Dragonfang_

@_drake:

The apology wasn't one the scarlet haired vigilante didn't really believe but at the same time didn't really expect one anyway. People in the government could often be corrupted at the top but lower down were usually more good people. Her dad wasn't a good person outside of a few people and even then it had moments. "No worries course I loved him but that ain't to say he didn't have it coming." Kneeling down to extend a hand to Larry had been her next course of action letting the dog sniff and be comfortable with the idea of her being around. Course once that was done she'd gladly spend as much time scratching behind the ears or playing tug of war or whatever else the dog wanted.

"Hate to spoil it for you but there's been trick bullets. Usually less versatile however not as much space for unique uses. "So what do you do if you don't mind? I mean I'm sure the top secret files are top secret but like does that mean you'll have company with badges or Russian spies that need seducing dropping by?" She wasn't to big on company at home herself.

Some dad o war was played before work and Infinity War is after ^.^

@_drake:

He seemed nervous at that, looking to much into that seemed rude however. "He's six feet under from a vigilante and so is a good number of people he had on payroll. My family is probably less intimidating then Larry." She remarked with a laugh and attempt to brush aside the more bleak reality of who she was around growing up. That was a kind of interesting name for a dog though Taylor found, not what she'd of expected and led to wondering if there was a story there.

"Bows are totally classy, a gun is easy." Minus maybe sniper work all of it really went against the up close style she preferred however. "I like smoothies, so I provide myself with one shut up" that and knives were like the essentials to living she felt. "I mean Larry is just a dog right, even if he is an idiot he's probably the normal one of the three."

@lady_grimm:

If there was a search at this bar Taylor wouldn't go to it probably. She had a habit of storing sharp objects wherever she could on her person. A jacket shirt and jeans all gave a rather expected look to what honestly was dozens of knives in waiting. She really hadn't come here for a fight though or even really for drinks but rather comfort and observation. Taylor had spent her life around criminals and bars drinking and having the outgoing kingpin daughter kind of lifestyle. Bars like this could feel more like home then an actual home. And the social workings of who she was going to be trying to join up with was easy to pick up amidst the activities.

One person stood out however as not quite amongst her proffered company. Enough drinks to say was looking for some effect, an image and composure that said nothing had gotten to her. By the looks of things someone cybernetic in nature. Red hair bounces briefly as the dragon took a seat, jade eyes meet the bartender and a bottle of juice is sent Taylor's way. She preferred fruity drinks and it was to early for her to get drunk they both knew.

"I imagine you'll want something a lot stiffer then that if wanting to feel the effects. As for life, depends what you want out of it." Was an awkward conversation starter but Taylor's spent plenty of time around awkward people trying to kickstart a conversation.

@_drake:

"Nope. Dad was a mob boss in Grimm before he died with who he was I've always just been better in certain places." Was no point hiding who she was when it was public knowledge all it'd take was a google search and her history would be there so she wouldn't bother. "I don't want to spend the night in a crack house but given where I'm from some people are more open to employment then others." With that she followed along tried to keep her head on the current path. Looks and company aside distance maybe was better.

Don't break things, she wouldn't make any promises there. If for whatever reason the sort of neutral nature of this place was abandoned to try something then she herself would probably use whatever was needed to keep alive. A broken chair leg made just as good a stabbing instrument as a knife. The other rules were a bit easier to follow "I'll try and stick to those" she commented before returning to her smoothie. "Nice, bows are classy. I personally like to keep quiet about my job opportunities myself, it can be cutthroat and I don't want good people getting cut." Sounded business woman, history said it was a bit more likely to be hands on. In truth though she meant it rather literal in nature. "As for rules the smoothie machine is mine. Usually is enough for two but I get first dibs. Also please don't judge me for what I wear or my knife collection" emerald eyes briefly looking to the side to try and convey it was just a dumb hobbie and the crowd of people she hung out with leading to fashion choices. "Wait we've a dog?" Her business and casual demeanor a bit bested by excitement of a pet.

@_drake:

"I mean who hasn't turned a smoke pipe into a pipe bomb? Don't be to hard on them." The dragon teased granted she never got into drugs herself she grew up around the pompous and party centric crowd of children with high ranking parents though. Honestly had some explosive moments from things having gone wrong. "Taylor" she remarked extending a hand "suppose I could find worse company. That work for you Louie?" She finished with a brief look over of paperwork and money that needed to be covered on her end. She was rather adept at paperwork a businessman's daughter. Though her hold on the pen might of alluded to a readiness to turn it into a thrown weapon to the well trained eye.

"Right then, lead the way." She remarked slipping new keys onto her wallet. "What was that about archery by the way?" She returned to sipping on her smoothie as if more just looking to make small talk. If she wanted to topple criminal empires of course nothing was simple small talk, didn't mean it had to be all serious though. That aspect of the previous dragon had always bothered Taylor some.

@_drake:

"I mean I did mention dropping out of college, and that he doesn't know me in jest." She thought it funny but evidently the joke didn't land. Maybe it was a school thing, given the location however Taylor bet it was in regard to the knowledge. The staffs job was to know she could see how even joking about not might dig under ones skin. Blond figure maybe a bit scruffy, but well toned likely trained for something. There was a familiarity to it, but to what extent or why the dragon couldn't tell. "I just need a place don't much mind who's in the room adjacent mine." A slight fear of hers having been that name of her late father might make them think she expected more then she was worth.

