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A woman walks into the tavern carrying a black tattered duffel bag. As far as Dexter is concerned, only few females dare enter his den. And much to his interest, this one holds something very valuable. This might be one of those days.

"Dex. What you got for us now?" Sneered the woman in shades. "You know Ella, I like you. But every god damn time you enter here someone is always bound to die."

Ella sat on the bar stool near the wine cellars where almost nobody can hear voices.

"Dex, I thought we had an understanding. You know I can't just let it die out." Ella insisted. "I know girl, I know. But for christ sake give those people a chance to prove themselves."

"They already did. All it takes is that aptitude test and their bio. If they never meet my standards then it's away with them. It's that damn simple. How many times would I have to tell you that?"

"Then hear me out. As far as I know you guys are still on the low. And that's good. The problem is word spreads around Somerset real fast. Sooner or later the militia would find out what you guys are doing to these men."

Ella took a swig of whiskey from the table. She then handed over the duffel bag to Dexter's, slipping in it a few passes for Amateur Night Combats.

"The only solution to this is if you handle the tests yourself. Nobody has to die here." Ella said with a strangely calm tone. "I can't do that hon. A lot of people supervise my business here. I don't do murders and massacres."

"Then get me the replacements. I'll be waiting outside to fetch those recruits you will offer." Ella then stood up with a Johnny Walker held tightly on her hands.

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Posted Feb 16, 2016, 3:02 am	Last edited Jul 22, 2016, 2:21 pm by The Big Chief

The Big Chief
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As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Ella Schumacher had grown weary of pulling strings after strings of the gang she grew up from. At the very height of the 2 year leadership conflict, she had decided to move the duty to one of Wind of Change's earlier scout recruit Roxanna Erickson. Such was her decision to leave the gang that rescued her from imminent slavery and raised her to become their most efficient scout recruit they had ever had since Thomas "Canterbury" Han####.

But fate was as cruel as ever.

At the eve of her resignation she participated in an arena combat event sponsored by one of her bitter rivals from the Mafia itself. As that was supposed to be her send off event, she had given herself the sweet release of freedom from responsibility.

Needless to say, it was instead her sendoff party to her grave.

Medium Machine Gun rounds tore through her legs and torso in a visceral manner that an untested stomach could spew off one's lunch at the sight of the gore. The scene grew ever more dreadful as her breaths become more audible with her lungs collapsing in and her heart jutting out of her tattered ribcage. "Hic!" "Hic!" "Hic!". No one knew what was running inside Ella's mind as she expires in the arena, but none of that matters now, as to her the sweet release of death would seem to be a blessing rather than damnation. For what she sought was peace, and peace was given to her albeit in a gruesome inhumane manner.

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Posted Jul 22, 2016, 2:37 pm

The Big Chief
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A year after Ella's death and the subsequent collapse of Wind of Change...

The newer members are now scattered across Evan with no knowledge of what to do next, awaiting orders from a leader who shares the same state of mind. The other older ones are with Roxanna Erickson at Somerset, wracking their minds out thinking of ways to revive the now sullen gang.

And then, a young boy showed up their front lodge near Sir Latte's chapel. A boy named Travis Robinson, 19 years of age, came up to a half drunken Roxanna holding with him a piece of paper he got from when she advertised for a recruitment. "Is this the recruitment department for Wind of Change?" Travis inquired. Roxanna nodded in a fashion emulating that of an old man with Alzheimer's

"My father talks highly of you people. He said you ran lucrative missions through out the south with lorries squads as big as entire divisions." "So he said that hm?" She mocked the young innocence that stared at her rather voluptuous body.

"My father, was once a member of your gang. Howard Robinson was his name..." Roxanna immediately turned her head to face him, her face painted with astonishment. "Was?" she inquired. "Yes. He went missing during a courier mission to Texan. They were carrying trade goods and rare V8 engines, as far as his notebook told me"

Roxanna's face soon glimmered with delight and a slight note of soberness as she clarified what the boy just said. "So you're telling me, you're the son of one of the gang's founders?" "Yes. But I thought that you guys had already vanished after that botched mission in the south." the boy said.

She quickly grabbed the papers from him showing his bio and aptitude test results on a specific field: Driving. His bio was at best, above average for a boy his age; 50 on his strength capacity, his dexterity rating at 54, and his agility an acceptable 55.

She has never seen a recruit with such flat bio stats as his. "The fruit doesn't fall too far from the tree I guess." she remarks as sober clarity began to retake her head.

As she turned to her rucksack to fetch a couple of seals to pound the contract for approval, a young lady in her twenties ran towards her at athletic speed shouting her name in a frantic manner like that of middle-school girls.

"Miss Roxanne I presume? I heard you were looking for a recruit, I have the papers and heard the rumors. Name's Mary Dorado, qualified to take the roles of whichever you need to fill" the girl said with eager confidence. Roxanne frantically turned to the new visitor and snatched the papers from her hands.

Her shock just multiplied as her bio surpassed her expectation for a young girl. At 21 years old, she was pretty athletic, again well above average for a girl her age. Roxanne couldn't hide her excitement as she mutters under her breath "Too tunas in one reel."

As they all came back to WoC's compound to welcome the new recruits, Roxanna stared at the wilderness beside their villa, a grim reminder of what lies ahead for these recruits to deal and maybe, die from.

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Posted Jul 22, 2016, 3:18 pm	Last edited Jul 22, 2016, 3:29 pm by The Big Chief