The Search Begins! (OPEN)

[Zac Blaine]

Zac Blaine enters the busting West City, where he was told that his bounty would be. Of course, she could have skipped off, but might as well play his odds. Zac got his occasional stares and backwalks from others thanks to them viewing the holsters with the magnums. He didn't care too much, for it was rather appleasing.

Zac entered the first bar he found, ordering a tall scotch. He grumbled to himself when he was asked for his I.D., since he never got I.D. from where he came from. After that, he drinked his drink and when he was finished, he turned to the bartender.

"Oi, Barman! Can You tell me where to find a bbird name Maiyah?"

[Maiyah]

A man sat on the other edge of the bar, hunched over a couple empty shot glasses, with one fill one in his fingers. He wore a trench coat over a dark gray teeshirt, his own holstered gun tucked and hidden about his ribs under the dark heavy fabric. He looked up from his glass to the kid adjacent to him on the counter. He was shocked to hear the name of his former canary, and across his face etched a snide grin. He rose up on his seat, dark hair ruffled and bed-worthy, and his chin finely lined with beard stubble. His eye had been blackened and while it wasn't swollen, it was still fairly bruised and remained shut over a bloodshot eye.

"'ey... I may know the Maiyah you're looking for. Short little thing, red hair, green eyes?" He held up his had to demonstrate the height. He grinned and gave a little nod, "I know who she is and where you might find her..."

[Zac Blaine]

Zac was drinking his drink, listening to the bartender responding with a simple no. Zac sighed and closed his eyes with a pinch on the bridge of his nose. 'Something tells me this going to be a long job. Well, whatever...the bloody pay will be worth it!' He smiled to himself with his thought. Despite being a man for the common man, he loved money and will work for a million dollars to kill a innocent man. There was no bad or good, dark or light. Always gray, whether bent by the influences of power or money. This was Zac's way of thinking.

He drinked again when the man approached him. He didn't like this person's vibe. Still, he never turned down information, espically since Zac is seriously short on his resources.

"If I had the description of her, my bloody job be much easier! However,
since I don't, I'm listening, mate."[/color

[Maiyah]

Conrad gave him a look. Didn't he just describe her? "They give you a bounty with no description? Who the hell you work for, boy?" He sighed and took another shot, setting the glass down steadily before reaching into the inside pocket of his coat and taking out a small statuette of a lamassu. Taped to it was a small photograph of himself and a red-head with green eyes. "This is the girl you want, yes...? Here... you can keep the photograph. That canary escaped her cage a long time ago."

[Zac Blaine]

Zac listened close and closed his eyes. "First of all, stop calling me boy, you bloody twit. Clearly, I'm a bleeding adult. Secondly, the people who hired me will pay me big, therefore I ask no questions. Thirdly, I thank you for this." He took the picture and placed it within his pocket. He needed this.

"Thanks again, mate. What else do you know though? Whatever you got will help.

[Maiyah]

Conrad smirked and chuckled, watching as the photograph was torn from his fingertips. He shook his head slowly before ordering another shot. "Well when you're on the lookout for people as dirty as she and I, then questions are your best ally, mate." He gave a little shrug and took his shot as it was given to him, "But if you're not willing to ask, then why should I tell you anything? You have all you need right there."

[Zac Blaine]

Zac thought for a moment. Picture. Name. He had enough information for himself, but he realized why the people hiring him didn't give him any info besides a bloody name. Seems pretty ackward. Still, he did love his carrot at the end of the line. And nothing will stop him from getting that...besides a bigger pay from another.

He smiled at the man. He did have one last thing. "One last question. Where can I usually find her, cause I just want to find her, capture her alive and turnn her in for my money."

[Maiyah]

Conrad actually turned back to the counter and reached into his coat pocket, taking out a sleek dark red box of cigarettes, imported and foreign, classy and... expensive. He popped one out and lit it with an old fashioned lighter. He took a long drag on it and let the smoke flow from his open mouth and up into his nose. He then allowed his dark eyes to lazily meander towards the Englishman. "She is wherever the prices are high... and the stakes are higher... I believe she's on a job right now... Collecting somethings for a little blue man. I'll tell you where she lives though... Small house on the outer edge of a farm in the countryside. She has a dog that's always outside. Look for the motorcycle. You can't possibly miss it... Pay her a visit on Sundays... she's usually there on Sundays."

[Zac Blaine]

Zac smiled at this. The faster he got this bounty, thef faster he could go back home and spend, spend, spend! He thought about the front back home, living alone in a modernly nice house, where he trained and practiced. He got his head out of London for a bit and turned back to the guy, who was being suave with his cigarette.

"Good! I shall thank you, mate!". With that information and the picture at hand, he left to find this Maiyah once and for all.