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Chapter VII: Silver-Lined Snazzy

3rd Person POV

It was now midnight, the streets were already less crowded than they usually were in the afternoon. With most stores closed or closing the night began to calm, in an alleyway a group of three men and two boys came walking out. The one in the black hoodie seemingly in the lead, one of the men were drenched in oder-riddled liquid, another was playing music on his Ipod, Micheal Jackson's 'Smooth Criminal'. The lead boy dropped his cigar, stomping it out with his dirt-riddled boot. He motioned for the group to follow him, they all obliged.

Once they saw an open shop, the boy in the black hoodie stopped them, lifting up his hand, pointing to the clothing store.

Y/N: Turn that off.

The man with the Ipod groaned and switched it off. The five of them walked into the doors and closed them behind, unaware that a figure was watching them...

Shopkeeper #136: Hello boys, what brings you out on this fine Friday night.

The boy pulled down his hoodie, the other took off his boaters hat. Y/N pulled out Ironwood's pistol, pointing it to the store owner, Charlie Lazuli, Y/N's accomplice also drew his sniper rifle 'Lobotomizer'

Shopkeeper #136: P-please, just take the money and leave.

Y/N didn't flinch, he pistol-whipped the old man and gripped his grey hair he didn't want to be here tonight, but he needed something really important.

Y/N: Shut the fuck up, this is already seeming too familiar... By the way, you have any, Huntsman clothing by any chance? You are an Atlesian shop owner, so I'm guessing you do have some good shit lying around here somewhere.

Shopkeeper: Um, y-yes sir I do.

Y/N smiled, he turned to his henchmen.

Y/N: Charlie and guys, guard the door will yah.

Charlie: Sure whatever.

Charlie shrugged.

The Shopkeeper led Y/N to the back of the store. Where he saw many outfits for huntsmen, one of them stood out particularly for him. A black hoodie almost like his, that was seemingly lined with metallic-like decor, with chainmail for the wrists.

Y/N snapped, the shopkeeper looked to where he was pointing. He sighed, seeing that it was one of the higher ones, he'd ought to get a ladder for that one.

Y/N: That jacket up there... what is it made of.

The shopkeeper sighed, before responding.

Shopkeeper: It's lined with silver, made with the fur of a Beowolf, it also has very flexible Kevlar-based material beneath the fur.

Y/N: Perfect, I'll have that one!

He cried, the shopkeeper tried to excuse himself.

Shopkeeper: But it's really expensive, it took a long time to make that. You'll have to pa-

Y/N just kept staring up at the battle-hoodie, as he would now call it. He drew Ironwood's revolver, shooting the shopkeeper dead. Then he activated his semblance, climbing up the wall until he formed up at the hoodie's location. He grabbed it off it's hangar and quickly discarded his regular black hoodie, throwing it into a nearby garbage can. He slipped it on as Charlie peeped in through the hallway.

Y/N's POV

The jacket fit just fine for me, he silver lining did kind of make it cooler, but I was going to use it for something else. Much later. Just then I heard that same annoying voice coming from the hallway.