Devil Cadejo I

"Sundown is coming close, those bastards better don't leave us waiting." A woman looked a the sunlight coming down from above, she was in the utmost darkest of places, a cold rusted basement with only a ray of light coming from a window above. The woman was a figure as dark as the room itself, the old lady was dressed in a long black duster and with an old cowboy hard with no shortage of dirt and even a bullet hole on its side. She was looking down at a table where her gun was completely broken down into pieces, slowly cleaning it piece by piece with the utmost care. The woman was just as scared as her clothing, her hands roughed by age and violence. Still, she had a smile on her face as she slowly began to put her old revolver back to its original shape.

"I've forgotten so much lately but taking care of my darling, that I still have crystal clear." She put the revolver back together and quickly shot an empty beer bottle at the other side of the room, her six shoot revolver worked perfectly as did her aim even in such darkness, she licked her lips and with a fast movement put the revolver back on its holster and sat down.

"I reckon that my client will come to pick you up in a couple of hours, I have to say they really left all the hard work to me, smuggling ya out of Villa Blanca was a bitter old time for sure." She reached out for a huge bottle of beer, surrounded by many empty bottles, she had certainly been drinking herself for hours now. She looked back into the end of the room where the vault gate was closed. There was no way anyone on the other side of the steel door could hear her but she kept talking all the same.

"Really when I heard of this job I thought it was insane, but I won't deny it, if I get it done I can finally retire, I can just take it calmly in my last days, I wonder if someone like me can really handle such a calm rich life?" She took the beer gulping it down. "The desperado, I got that name after killing so many that people just started to see me as a natural disaster, I wonder if becoming a legend was worth it a the end. There is no walking away from such a legend, no going back to a common life..." She dropped the bottle to the floor having already drunk all the bear inside, but she hardly looked drunk so she reached out for another bottle.

"Honestly I was hoping for a more exciting final job than this." She spoke toward the vault behind her but got no reply there was no way anyone could hear her on the other side of that heavy vault gate. She heard a loud bark of a dog and her eyes narrowed, the old woman put down the bottle and looked into the darkness. A shadow stretched from the floor, dwarfing her, it was the massive shadow of a dog marked upon the wall but it had no owner, it was just the shadow of something unseen, red bright eyes shined on the wall, thought it was a shadow it clearly could see and bark seriously.

"Really, there is a demon coming to us. How many people are coming old friend?" The shadow barked furiously.

"Only three people, they must be in a real dump to try and take me down with that little firepower, unless the demon in charge is just that confident, haha I knew it ,there was no way I could finish my last job without getting my hands bloodied one last time." The shadow grew smaller and the figure a black dog with bright red eyes slipped out from the wall, as it barked smoke came from its mouth.

"Let's go take care of them, partner, " The blackhound walked towards her and slipped into her shadow disappearing again.

"Wait for us here princess, will be back shortly." She looked back at the closed vault and reached for the revolver on her duster.

"Whatever happens now, the legend of the desperado will end by sundown."

The sound was coming down, outside upon the empty lot that surrounded a closed-down abandoned ironworks three people in black suits stud below the orange twilight. Rush Collins was standing with his arm crossed, with his two guardsmen at his side looking at the empty building.

"You think what the people from the information company said was true? How did one woman alone could kill an entire gang by herself." His Vice-captain O Conell covered his eye from the sun falling down on him.

"I heard some ugly stories when I asked around, people say she was pregnant when her fiance got kidnapped. It's such a crazy story, she supposedly gave her unborn child to a devil and tried to rescue him to no avail, he was already beaten down to death apparently it was an act of revenge from a gang her old fiance had attacked as a mercenary. They all died by sundown and she became a bounty hunter from then on...heh she really lost everything in a single day, I have a feeling she is not the kind of person we can underestimate, people with nothing left to lose can be the cruelest." The red-headed woman at his left looked at the bounty poster of the old woman.

"The desperado... sounds like a sad story to me, captain are you sure about this? Does killing a woman like her here will really help anyone at all? I don't see how we can protect the people at Center by doing such a thing." O'Connell spoke with a bitter tone, and Collins just sighed.

"I came to understand when that tower appeared that our small guard is not enough to protect anyone I'm sorry but for now we have no choice but to play by their rules, besides the old lady kidnapped someone, at the very least we need to get them out of here, is not much but let's focus on that and get this job done." Collins took off his suit jacket and raised his right arm, his white sleeve broke as his arm was encroached by steel and took the form of a massive shield, long cables drilling into his skin in a bloody display.

"No point in hiding or playing games, we will go through the front door and finish this before the night falls down." The three of them walked forward into the closed-down ironworks. Their shadows stretched on the long empty lot under the red sun.