"Now, would you kindly promise to not kill me now? And I'll repay the favour"
"Cutters, you say? Well, that'd be a stupid lie if there ever was one. You don't really gain anything by saying that." He pressed his other Predator against the man's abdomen he'd managed to unholster as he fell.
"At least you've proved you've done more than intimidate squatters, but I think it'd be best if you got off of me. For both of us, of course," He pressed the gun a bit harder against his stomach,"These things have a tendency to go off by themselves half the time, after all."
He stood and retrieved his other pistol which had scattered a few feet away against the wall of the alley. He holstered both and looked at his arm, nothing serious there, it'd be healed in a day or two, his leg was the more serious of the two, it'd taken him months to afford real leather pants, not just the synthetic crap. He leaned against the wall, keeping an eye on the hot-head, the slice was again minor, barely breaking the skin. His duster was still where the kid had thrown it, one of his knives still wrapped up in the folds. He grabbed both and put the duster on.
"I didn't come out here to fight you, asswipe, so stop acting like I did and go wherever it is you were headed to. The meet's already set me back months, so the job is back to being worth it again. As for these,since you've given my pants a new hole," He drew the knives out of his duster in a single motion and slammed them hilt deep into the concrete wall begin him,"If you can actually get those out without messing up the blades, lucky you. And don't attack me again, or I will actually try killing you next time. You leave yourself way open and don't pay attention to your surroundings enough to fight me. You're too much of a hot-head, so you can't have been with the Cutters long before they kicked you out."
Wulf walked back to the Club, grumbling to himself and covered the cut in his pants. He again gave up his guns at the door again and sat down at a stool, much less rickety than almost every chair he'd sat in, on a corner beside a troll and dwarf obviously having a good time.
"Just give me whatever you got with low alcohol, I'm not here to drink."
He was given some kind of drink that tasted of fruits, predominantly tomatoes, he thought, with some berries of some kind he wasn't sure, but he knew they weren't the CityBerries that grew outside his building. His again surveyed the room, nothing new here, just a couple of orks, some humans, the normal crowd.