Taylor had been in contacts a month ago with Landon over it but this kind of operation took time and she really wasn't to interested in dragging others into it. Most of Millennium City was seen as a rather ideal metropolis, with so many heroes having come out of it there wasn't to many who dared to commit that much crime. Duskburg had some to be fair, but it to was minimized options as being so close to Millennium made it an ideal stalking ground for anyone from the Academy or wanting to be the sidekick of some established name. That wasn't to say it was criminal free however they just knew how to handle such conduct from the top.

From within the metropolis commands went out to a place here in Duskburg and from there out to other places in the US. The criminal ring was expansive and to sturdy at it's base to knock over it needed to go from the top down.

Firstly came working her way in however, the Bishop name was known for being tied to a business that largely fell at the hands of the late Dragonfang, and for having played a similar role of the upper echelon of crime in Grimm. Taylor was known more for her time she retaliated against the Chicago mob. It'd take some work cementing her status among the mafia and ascending the ladder to then bring the place down from decapitation. Before she could press on that however she had to obtain a place.

Old Duskburg was where Taylor had gone, Weeping Spire off thirteenth boulevard it was often labeled neutral ground. Just down the road was the precinct. Presumably every gangbanger or vigilante was either in good graces with said law or largely disliked. To act against someone was to likely create an uproar and so for a price came neutrality. It was perfect for someone with a good name and a bad reputation.

Her clothes were average jeans and a shirt of unremarkable value her hoodie black and of similar value. Of course hidden in pockets sleeves and so forth was a large array of knives. Her scarlet hair held into a pony tail by a needle. Lips pressed to a smoothie she approached the man at the desk. "Only rooms we have Bishop is shared."

That might complicate things. "No big deal missed out on a roommate during college so." The man squinted at her not appreciating what was perceived as a lie. "Hey I went for half a year you don't know me." The remark helping lead into paperwork being sought after and files of who was available rummaged through.

@orange_water:

"Correct." She pocketed the phone though the slight gleam of light from her pocket told that the blade wasn't as tucked away. She'd been off the grid long enough to know not to lower ones guard, she never slowed down she just didn't make as big of a scene until recently. "Just killed them" she answered bluntly and with a smile. The blood on her hands never getting to her after acccepting the mantle of the dragon like she had. Instead she rummaged through her other pocket and handed over a series of notes and paper work folded up as nicely as she could manage and tainted by a few recently dried blood stains.

"They thought being so close to the heroes and metahumans while largely outsourcing business they could stay undercover. Tight enough conduct to avoid detection, located well enough that competition wouldn't head their way. Then along came a redhead." Her father's history with criminal kingpins helped Taylor know who to go to. Time in prison and technically breaking out of it told them she was a criminal like her deceased father. The alert and studious might know she wasn't on their side, give enough time being quiet however and people forget and find comfort enough to lower their guard a degree.

A brush of scarlet hair behind her ear and she continued her foot tapping some to help shake of the slight limp from the crash. "So now what? Not really busy, course do also know of a few loose ends to attend to as well." The killer not to against finding ways to pass time or working together to break a few more criminals either.

@orange_water:

Eventually for a moment the killer stopped in an alley way needed to catch her breath. Was a slight limp in her leg, moving around in a car that crashed not exactly ideal for the health of ones joints. She figured she could shake it off in about an hour for now though she needed to just lay low she figured. Taking a moment Taylor hid at the corner of a coffee shop not to far from the crash but far enough to not be considered as having been there. She was quick to start looking through her phone.

Just a woman distracted by twitter was the image she went for. Granted she was following the feed of other criminals in the area. Looking for a hint at who to go after next. They had similar words in use here and there that told of a story. One would say they should meet for donuts at someone. Then one might say how he found a cashier at a near by store hot after he got donuts. Another thug would snap a picture of a mans ass crack teasingly. The reply was a shifty eyed no, amusing but the important part was the employee uniform. Where ever the gangsters met it wasn't to far from that place of work.

Check for such shops and look at the window in the background to have more of an idea where the gangs met. They mentioned the store with the cashier being down the road. Look through friends, image of someones brand new motorcycle parked on the right side. Judge distance of the stop sign in the background and she had an idea of the place she should stake out soon. Someone was coming in a hurry same ally she'd taken, a finger moves to the back of her phone case. Used as a means usually to store credit cards Taylor removed a blade, a decent sized razor if needed. To her surprise however it ended up being a vigilante as well. Still wanted dead with a nice bounty on his head from what she could remember. He'd done enough obvious heroics though in the redheads' opinion though.

"Taylor Bishop" she remarked still skimming her phone for information. "Probably wasn't going to manage incognito status around you so might as well not bother." Taylor hadn't really been spotted in sometime last people heard the Dragonfang had been busted out of jail, arrested for killing mob members in Chicago. Reports didn't say to much of her activity sense then. She wasn't known either however for laying low, meaning odds were a variety of murder cases on criminals by bladed weapons could likely be attributed to her.