, ashamed of his yellow eyes. "I don't know nothin' about a dimension thingy but it sounds fun." He giggled. But at the last question, James' face hardened. "I was taken from my papa and made into this." He whispered, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at his grey skin. "I'm being assigned a big daddy soon and I hate it. I don't want one." He said as one of the tears fell onto his cheek. But as quick as before, his mood changed and James perked up. "Would you bring me with you? I don't like it here. It's so scary and gross and everybody is bossing me around." He asked as he jumped and hugged the man he had met less than a minute ago.

Jonathan was put off at the change in emotions and actually never looked at the kid hard enough to realize that he was a little brother until he had run over "I hadn't planned on bringing anyone..." He said but when he remembered his tears of James and lightly pushed James off him then squatted down to his eye level "the closest you'll get to your own big daddy is me kid. I'm Jonathan" he said holding out his hand for a hand shake. He liked the kid.

"Good girls gather....gather...gather..."

The low, dull, ringing CLUMP, CLUMP of two massive metal-bound boots upon the tiled floor killed the conversation of the opulent Rapture citizens in Siren Alley. Tuxedo-clad men and women in long cocktail dresses shuffled warily out of the way of the massive, out-of-place beast that trudged across the halls of the reputably naughty area in complete silence.

On the shoulder of this beast sat a small girl in a white pinafore, white socks and shoes clean and sparkling for a good presentation. Her face plastered in white facial make-up, that barely touched the neat and tidy brown hair that was tied back into an immaculate ponytail. The only thing unnerving about the child were her eyes, glowing a sickly yellow and devoid of irises or pupils. She gave the Big Daddy an affectionate pat on its cold, slimy metal helmet.

"Mr B, I think there's an angel in the pipes. I can SMELL it. Are we going to get it?" urged the child, rising and falling with each heavy, burdened step of the Big Daddy - a Bouncer, clean and sparkling and devoid of blood or rust. Only the occasional barnacle and algae patch ruined his appearance, giving an unnerving appearing to the maintenance worker - as if the hulking muscles and power drill weren't unnerving enough. He, too, was wearing a white suit - something that would inevitably become ruined in time.

Her presence brought out some scantily-dressed people from the Pink Pearl, faces appeared in windows for fleeting moments like little flickering lights, men and women spoke in hushed, gossiping voices about the duo. The girl looked like a porcelain doll, the Big Daddy was like a white-clad submariner from the depths of the sea. No-one asked what their work consisted of, no-one got close to them. "My Phillip tried to kick one of the girls once," the whispers embracing Poppy's ears. "They couldn't find a piece big enough to bury..."

Of course, the voices slipped away when they reached Pumping Station 5. Poppy stirred restlessly on the shoulder of the Bouncer, and slipped off, skipping forward. "Angel shining, angel shining..." sang the girl. The Bouncer let loose a groan, reverberating around the metal helmet, and paced after Poppy.

"We're always so clean before I fall into the rosies, aren't we mr. B? I don't want to fall into the rosies again, though." idly commented Poppy. She took her white ADAM syringe off her back, approaching a filthy, rotted corpse. A couple of flies buzz around the puckered, rotting flesh that drooped off of the splicer's face like saggy leather. Clutched helplessly in his bony fingers was a half-empty plasmid bottle, and his clothes hung off the body pathetically as if they too want to fall off the splicer's form.

Poppy approaches the corpse, kneeling down. "Hold my hand, Mr B...it's scary when I do this..." she whimpered. The Bouncer grunted and obliged, stomping forward and holding out a massive gloved palm. Poppy held on to his finger while the white cloth comfortingly enveloped her hand, and she plunged the ADAM needle into the body of the splicer.

Poppy let loose a choked gasp, looking around the pumping station in fear. What was she doing? Why was she here?! Why does that man look so ugly, she had to get out, she had to-...Poppy pulled out the syringe, filled with ADAM, and stood up again with a little peaceful smile on her face. "Thanks mr B! That bit always scares me, but I don't know why..." chimed Poppy, wiping the needle off with a cloth. She stepped over the splicer corpse, getting picked up gently by the Bouncer.

"I'll drink my ADAM in a minute, mr B! Don't rush me, I'm not that hungry yet..." whined Poppy, despite the Bouncer not saying anything. The residents of Siren Alley looked at her with wide, frightened eyes and tried to ignore the dark red on her knees. Perhaps she just tripped. Perhaps she just fell over and hurt her knee. Maybe it wasn't even blood at all.

Somewhere among one of the rooftops of Columbia, Jefferey laid out stretched in the sunlight, enjoying the warmth of the suns rays as he napped. Of course the blasting of Comstocks voice and the usual bustle of the city kept him from actually getting any rest, eh, it was worth a shot. He stood up and stretched and looked down among the many people, until his eyes came across a familiar looking girl putting ever so familiar posters here and there, ignoring the gripes of passing citizens.

Jeff's smile widened as he began to make his way off the roof, taking a running start, he leaped from the rooftop to a neighboring one, not losing a step as he leaped again toward a lower skyline. He hooked to the skyline and zipped off to where the meeting place was. He loved being on the skyline, the speed he went, how everything else just zipped by as a blur, he yelled out his enjoyment as he neared his destination, swinging from the skyline and rolling once he hit the ground. He stood up with a little hop in his step and brushed off any dirt or gravel from his clothes, and fixing his hat, nonchalantly making his way to the meeting area.

