Session 1

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Pursuing happiness can be a road of overall difficulty. Whether it is for love, your family, or simply a selfish need to feel at ease. For Grayson it was all those things. Wandering the abandoned slopes of the Arizona desert with only the clothes on his back, and his old pick up truck. After the world war of 2023, every known part of the world was left to ash and rubble. Most places where high in radioactive toxins due to the nuclear weapons used back and forth from country to country. Grayson was one of the few survivors that had lived through the chaos, thanks to the underground bunker his father had built. However, once the war was over and the lack of people, there was no longer a system. No,government gave the survivors a chance to do as they please. Every safe region where it was free of toxins had its own boss. Anybody could become a boss, however youd have to kill the current boss. If you had the balls and skills you could damn well rule whatever region one wanted. Grayson didn't give a shit about the bosses or there regions, he just needed cash and he'd do what he knew best to get it. Most bosses ask for his help to either capture enemies dead or alive. This was nothing to him, he believed in getting his cash and leaving with any further contribution.

It was five am and the sun still hadn't risen, a sigh was let out by the infamous Grayson B. Charles. His eyes were blood shot from the non stop drive throughout the night to reach a small region called Boulevard. Their boss, a transvestite with the body of a body builder and the look of a manly Joan Rivers, requested Graysons help in capturing a rapist that has been harassing the bosses line of prostitute women. With one last long drag of his cigarette, and sip of his black coffee, he threw the empty cup and butt out the window. Slowly the sun came out revealing the town of Boulevard in the horizon. Its bright flashing neon lights and signs could still be seen. It appeared like a cheap broken down town based off the Las Vegas strip, even with its high fences and run down of security guards.

Grayson lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"So this is The Boulevard, huh? What a fuckin' dump."

His pick up pulled into the front gate, the two security gaurds let him in as soon as seeing his face. He rolled up to the big mansion like estate that was right in the middle of the place. A man with broad shoulders in a tacky dress and feathery boa approached his vehicle and smiled in delight to his arrival. Grayson looked away from the bosses hungry eyes and proceeded out his truck. He double checked his gun holster in his jacket and looked around for suspicious persons. Yet before he could get familiar with his surroundings the man wrapped him in an embrace. By instinct Grayson had already placed his revolver upon the bosses head. Unfortunately, the gaurds quickly had their own guns pointed straight at Graysons head.

"Hey, wait boys! This man is okay, he wouldn't shoot a little lady like me," the boss exclaimed in a high pitched manly voice. The gaurds lowered their weapons and Grayson placed his back into his holster giving a small chuckle.

"My apologies, I'm not overall used to actions of affection." Grayson admitted as he followed the boss inside. The boss waved it off and lead him to a sit in room decorated with velvet curtains and plush soft couches. Everything was a shade of red and black leaving the room quite dim.

"Amelia Lanker," the boss claimed as he stretched out his satin gloved hand to him. "Please sit, your my guest after all." Grayson nodded and kept his cigarette in hand, Amelia brought out two cups with a bottle of old whiskey. He handed Grayson a cup and chugged his own after being poured.

"So, you dont take to affection that well, hmm? Maybe one of my girls could fix that." Amelia whispered over another sip of whiskey. Grayson exhaled and saw Amelias wink after his offer. Even though that would be great to get laid after years of not seeing a non toxic woman, there just wasn't time for that. Grayson laughed and ran a hand through his mohawk and tugging on the feathers at the base of his hair.

"I came here for a job, not a cheap lay and a case of mutated STD's."

Amelia looked taken a back but softened up raising a brow at him.

"My women are not cheap, however there is a savage in my town raping them and taking their earnings. I need you to find the culprit and bring him to me alive! I wanna kill the asshole myself." Amelias tone had changed and the atmosphere seemed dense, Grayson could feel Amelias distinct anger. He was interested in this job and the reward for five hundred dollars. Grayson stood up and extended his hand to Amelia.

"Grayson B. Charles, but I prefer Gray." he shook the transies hand and closed the deal for his new target.

"Oh! Gray! Don't forget to bring the culprit back to me alive! If you are successful I will give you a gift free of 'mutated STD's' trust me, this woman is to die for." With one last wink he waved goodbye as Gray drove off into the neon light infested town.

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