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It's heights rose to the surface of the earth, It's depths brought all closer to hell. The Deep was what everyone below the fifteenth level called it now, with it's true name long forgotten to them. That was a pleasure only reserved for the high and mighty and their ivory castles closer to the earth's surface. the true morning rays can shine down upon their heads instead of the artificial tungsten lamps for everyone below in the sodom. The sodom was what the government had began blanket naming the city from the bottom up to a certain level. It wasn't an unmerited name by any means. It's a clear fact the deeper you are in the city the more criminal activities there are out in the streets. Muggings, purse snatching, robbery, flat earth theorising , murder and other wonderful activities are classed on the criminal spectrum of "making a living" in the wonderful sodom town.

"Look we're trying to make a living" Said the tubby delivery pig as his Hauler, a truck like vehicle jury rigged from old mine cart parts, idled before the two 'businessmen' "Those christian boys offered more for three whole barrels and i'm tight on cash as it is with keeping this boy up and running" he pats the hideous machine along its rusted exterior. He was a sorry looking pig, oil stains splattered over his overalls with a thick stench that assaulted, brutalised and ruined the senses even over the scent of exhaust from his truck.

"So let me see if I understand the events as you explained" began the feminine southern twang of the first businessman, woman. "You went and took a deal for one of our agreed barrels of fine sodom Whisky sold it off to some no named upstarts from further down just because they flaunted some more papers your way than you're used to seeing on a fine pay day?" the woman stepped closer till she was now nose stingingly close to the pig driver her red fur doing nothing to add to her threatening nature. Her big bushy squirrel tail also didn't help matters. "Now you're saying instead of our Two full barrels of hooch you're saying we only have one." Pepper wasn't much of a tough presence but what she lacked in intimidation for her 'partner in crime', an old world Colt model pistol, more than made up for as it's metallic lip now pressed itself through the denim overalls and right into the pig's gut. his blood ran cold and his sweat picked up along his forehead as he stayed perfectly still with his back against the hauler. Pepper was a red squirrel, wild bushy red hair that had frizzy ends, stray hairs poking every which way. She wore a trademark mantis green boiler suit a thick brown leather belt that held it in place on her hips and stopped it from bagging too much the pants legs tucked into her buff workman boots.

"P-Please I was just trying to make end's meat it aint like i'm trying to gyp ya!"

"Gypped? why would you want us not to think you're Gypping us? Unless you are Gypping us in which case that's exactly what you'd say!" The hammer of the gun was dragged back with an audible click of it's mechanics, not a testament to it's perfect design more a testament to it's struggling nature to remain a gun as it's parts yearned to break free and be anything other than an instrument of death.

"No god please I says I wasn't trying to Gyp ya!"

"Pepper," Came the voice of reason from the second 'Businessman' "pull it back, He's not going to do this again" The smooth calm velvety voice of the other businessman rolled over her ears as he began grunting and huffing as he rolled the barrel off the back of the hauler. He was a lot smarter dressed, a brown trench coat covering up his three piece suit the colour of burnt ember and a fine greying white shirt beneath it, scuffed and water soaked black leather shoes to finish the outfit. "Put the piece away and roll this inside" For one horrifying second that lasted too long Pepper thought of all the wonderful possibilities of what ignoring those orders and firing the gun would bring about. Then she sighed and smiled, content with her fantasies of scrubbing the pig blood off her boiler suit. She strolled with he barrel into the open maw of the garage.

The pig turned slowly to look at the real intimidating one of the two, a vicious looking red fox, one by the name of Schultz. Schultz stepped forward the dwindling light of his smoke hanging on his fingertips as he eyes the pig. His own orange fur didn't seem to ruin any intimidating nature Schultz had. maybe it had to do with the well designed pointed teeth along his muzzle that worked. "Christian boys?" he asked as he spun the name around his head "They affiliated with anyone?"

"N-No sir, th-they just like she said , upstarts but they's closer to the plants so they easy to deliver to."

"That why you accepted the payment?"

"W-well it was twice as much as you payed for your barrels sir that was more the reason" Schultz hummed as he stomped out his smoke and looked over the hauler with it's misshapen exterior, obvious need of repairs and the tape holding the driver side door shut. It was a crap heap.

"Okay, You're gonna tell me where you delivered the barrel. You leave your truck here. You go home and We'll deliver it back to you tomorrow after we get our booze back." To that the pig wanted to argue, but words in an argument with a fox and a well armed squirrel was about as effective as a slug in a race. After a few stammering half words the pig submitted, told Schultz everything and by the end had slunk his way into the pitch black and went back home in a civilians elevator on the edge of the street. When Pepper returned both she and Schultz got in the Hauler, commented on the stench stuck to the seats and set out for the lower levels along the descending spiral roads.

After an hours drive the two eventually found the place they'd been looking for. An outdated steel smithing workshop close to the bottom levels in-between a suburb.

"so what's the plan chief? Go in shoot them send a message roll out with the barrels?" Pepper asked as she spun the chamber of her gun.

"We're only here for ours, don't care for their stock." Replied Schultz as he peered through a dim window "Keep it quiet and they won't even notice we've been here."

"Booooring~" Pepper rang out silently "They're nobodies they won't even have guns so we could just walk right in and pop pop problem solved"

"stop waving that about you're going to shoot somebody and so help me god if it's me like you nearly did last time-" he growled as he silently as he jimmied the handle of the wide workshop doors till it opened inward.

"Oh please my precious isn't going to discharge like some one night fling, he can handle the rough and tumble and more and still only shoots for mama" pepper said with increasing admiration and possible lust for her firearm.

