"Hm... Another submission already?" Gol stated, kicking his feet up onto his desk. For Clan Head, he was quite unlike any other. Barely in his twenties, youthful, and naturally given off the aura of gentle determination, he took the letter from his second, Karin. She was the exact opposite of him; cold, quiet, and strict. Glancing quickly through it, he merely nodded. "So, a simple protection? Hm.." He pulled a notebook out from his desk, and leant back in his chair, leaning up against the wall behind him.

Flipping through it, he told her, "Post this mission up as a Class 4, nothing major. Allow some of the rookies to participate, they need the experience. More of the mission itself than possible combat contact."

"Yes, Gol." She nodded, then lit a cigarette. Drawing in a puff, she asked, "Should we assign a more experienced Member to assist the mission?"

"Sure, why not. Send Faron, he hasn't had the chance to get out in ages."

"I will do."

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"You little ingrate! Get your ass back here!" A rough, loud voice called out, and a large man chased a younger man out into the street. The younger man was laughing, spinning around and messing with merchandise. "If I get my hands on you---"

"Try it, Fatso!" Ruin called out. Running into the streets, he began to weave in and out of the large group of people, laughing the whole time. Looking behind him, he noticed that the fat man, along with a couple of lackies, was chasing him. Laughing, he stuck his tongue out at them, and turned into an alley.

Running, he could hear the man yelling about being cornered. Grinning, he thought to himself, "Ha! Wait 'til he sees this!" Holding his hand out, he focused onto his palm, and brought a thick amount of energy into his hand.

Centering it, he brought it past his head, and pushed forward, launching the energy outward. The blast slammed into the wooden fence in front of him, burning a large circular hole into it. Laughing, he lowered his head, and slammed right through the fence.

Making it into the center of the city, he quickly ran down a street, and glanced up as he seen the sign of Söldner. Running a hand through his hair, he quickly bolted through the door, and slammed headlong into a large, built man. Falling down, he glanced up to look into the eyes of Faron.

"You son of a bitch. Who the hell are you? A Rookie?" Bending down, he picked up Ruin by the shirt, and gazed into his face. "Kinda small for a Clan Warrior. Are you the Janitor?"

The Guild was a large, round, circular room, with tables in the center. Along the westside wall, there was a bar, with drinks, food storages, and a notice board with mission information, and along the east wall, there was profile information about specific targets, wanted papers, and maps. Along the south wall, there were four doors, one leading into Gol's Chamber, one leading into the restrooms, one leading into the kitchens, and the fourth leading into the Barracks.

"Nah, I'm Ruin. Nice to meet'cha. Faron, right?"

Faron glared at him for a moment, then began to laugh. "Yep, Faron is the name. Come here, Rookie." He then gave Ruin a bearhug, which promply crushed him. Dropping him, Faron laughed again. "You are brave for a Rookie, and a skinny Rookie at that."