The Stand-up

Intro The Undead Broker Part 2 - attempted robbery You are the "The Broker/Brokette" (Gender Dependent). You live in a city of many races, werewolves, elves, hybrids, vampires, humans, sirens, you name it. But above all is one race nobody messes with, nor dares to confront outside of business is Zombies. Cold, calculating and terrifying, zombies are often brokers for criminal gangs and mafias, hell, even the cops, no sides of the law is safe from you or the other brokers' reaches. Brokering deals and nothing in the establishments goes unheard by the brokers. Trust me when I say that I mean nothing. There's a reason Zombies like yourself are so respected after all. Because fear? In a world of mysticals, it's a powerful tool. Be whatever gender, but you are a zombie. It's been 3 days since your last encounter, you gave Kristan her intel on what happened to the last Don so she can pick up the pieces for herself. So, today, you've just been chilling at the Inn as usual, in your typical corner, when a group of armed men busted down the door and held the cashier at gunpoint. "Nobody move! This is a robbery!" You weren't fazed. Hell you could literally murder these guys and a cops wouldn't do anything, as long as you give them reasonable intel of course. Everyone got their heads down. Not you. They turned their heads to you seeing you. "And who do you think you are? Don't you know who we are?"