Blue Kitty was up late. He knew he should be off the streets by now, but his 'meetings' took longer than expected. Then he heard drawing near the clarion call of his doom:
"When you're a Jet,
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day.
When you're a Jet,
Let 'em do what they can.
You got brothers around,
You're a family man! "
He was found the next morning downtown. And uptown. The Jets have made clear they will not be trifled with. But they were not alone last night. It was not until Sir Juggles failed to show for work that someone checked his apartment. It took six officers to finally clear the dogs off what remained of the body.
Two more dead. Justice needs to be done, swiftly, before the bloodbath continues. Citizens of New York, name your next two suspects.
I guess I was doing the reason thing again? The "meetings" thing made me think he was being implied as sketchy. And the fact that there is a whole thing about Blue Kitty, and the specifics of which gang killed him, whereas Sir Juggles just wakes up dead in his apartment, in the same way Khar and Patrick just died, makes me think he's not just a dude. It's not concrete, but I know tyler and his flair for the theatric pretty well, and as far as I can tell, my logic is sound.
But you know, you can totally kill me off if you want. Obviously, I used my knowledge of my own gang, the shark's, roster to make sure I could get
one of our own members killed in the first turn. That is definitely the thing that I would be doing to support the success of my gang over the Jets.
It's a valiant attempt to save yourself, doggie, but your logic is flawed, and your life is over.
Second vote goes to
StaedlerMars