"You are the strangest child ever, how you haven't wound up with a bullet in your head is beyond me."

The warehouse was empty of the essential steel mill equipment, outlines in the cement flooring hinted to their last known location before the self sustained industry up and died in the face of 'progress'. Right in front of what used to be the furnace were three unlabelled wooden barrels all three with branding marks of the pig's little business. the same name that was on the side of his hauler "IHaul"

"come on this is too easy, we take all three and they're out of pocket means there's less for us to worry about next week" argued pepper as she stepped closer the door swinging shut with a loud wooden rattle. both froze like statues caught right in the middle of their last movements. For ten breathless seconds their seemed to be no alarm raised, the two went back to their half assed robbery as Schultz grunted and puffed as he held the weight of the sloshing barrel till it silently tipped over and could be rolled through the doors. It'd be simple now, He'd just roll it out the doors round the corner into the alley they had parked in and up the Hauler's ramp into it's bed and then they'd be off, no fuss no muss. When the barrel bumped into the door by just a tap both doors swung open. They were held at the handle by two very startled and angry dogs a third dog holding an old world two-tuber, nasty thing with a loud bark and a hell of a spread if he was using buckshot. All wore tatty denim overalls and nothing else showing their simple upbringing or their choice in evening wear. Schultz looked at them with the face of a child not only finding the tooth fairy in the night but that it was uncle monty, who wasn't wearing pants. Slowly he righted himself up and raised his hands submissively.

"Christian boys right?" Schultz started as the two who held the door stepped back to let the one holding the two-tuber forward. "I'm merely here to collect what was rightly ours up in-"

"Shut up!" barked the one holding the two-tuber, and old gun that wasn't makeshift and looked very dulled by age with it's missing length, and had a taped up stock where it had been broken. The boys were all clad in denim overalls stained to various degrees with grease and other ambiguous stains. "You stealing from us? You filthy mongrel!" said the pot to the kettle, he and his brothers barely looked alike, mother was the same but each one had a different daddy for sure. "'course you aint in the mind to see bigger pictures. We're enterprising and we need that supply, so you best give me one good reason not to pull this trigger and blow you back inside!" Schultz realised at the moment he was the only one they'd seen. Pepper had found a hiding spot behind the other two barrels and the old furnace. Schultz nodded and took a step till he was around to the side of the barrel

"Let me guess, you're going to take the hooch dilute it down with some water, add in a bit of whatever medicines you got stashed to try and give it back some kick and you've got rotgut to sell to the poor saps further down than you, hell you've probably already tried this before hence the new location you boys have here and the enthusiasm for buying my barrel." everyone seemed unsure how to proceed, the dogs, the "christian boys" looked like their whole lives was being read to them from a book by a stranger "Now i'm not unreasonable you can still do that down here we aren't going to have a problem, but when you're buying my supply thats when i've got to come down here and make a new offer for the product" That brought everyone's attention back up to full and the level of the gun back to Schultz .

"We aint selling you back your barrel and you aint taking it, just get on out of here befores I make a clean hole in ya"

"With a gun like that? aren't you afraid you'll wake the neighbours?" Schultz said with a slight tilt of the head a canine act of general confusion "They'll surely call the military police if they hear" The dogs scoffed and laughed some

"Nah Aint a loud gun, No one'll come" then Schultz lowered his hands and sat on the barrel "hey get the hell off my barrel!"

"No I don't think I will boy. Pepper, you can come out now, Thats a good girl." Pepper had her gun drawn and pointed to the boys, when she was close enough she whispered in fury

"The hell is your problem i'd have picked them off!"

"No need they're idiots, you heard they're making rotgut."

"He's got a gun!" she whisper shouted frantically as she felt the intimidation of the gun working slowing her movements down just to avoid being shot.

"It's empty, its an old world hand me down he's never fired it once, don't think either of them has" This had pepper running the mechanical cogs in her head locking together and ticking.

"How do you know?"

"He says the guns quite. use that gun mad head of yours to realise what's wrong with that description" With that a smile draws across pepper's face as she relaxes her grip and straightens up.

"Hey! what you two chatting about!?" said the vocal gun owner

"Hey!" Pepper she shouted back catching the boys off gaurd. "What's the colour of the bullets that things fires off? Just a quick question" she toyed with her own gun by flitting it back and forth between the nervous brothers.

"what colour? same colour as all bullets! drop your gun mine's bigger! It'll blow you away!"

"Don't think I will Boys, I think me and my partner her are going to walk off with this barrel and you's are gonna have to dilute a lot more rotgut to make your dues"

Schultz readied himself at the back of the barrel again and started rolling it out till it was right on the boy's feet, when he didn't stop the one with the two-tuber screamed wildly and raised it above his head ready to bring it crashing down on the fox's head. Two shots rang out, a sudden choking on spit, and the full weight of a body hitting the cobble stone street street. Pepper had fired off two perfect rounds one lodging in the boy's chest inches above Schultz head and the second right into the boy's head bursting underneath his eye. The other two brothers dropped back quick with arms in the air and began to silently beg as tears came to their eyes for their fallen brother. With the barrel loaded Pepper took her time leaving the smithing lot with a smirk curling on her lips as she holds her gun out ready to shoot. Four more shots go out the sound of deep hard impacts following and then the spraying of fluids onto the ground."Now boys, Let this be the lesson you take today. It's not 'don't take what isn't yours', but don't buy what is ours." she finished smirking to the two surviving Christian boys, who could only look on at their remaining barrels leaking all over. With the sounds of sirens closing in the Hauler sputters to life and calmly but loudly begins drifting off back.

"you shot above my head. Thats makes it twice this week" Schultz grumbled.