It was her eighth day in Dead End and she was getting a little annoyed that the target she came to this city for wasn’t showing his face. She sat outside Lulus, as she did every day for her 4pm scotch, inhaling her third cigarette. She stared blankly behind her dark sunglasses, staring at nothing in particular but keeping keen observation on w…[Read more]

Hey hey, may have seen a red head German wandering around the streets of Dead End… probably looking for a place to eat, quite the appetite on this one. Lana’s the strong silent type at first, observant, taking time to figure out the city’s players.

Lana made her way to dead end finishing up a job. Her target somehow slipped into the city but…[Read more]