Man in White

"How many more bounty hunters do you believe have been contracted?" A man covered in darkness asks from the shadows, hands in their pockets, part of their form shown by a small snippet of light. In front of this man stands a young man wearing white, lighting a cigarette, blowing smoke from his mouth, hair slicked back - black.

"Discounting Hunter's group, thirty others."

"Those Mafia fucks really want that gold huh?"

"Retards, thinking that the bounty hunters wouldn't try and take it for themselves."

"What makes you think that'll happen?"

"Of course it'll happen."

"Question."

"Hm?" He takes a long drag from his cigarette, "What's up?"

"How do you think they're transporting that gold? Wouldn't it be too heavy to be transported quietly?"

"Theory is that they thinned out the gold into little transparent sheets that are only visible through its gleam as the sun shines down upon it."

"Would they even be able to fit the