War for Minneapolis Part 1

Gabriel shuddered against the biting wind of the Minneapolis night. No matter how often he stayed here he never quite got used to the weather. He heard that the summers were almost brutally hot. Of course, to the undead, any amount of sunlight was terminally unc0mfortable.
He had been working as a Nightscab for years, taking contracts of all stripes, but he had to admit that fighting street gangs had never been a part of his work. It was surprising enough to learn that there actually were street gangs in Minneapolis. Still, a paycheck was a paycheck, was a paycheck.
One after another, travelers of the night passed the alleyway in which Gabriel had hidden himself. Mortal, mortal, werewolf (interesting, but not what I’m here for) there he is! Gabriel watched as a white male apparently in his mid-twenties walked by. His head was shaved, he wore a studded leather jacket, and a sneer right out of the seventies punk rock movement. Gabriel loaded his shotgun. This must be Ghengis.

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