Post by Vrases Claudt on Jun 30, 2013 21:33:05 GMT -5
walking up the stairs dressed in a suit and tie, vrases walked up to the doors and opened them quickly. walking off to the side, he looked around for his target. today the target was a man who had kidnapped a child of 10 and was holding it for ransom. apparently the kid was the heir to a massive fortune and a rival business owner wanted in on that cash, so he had kidnapped the child and wanted ransom for his safe return. the family had already gotten a finger back, and they didnt want to go through the process...so they hired him. smart move.
within his briefcase, he had hidden his silenced pistol and his brass knuckles in case of an emergency, however he doubted he would need them. he was posed as the man who would negotiate the payment, when in reality he would kill the man and get out, and his partner would go and get the kid out of the known cell where he was being forced. finding the door to the room where they would meet, he opened it up and sat across from the business man and a large Asian man who stared at him warily. clearing his throat, he spoke "good evening gentlemen, im here to attempt to talk about a...price...that would be paid for the return of the young man. if i may be seated?...thank you." he said, pretending to drum his fingers on his suitcase to add nervousness as a sign of how he might feel if he weren't a trained professional. glancing over at the two man, he awaited a response.
Post by Long Richardson on Jul 1, 2013 17:10:18 GMT -5
Long was not in a good mood. In fact, the male was far from anything even resembling a good mood. His day had been annoyingly unpleasant from the moment he had woken up to a crick in his neck from the too-soft pillows that the hotel used. Then, after stubbing his toe on the side of the bathtub, he went down to breakfast, where he had a minor confrontation. In the process of thoroughly teaching his assaulter a lesson, some of his opponent's blood had gotten on his omelet, and the male had a hard time arguing with the man making the omelets in order to get a second one.
Then he had to come to his job, protecting some dickwad who had kidnapped a child and was holding him for ransom. Standing behind his employer, Long heard the door to the room open and slipped his hands into his gloves before allowing his eyes to open and view the person entering into the room.
Standing at what looked to be the same height as Long, the other male made his entrance into the room with a briefcase, looking quite nervous. With a shrewd look, Long watched the man silently, taking in all of his mannerisms. Though he appeared nervous, his words came out smooth and pretty even, with no flaws in his speech, as though it were rehearsed. The male asked if he could be seated and then took a seat without awaiting a response, something that could be taken to show a sense of ease instead of nervousness.
Long let his gaze slide over to his employer as the male began to respond. "Hello, Mr... Claudt, is it?" the male asked of the negotiator, before continuing straight away, "If you are here to discuss a price, then let us get to business. What is your proposal?"
Long let his gaze go back to settling on the male across the desk from him... Claudt, his boss had called him.
Post by Vrases Claudt on Jul 8, 2013 23:33:40 GMT -5
glancing from side to side mimicking a nervous negotiator, he looked at the bodyguard, then quickly looked back to his case; the bodyguard was smart, he had been around this sort of action before. he would be a problem. "well, as the situation has...ah, excuse, *cough*, me, my apologizes. anyways, as i was saying, the situation my client has informed me on the situation and he has come to the offer of an offer that he hopes will strike you're fancy.." clicking open his case, he quickly popped out the silence pistol and struck the man into the frontal lobe, near the wornickeys area in the front part of the brain. turning the pistol quickly the bodyguard, he shot him in the thigh and the kidney, and watched him to make sure that the man was unarmed; and surprisingly...he was. sighing sadly, he got up from his spot, put on his tuke, and shifted it into place, and walked slowly and quietly over to where the bodyguard lay with a shot in the thigh and kidney. looking rather sad, he talked quietly to the man. "you weren't supposed to be here...im sorry. you're an innocent in this incident, i never intended to take another persons life besides the man who had done the wrong. sigh, such is the way of the world." raising the gun slowly, he asked the dying man. "have you any last words or requests? if you care for anyone, i will make sure they never must worry for themselves again. ask, and it shall happen....its the least i could do for this mistake that has occurred...such is life, with mistakes being made at the wrong time...at the wrong place...with the wrong people." glancing down, he watched with sad eyes at the man, knowing that he truly did not wish to kill this man; but such was life, with mistakes and things happening at the wrong time, and the wrong place.
Post by Long Richardson on Jul 10, 2013 11:52:06 GMT -5
Long raised an eyebrow as the man looked down at his briefcase, there was obviously something important in there. However, as the male began to speak again, it caught Long's interest that the other make, Claudt, now spoke with more nervousness in his voice, though Long felt it was false, just a facade. The human got the suspicion that this other make had not come to do business at all, but rather, was a hitman come to kill his employer. Forever, before Long even had the chance to fully form the idea, the other male went into action.
Claudt unclasped his briefcase and drew a pistol with a silencer from out of it. Long's eyes went wide as the other make struck out at his employer even faster than he could manage. Next, the male turned the gun on him and shot Long first in the thigh, then, whileLong was distracted by that, he was shot in the kidney. Long fell to the floor, his blood already beginning to pool around him. With a smile on his face, he watched Claudt walk over to him and apologize for shooting him, killing him, soon enough. Long just passively waved off his apology as though his own life meant nothing to him, which it didn't.
Claudt then asked him whether or not he had any last words or requests, or anyone special he wanted to say goodbye, Claudt saying he would take care of anyone he was leaving behind. Long let out a weak, coughing laugh which filled his mouth with blood. "Everyone who has ever been important to me is six feet under, friend. Though, I wouldn't mind a cherry pie," the make said before his head turned to the side, eyes open and a smile on his face as he took his last breath.
