It was late in the evening when Jane was walking in to New Minneapolis; just one of the now existing settlements after the second US civil war. She was wearing her usual expedition outfit of black leather crop jacket with a white under shirt and blue jeans with black high top combat boots and two gothic style gun slinger belts. Holstered on her hips are as always two glock 30's and slung around her shoulder sat a double-barrel 12 gauge shotgun crossed with a .50 caliber high velocity anti-material rifle.
Walking into Jakob's place as the bell above the door rang. "howdy" said Jakob from behind the old world cashier cabinet. " seems like you have enough firepower may i interest you in something for close quarters combat," Jakob said as Jane approached the cashier's cabinet; " no just need to tune up this." Jane said, as she placed the anti-material rifle atop the cabinet. " What seems to be the problem with it?" Jakob asked looking thruogh the scope. " The sight is off by a few centimetres and the trigger gets jammed every so often." Jane explained; " well I'll have it cleaned and in working order before you leave town, just stop by tomorrow to come pick it up." Jakob said setting the rifle down. " we'll negoiate a price when it's ready." " Do you know of work in town that needs to be done?" Jane asked; " Not around here no, but you might wanna check in with Sheriff Heimerschmitt; he's always looking for help. His outpost is just up the road from here." Jakob said; " Ok Thanks for the tip." Jane said as she exited the store.
Walking toward the Sheriff's Outpost a stranger from the shadows appears in front of Jane. " well, well, well look what have here boys." the stranger annouced as five more persons step closer into Jane's sight. " What's a cute little thing like yourself doing out so late." the stranger said as he spat out his chewing tobacco that was in his mouth. " Just headed toward the Sheriff for a job." Jane said with a look of disgust. " No need to go there; a pretty little thing like yourself I can give a job. Right boys!" the stranger heckled with the five others. " So which is cute or pretty?" Jane asked with sas. The stranger grabbed Jane's wrist forceful and said "Now, is anyway to talked to your savior?" "Savior?" Jane spat out, " if you don't release my wrist in 5 seconds your the one going to need a savior." As the strange pulls Jane in closer and says " is that so?" At that moment, Jane took her free arm and jammed it into the stranger's chest launching him in the air; while in the air, Jane hurls the stranger over her and smashes him to the ground. "any of boys want to play next?" she asked. "no, no, ma,am" one of others said shakily. " lets get out of here." he said as the rest of the men ran. " As for you." Jane said kneeling down over the strange man "I have a gift for you." as she pulls out a tube of red lipstick and applies it to her lips. " A kiss of mercy for all your sorrows" Jane says as she kisses the man's lips. As Jane gets back to her feet and starts walking toward the Sheriff's outpost she glances back to see the stranger writhing on the ground to a sudden stiffness of death.
As Jane Steps through the door of the Sheriff's Outpost she is greeted by one of the deputy's at the front desk. "How may I assist you?" the deputy asks. "I'm here to see Sheriff Heimerschmitt, heard he has so work availiable." Jane says. "His office is the first door on the left." the deputy pointed down the long corridor. Walking closer toward the Sheriff's office Jane could hear the Sheriff in a heated conversation. As Jane is about to knock, a lady dressed in an elegant red dress stormed out almost knocking jane over if she hadn't reacted as fast as she did. "Come on in." Sheriff Heimerschmitt announced. "what is it that you need? someone did you wrong and you want justice?" the Sheriff said "no" as he looked at Jane; "you look like you can handle youself." he continued "let me guess your here looking for work?" Jane stepped through the doorway into the office. As she closed the door behind her she said; "yes I'm in town looking for work, though I am also looking for my brother who I lost track of about a week ago." Jane continues, "you see Sheriff me and my brother are on a hunt after the man the killed our parents and about a week ago My brother thought he a had a lead on where that man was and just took off without me, he thought I'd be safe not knowing." Jane says as ahe sits down. " I am just wondering if you have seen him" as she pulls out a photo of her brother, " he is always wearing our mother's locket it's Heart-shaped and reads on the back 'novis initiis'." The Sheriff looks at Jane solmnly, " me and my deputy's found a locket that matches your description up at the old mine just north of here." The Sheriff says as he pulls a locket from his desk and hands to Jane. As Jane starts to examine the locket tears start form as she reads the back inscription 'novis initiis'. "any sign of my brother?" Jane asks. "No, sign of him or anyone by that description." the sheriff explained, " my deputy's and I searched the area thoroughly with no luck." " Then I will have do what you and your men couldn't." Jane said as clenched her fist with the locket.
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