>>18704966"FUCKING CHRIST!"
The dealer shakes with fear as three bullet holes appear right next to his head.
>Okay pleaseee don't try my patience again. I don't wanna shoot ya but I can search this entire house before the police arrive and I'm leaving here with what I came for, 'kay?"......Bedroom. Loose floorboards in the back right corner."
>Danke schön!Kanako skips over to the bedroom, before stopping and pinching her nose. A heavy smell that can only be described as body odor and chemicals hit her nostrils.
>EWWWWW! Can't you clean up around here?!She holds her breath and darts over to the dirty corner, tearing out loose floorboards. Underneath them is a dufflebag. Kanako pulls it out and brings it back to the restrained drug dealer, sitting on the torn apart couch. She zips opens the bag and taps her ear.
>Raven here. Lotta Obsidian Rush, uh, I think. And dealer money, 5's, 10's, 20's, blah blah blah. Why do you gotta have me do drug busts anyway?!"Because it's fun to watch you cope." Prophet replies.
>Wait, really?"No. Retard."
"W-who are you?" The dealer asks, starting to panick and fight his restraints.
Kanako looks at him as she zips up the duffle bag. Then she digs through her backpack to pull out her tranquilizer gun.
>Well, in the next minute, just a bad dream for you. I'll shoot you with this, um, I call it a sleep gun, then stash some of these drugs on you and have my friend call 911 anonymously! You're prolly going to jail for a bit and you won't even remember why! Cool right?!"Wa-wait, wha-"
Kanako shoots the dealer with her tranquilizer gun before sliding both her backpack and the duffle bag on each of her shoulders.
>Oof...h-heavy. You heard that, right Prophet?"Already dialing the number." Prophet replies as she puts out her cigarette and taps her mic.
>Wha?! Gimme a few minutes next time!She complains as she grabs her shotgun and runs out of the dealer's house.
>...Tolddddd you the shotgun would work better. 