AUGUST: 1888
The richly appointed parlor held four men – two were standing, both seemed agitated and alert. A third sat calmly sipping iced water. All three were paying rapt attention to the fourth as he began to speak through sun-cracked lips.

“The Last Stand was the worst saloon in Tombstone – and it was no secret that if something bad was going to happen in town, it was going to start right there. People were scared, and scared people are more n’ likely going to just shoot you for looking at them crossways.” The tattered man coughed lightly and winced. “That night the Stand was full up of strangers, miners, outlaws and people desperate for any kind of comfort … it was a wildfire, jus’ waiting to be set.”

The seated man poured a glass for the speaker and handed it to the taller of the two men standing who passed it on to the tattered man with an obvious look of distaste. The man in the seat flashed a look of annoyance at his compatriot before directing his attention to the near-broken shell of a man in front of him. “Tell me about these strangers – you know the ones I am interested in, begin with them.” His voice was pleasant and melodic, but laced with iron menace.

The tattered man shook himself and placed the untouched glass of water on the table beside him. “They all arrived around sundown…”.

A young women walked into the parlour and saw the four men. She nodded her head in respect to the older man and walked into the back room. She looked out at the clouded sunset and sighed. She hadn't seen her home for five months. Her mother would have been worried sick for her. She didn't want to go back. It was crowded there now. With all the miners and strangers she allowed into the house. And the new baby. She began to sob. Why did everything bad happen to her? She dried her tears and stood straighter. She was better than this. She walked out to where the four men were and sat in the corner of the room, listening to the older man's story.

Gandal, a young man around the age of 25 strolled into the room, a slight hop in his step. He strolled to where the four men sat, 'Boys!' He said, clasping his hands, taking a seat. 

A man at the table coughed, a tattered man, sipping slowly from wine. 'Well?' Gandal said, waiting for a reply, he hated it when things go awkward when he entered the conversation. Before the tattered man could reply the wall behind them erupted. To be honest, it all happened in slow motion, the rubble flying, the fleeing of men, the screaming, shouting... The table flipped and a car emerged from the hole in the wall.

'MOVE!' A voice boomed. Gandal's ears rung, his nose drawing blood. He so at on the ground, crawling through a blanket of dust towards the exit.

Kai coughed and spluttered as the dust settled around her. She wasn't hit by any rubble but she was scratched trying to get out. She staggered over to the man who had walked in moments before and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Did you know... that was going to happen?" she asked.

'Quite precisely.' Gandal replied, looking back at the woman, 'they were... Old friends of mine.' He held a posh voice, most probably an Irish or English accent. He reached the door swiftly, beginning to stand. A gun shot could be heard far off in the distance, followed by the distinct sound of sirens.

Gandal exited the door, taking off his coat, and placing it on the ground. He now wore a tuxedo, spluttered in specks of dust. As he walked he flicked the dust of, one hand in a pocket.

'What the hell?' Kai thought. 'First he's wearing normal ragged looking clothes and now he's wearing a tuxedo. Who is this man?' "What is going to happen now then?" she asked him. "I don't know your name either. I'm Kai. You?"

'I am me, myself and I.' He said, a smirk covering his face, 'nice to meet you Kai.'

"Well then me, myself and I, what is going to happen now?" She gave a half laugh.

'I am collecting my reward of course, but you... Not sure what you are doing.' He laughed, digging into his side pocket, pulling out a cigar and a lighter, he lit the paper and popped it in his mouth, continuing down the path toward a large building, the flashing word CASINO at the front.

"I don't understand. What reward?"

'Money, child.' He didn't bother to turn, to look at the girl, 'may I ask why you are following me?' He scratched his head sarcastically.

"Don't be daft. You know why." She said scowling.

'Uh...' He laughed, 'you wanna mug me?' He put on his best gangster accent, putting slang around his words.

"Stop being stupid. I may be young, but I know how to weasle my way into a casino."

'So... You want to come with me? You don't look quite old, there are age limits, young lady.' His voice became stern, cresed with slight worry.

"I'm not too old. Sixteen is a ripe age. I can still weasle my way into that casino"

'Why do you want to coke exactly?' He said, slowing his pace.,

(Coke?)

"Because I can. I have no-one. The old timer took me in when my family didn't want me."

((Sorry, I was meant to say come, lol.))

Gandal mumbled, not replying to Kai as they neared the entrance to the casino, two buff men keeping guard, wearing large, black tuxedos with red bow ties. Gandal flicked his cigar on this ground and straighted his bow.

Kai walked into the casino without a backward glance. The bouncers didn't seem to care. "Are you coming?"

Gandal nodded as he entered the casino, bright lights exploded at his face, techno music blurted and the ringing of bells could be heard in the floor above. He couldn't wait for his money. He straightened his shirt, Kai close behind.

"I told you I could get in," Kai said with a smirk. "Do you want to know how?"

'Of course...'he said, waving a hand through the air.

"I look older than I am to others. People who don't look twice or properly. Like those fat oafs." She smiled. "See? Simple."

Gandal laughed, 'do you have family?' He asked, he took out a piece of paper, a not scribbled on the paper,

Go to the fifth floor, I will be waiting at room 018