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It’s late in the evening as you sit at a table in the Winged Lemur Inn. The final shipment of alcohol had just made its way down to the speakeasy below.
“Eh Y/N. Got a look at the paper today?” A rather dapper gentleman who worked for you asked.
“I have not. What upchuck has the press spewed this evening, Del?” You laughed. “Check for yourself, boss.” Grabbing the paper Del threw at you, you started reading.
mob boss starts turf war. Republic City Mob Boss “Shark Eyes” claims large area along with lives. All knowledge of this woman must be taken to the station immediately. Note, this mobster is guilty of alcohol trafficking, murder, drug trafficking, turf war, public disturbance, assault, and battery. Wanted dead or alive. Reward 1,000 yuans.
The end of the clipping had a drawn picture of you based on some witness that saw you. The whole thing was off; the nose, smile, face shape.
“Aye Del. Pass me that old pad o’re there. Seems there are some cellar smellers out for me. Get me some whiskey while you’re up.” Del tossed the old tattered note pad to you and walked to the joint to grab your drink. Taking an old ballpoint pen from your pocket you start writing.
Dear Copper.
The reason for this sudden letter is that you completely got my facial features wrong. Especially my nose. The old sniffer is more of a triangle. Rather upsetting stuff, I’m much prettier in real life. I right think your artist had better get a more attentive witness. You missed a few things I’ve done while I’m here chatting. Include being too damn attractive. I’d say I’m very attractive. While you’re at it, don't let any of your sheep see this. My boy here just got me my booze so I gotta go. Right nice having a little chat with ya Copper.
Signed Shark Eyes
(P.S. you, my precious copper can call me Y/N)
You signed the letter quickly, sealed it, and wrote it to be delivered to the Chief of RCPD. It was time for this hot-shot to send a letter to the chief of police. You downed the last of your drink and headed out into the night. Finding a PO Box you set the letter inside and walked away towards the home base.