39 Oh my God! Robbery!! (1/2)

Darcy sat sniffing at the head of the carriage, his pug nose twitching in the air as he looked around alert. He had been placed here by the head of the Colombo to help guard the carriage and goods in case the other families caught sight of the merchandise.

His grey coat twitched slightly in the dead of the night as his black buzz cut head felt an unnatural chill. His name was Darcy, no last name was given to him by the family for they felt that he didn't need it, he had to agree, after all adding another word to his name only made it longer and more tedious to remember.

He was a stowaway from a pirate crew that had been caught on the banks of the island, back when the island still held contact with the Rear Admiral Onigumo, and had been immediately bought off by the head of the Colombo - Tilly, who at that time, he had thought was a sweat lady who had saved him, only later did he realize that he had been bought like a common slave.

After that his life had been forfeit, or at least that was what he had thought, but since he had eaten the Zoan fruit - dog fruit, model pug!, she had treated him well. Going as far as to make him her left hand, now the one to look after the families goods for the coming auction.

They had put all the goods they had 'acquired' into the carriage and the family had assigned various people to ferry it around so that they wouldn't be robbed.

Also it was to ensure that the family could keep it a secret until the last minute, making a break for it if it got too dangerous was also a point that had been considered. That being the case, the carriage had to be as inconspicuous as possible, forcing the security detail to be restricted to one person.

Though Darcy did not wish to be arrogant he would smugly admit to anyone who had the time or patience to listen that he was the strongest warrior that the Colombo had to offer.

His dog transformation was his biggest asset.

Suddenly he felt a twitch in the air around him as he felt the air swish gently. Immediately he assumed a fighting position, bringing his fist- turned paws in front of his face and squaring off his feet in an attempt to brace himself against the unknown.

A dull thud later the only thing he could see was a dark canvas as a heart numbing flame shook his chest. A drip of blood later he could only collapse to the ground in disbelief. He was the strongest fighter in the family, and those as strong as or stronger than him could be counted on one hand!

Yet now he slept, hugging the ground, his paws dully scratching against the dusty ground.