Once entering the room, he smiled at the three already waiting, "Well if it isnt my favorite knights!" he said with a wide smile on his face, his naturally upbeat voice mimicking his own emotion. "Daniel, early arent you? Thats a new one! And Leroy, you know, I hardly ever get to see you outside of meetings, we should really hang out sometime!" he said as he strode to his seat near the front of the room, kicking back and leaning against his chair as he looked up at Kennedy, a mischievous smile across his face. "Now now Kennedy what did I tell you about those cancer sticks? Either stop smoking them or at least share with me. Besides, I did that thing for you that time ago so you totally owe me." he said as he extended his tattooed arm toward her, his eyes giving an innocently pleading look as he waited to see if she would humor him with a cigarette.

The dripping of water from the rusty pipes echoes through the halls of Rapture. The ocean water outside of the glass covering the walls with a blue hue, which some may consider beautiful. This beauty is muted by the sounds of feet, running through the shell of the once great city. The woman runs, glancing behind herself to try to catch a glimpse of her pursuer. Her escape leads her past writing on a wall, which she does not waste time reading. The words are written in a dark orange, which has faded over time. The phrase they make is simple, "The Physician will cure us all." The woman reaches a doorway, one that should open at her mere presence. But it remains shut, trapping her like an animal. She turns slowly, and sees the dark figure at the end of the hallway, blocking her exit. She raises her revolver, aiming it shakily at the man. She gulped, blinking a few times... and the man is gone. Her eyes widen, searching desperately for the assailant. She took a few steps forward, the mask she is blocking the peripheral vision. But behind her, in a flash, the man in the plague doctor mask breaths calmly. Reaching out, a needle pierces into her skin and a fluid begins to be pumped through her blood. The world goes blurry, and she collapses into a heap on the group. Her eyes dart open, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She attempts to sit up, but if held down by something. Looking down reveals that she is trapped to what appears to be an operation table. Nearby, the man stands over a dolly, looking down at what appears to be metal. He reaches down slowly, and picks up a small instrument. He turns, and tilts his head at her. She glances down at his hands and spots the instrument, a scalpel, being heated by his left hand using what appears to be Incinerate. After a moment, he walks forward and leans over her. He speaks in whisper, the mask centimeters from her face. "I will cure you of your malady." He readies the scalpel over her stomach. "Hold still... This may be painful for you." The sounds of screaming can be heard throughout the hallways for what seems an eternity, followed by a deafening silence.

Kennedy smiled as her first Knight, Daniel, showed up surprisingly early. She offered him a nod and a smile, "Early, huh? What's gotten into you?" She smirked, but before she could hear his response, a shadowy cloud of crows appeared and there manifested another member of their posse, Leroy. Kennedy let out a small chuckle at his comment and shrugged, "Well we wouldn't want it to be too easy to get to, would we? Can't have any regular Joe just waltzing in here." She took another drag from the cigarette in her hand, exhaling the smoke. It wasn't a habit she had intended on picking up, but with the stresses of the job, it was either alcohol or nicotine.

Kennedy watched as the group began to assemble, taking their seats and waiting for the last few to show. "Have a drink guys, get comfy." She slid a couple bottles of beer down the table towards Dan and Leroy. More footsteps entered the room and Kennedy looked up to see Jefferey bouncing in with his usual enthusiasm. He happily greeted all the members before taking his seat. "Well look what the cat dragged in," Kennedy said with a smirk as she puffed on the cig. She couldn't help but smile at the ornery expression on his face as he looked up at her. "Yeah yeah, I know." She tossed the still smoldering stick to the ground and planted a foot on it. Reaching into a pocket on her skirt, she pulled out the carton of cigs. "Oh look, it's your lucky day. Last one," She grinned and handed the cancerous tobacco to him, tossing the carton aside. "Alright, that's the last one. No more for either of us, eh?" She gave a quick wink and straightened up to look at her friends.

"Alright guys, let's get this over with." She walked to the doorway and peek out, making sure they didn't have any spies, then returned to her place at the front of the room. "Now, first things first, that crooked guard over in Shantytown that we took care of hasn't tried anything wise yet. Looks like we got him in check, now those people have a little less on their back." She cleared her throat casually and continued, "Next order of business, we have a new contract. I was contacted by a storekeeper here in Soldier's Field. They've been ransacked 3 times now, so tonight we stake out the place and wait for the rat to come to us." Kennedy looked at the three, "Hope you boys didn't have a hot date tonight," a sly smile played across her face.

Daniel tossed a sloppy smile back to Kennedy, her humor always lightened the job. "As a matter of fact, I did." He shrugged, "They won't mind if l don't show, but I'm pretty sure it'll get cold." He pursed his lips before continuing.
"Y'know, hamburger's can't stay fresh forever" He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets before heading out into the cold air.

He wasn't one for dating, to be honest he was shy near most girls, and wasn't good at making new friends. But, that didn't slow him down from at least having a bit of fun with people he knew. Running his hand through his light brown hair, Dan strolled down the street a ways, giving space between him and the others. He only hoped that the shopkeeper in question wasn't the woman who blamed him for the stealing earlier, he wasn't too keen on getting a broom in his face.

His amber eyes shining against the artificial lighting, Daniel spun lightly on his heels and tilted his head. "If you don't mind me asking, who exactly is this shopkeep? Or did they wish to remain anonymous?" His careless smile returned, curiosity flaring in his gaze.

He leaned back on his heels, the policeman wouldn't be too hard to deal with. But, he wasn't too sure. Each time they confronted him, he seemed to get a little bit... It was hard to say. Perhaps, smarter about them? He just seemed to know things he shouldn't. That itself was a big put out. He didn't need to ask questions about him, having talked to him before, he knew just what he was getting into. Or, at least he thought he did. His eyes shifting between Kennedy and Jeff, lingering for a while before he pulled them away, lips pursed.