Nighttime, one of the most creepiest times of day In the city of Los Angeles. The dark, poorly lit backstreets of the city which housed multiple gangs were dangerous to gang members, normal civilians and even animals. Going deeper Into the main part of the city, the streets were lit brightly, multiple over populated streets and large neighborhoods. Downtown, the 'life of the party' as most party goers would say, people were quite active downtown no matter the time of day or night, yet night was still very dangerous as creeps, pedophiles, drug dealers, etc liked to come out at that time.
On a dimly lit street, near the backstreets of the city, yet not far from downtown. Walked a man with two dogs at his heels, the man reached the height of 6'2'', with slick raven black hair that reached just past his ears. The man was wearing a black leather jacket, dark brown t-shirt and black jeans. Dim light from a street lamp cascaded down upon the man and his dogs, the light revealed pale, almost the color of pine, green eyes with a caring yet fierce look to them. A dog at his left shifted around, seeming slightly uncomfortable with It's surroundings. The dog had the color of light, grayish brown fur with white accents, almost as If the dog had a silver sheen to It's long coat. Sharp, pointed ears stood alert upon It's head, as warm yet alert brown eyes darted around. It's long tail stood still by It's hindquarters.
The dog on the man's right, reached slightly past his waist, a long, slim yet muscled body with sleek black fur and orange-brown front legs and back paws. It's muzzle was orange-brown and the Insides of It's large, pointed ears. Calm, hazel brown eyes accompanied the dog.
The man began walking, causing the dogs to pad alongside him with a steady pace. They walked a couple streets until they came across a second floored, modern brick house. The man walked down the driveway, when nearing the door, a porch light automatically switched on. The dogs trotted towards the door, yet stood behind the man as he fiddled with a set of keys before finally finding the right one and slipping It Into the lock. The door clicked, confirming It unlocked. The man slowly turned the handle, something felt off. He quietly opened the doors and looked to his dogs, they seemed alert and filled with unease.
"Voran" The command was airy, yet simple as the dogs jumped up and onto the porch and rushed Into the house. The dogs searched the living room, moving to the kitchen then to the hallways. They returned to the man, confirming the first floor clear. The man pointed to the stairs, without him speaking a word, the dogs stood and turned, heading for the stairs. The dog with the silver coat, now In full, proper lighting, looked like a German Shepard with that of a silver sable coat. The German Shepard bounded up the stairs, nails clicking against the wooden stairs. It was followed by the larger, sleek coated dog, who resembled that of a Doberman. The man, still downstairs, slipped his hand Into a hidden cubby and grabbed ahold of a pistol. He pocketed the pistol and quickly headed for the stairs after the dogs when loud, warning yet threatening barking echoed from upstairs. His footsteps thundered against the stairs as he reached the top, he froze. There, before him, stood a man with a gun In It's grasp. "Control your dogs, Rays." Came the man's threatening tone towards the other, he stiffened before speaking. "Fuss," As the command left his lips, the two dogs he had entered with, spun around and took their places at his heels. "Setzen." The dogs lowered their rumps to the ground, snarling still evident towards the unknown man. The unknown man gave off a smirk, looking the other In the eyes. "I've come to make a deal with you," He spoke, the man had a tense stance with the dogs at his heels barking and snarling. "And you,

Do not have a choice but to agree."

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Loyalty Is Earned,
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