Firefly Desire leisurely wandered all over the city, looking for easy pickings. More than two fortnights have passed since her job as a bartender ended abruptly, yet she can still remember the memories. Luckily, she managed to save few casks of eccentric, oriental liquor...she intends to gift the casks to her friends. Well, she considered selling few of those casks to local mobsters. 

After hours of visiting shops (Firefly casually shoplifted some stuff), Firefly felt the strain in her body and decided to hit a nearby bar. Just a small, unrecognizable bar to drown her inner pains. As she settled inside and ordered drinks, she pondered about the way of the world. Somehow, she feared being killed in her sleep - though she accepted the reality. She accepted 'The Life' and all amenities that come along with it. 

Oh, how many post offices will succumb to Firefly's sticky fingers? With that, Firefly giggled. The post offices never learn at all. In fact, their security teams became weaker, thus inviting mobsters, slicksters, and crooks all over the city. Firefly downed her second whiskey shot and she can now feel the heat filling her body. The liquor invigorated her...though nowhere near as her mysterious supply of wine. 

All of a sudden, the peaceful bar was thrown in a pit of danger. The doors were bashed open, and in came a proud man wearing a glossy suit. His black hair is combed and well-oiled; he is ready to paint the town red (or any color he likes).

Firefly raised an eyebrow. Who is this fellow? She muttered a question. The flashy man gazed at the bar patrons smugly until his eyes caught Firefly's. Such a creature, he thought. Casually, he walked to the bar counter and took a seat beside Firefly.

"Hey furry stuff." The man said. He turned to the barkeep and ordered a bottle of beer. "What's up?"

Firefly ignored him and took a napkin. She wiped her lips clean.

"Ooohh...playing tough. Are you new in these parts, lass? I can tour you around. Or I can introduce you to mah bros? We are everywhere as of the moment."

Everywhere, Firefly repeated the word in her mind. "So you are one of the turds?"

The man gripped his bottle hard and chugged it. "Yeah...so what? This is our new invasion...maybe 'Murica will be ours now. And you will join me, lass. I like fox-people, anyways."

Firefly's eyes flashed red. A turd is unworthy of life, she exclaimed in her mind. With a milisecond grace, she took out a shiv from her colorful coat and lunged for the kill. Blood sprayed in the counter as the man's (turd fucker) throat was slit open. The man staggered back and drew his pistol, yet his knees wobbled, making it hard to aim. Firefly wasted no chance and side-stepped - all the while slashing the man's arm off. More blood flowed out. The patrons watched in terror as the bloodied man attempted to escape.

The man crawled towards the exit, blood seeping from his wounds. Firefly trailed closely. She wanted to draw her pistol and finish the man off, but she also wanted to leave a message.

"...we are many...remember that..." The man croaked. Death is closing in.

"Turds die." Firefly spoke. "That's what I know." She slashed the man's neck further, cutting off the head in two clean strokes. She wiped the blood off the shiv using a napkin, then turned to the barkeep. Regally, Firefly promised that the barkeep will receive compensation and gifts tomorrow. She left the bar with a smile in her lips.

Everywhere in the city, gunshots echoed. Simultaneous. This is the Life. This is the world. 

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