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Post by Richard Matthews on Jul 24, 2008 17:52:08 GMT -5
Richard sighed as he made his way along the long winding alleyway. Shotgun swinging from his side in time with his fast pace. Stopping for a moment he pulled out a cigarette, holding it between his lips as he reached for a lighter, hidden in his suit jacket. Lighting the cigarette in a click and inhaling deeply, Richard felt himself relax a little. The muscles in his neck and back becoming less tense. Looking down the street he rubbed his head with the barrel of the shotgun he was holding,What a day.
A apparent simple robbery of a bank down the street hadn't worked so well, and now he was left with the consequences. The cops had raided the place quicker than anticipated when the alarms when off. Luckily Richard managed to escape easily, hearing the sounds of the alarms from far away. As he looked around his men however he didn't feel the need to save them, instead leaving them to their fate. At the time it seemed the better choice but now standing alone in the dirty alley he wasn't so sure. Its only a few less pawns to worry about he reassured himself, continuing down the street. Not like he didn't have loads more men waiting for his orders. What he needed was a good follower, someone worthy of his time, someone with skills. Unlike the brain dead followers he had at the moment.
Pulling out a mobile he dialed his driver. The police wouldn't think that anyone else could have escaped their raid and therefore could have been involved, but it was pretty inconvenient to be standing in a nearby ally. Looking down at the gun he scoffed lightly, unlike the other freaks from the experiment he still had to rely on old school methods. Still being as bad at fighting as before, only now he could get out of fights easier. But that suited him, after all their was other things to win a fight with. Guns, bombs, knives and of course a hired group of yobs where always good too. "Come pick me up around the back, there has been a change of plans" Richard simply said, hanging up before the man on the other end could reply.
Closing his eyes Richard sensed the surroundings, the sent of donuts from a nearby stand, the sound of sirens from late police officers coming for some action, the feel of the gentlest breeze and ah! What do we have here he thought swirling around sharply. The sound of footsteps coming closer now obvious, each step loud and clear in his head. Hiding the gun badly behind his back Richard waited, eager for something to do.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 25, 2008 0:50:41 GMT -5
Quinn let out a rather crazy laugh. She had watched the robbery go down and it amused her. She tossed her gun from one hand to another. "Well helllooo handsome."she said finally getting close enough for him to see her face. "Saw that little show...It was cute."
She flipped out a slim cigarette and a lighter. As she took a drag her eyes glowed with mischief. "Looks to me like you have a bum crew. I could help with that."
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Post by Richard Matthews on Jul 25, 2008 3:57:27 GMT -5
Staying put Richard watched a woman approach him through the street, surprised that she would be wandering alone in the alley he was momentarily taken aback. But he still tensed every muscle in his body just in case he needed to react, he was not one to underestimate anybody regardless of gender. When she let out a crazy laugh he let his finger move onto the trigger of the shotgun, she seemed unpredictable, throwing her gun around like a toy. He wasn't a fan on the unexpected, liking to be able to see every move before it happens. Offended by her comment he frowned, the girl obviously didn't realize who she was talking too. "Well you have to break some eggs to make a cake" aware of the cheesiness to the saying he began to analyze her, looking for strengths and weaknesses. A little habit he had picked up over the years.
Watching her smoke Richard took a drag from his own, curiosity making him stay in the conversation. Either that or go back to his brain dead followers. "Is that so?" he said whilst stubbing the half smoked cigarette out onto the street, crushing it with his toe. "And how exactly do you think you can help me?" Intrigued he relaxed a bit, but still keeping his muscles tense enough to turn invisible if need be. You could trust nobody in this city.
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Post by Quinn on Jul 26, 2008 19:37:09 GMT -5
Quinn smiled, running her gun along her cheek bone. "Oh I don't know about that..."she sang. "I have many connections and expertise." Quinn let out another laugh before taking another drag of her cigarette, exhaling it in the shape of a heart that sailed right to the man's face. "The names Quinn."
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Post by Richard Matthews on Jul 26, 2008 19:46:38 GMT -5
Richard was still taken aback by the strangeness of the women before him, but curiosity made him stay talking. The shotgun now hanging loosely by his side."Sounds good to me, but may I ask what exactly do you do? Steal, kill, fight. It all makes that bit of difference to work for me"
Watching the smoke heart move closer he smirked,letting it hit. "nice party trick, And you can call me Ace" he said, finding it strange to not be extending his hand in greeting, too used to formal meetings. "I have some men coming to pick me up in five, so if you tell me your expertise. We might be able to strike up a deal" grinning widely Richard wondered who this woman was, was she one of the experimented?
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Post by Quinn on Jul 26, 2008 20:15:55 GMT -5
Quinn bowed a little. "Oui oui...All of the above."she said with a grin. "I have super agility and eagle eye." She looked him up and down...Not bad at all. "Well thank you Ace...It's a natural ability."
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Post by Richard Matthews on Jul 27, 2008 13:28:24 GMT -5
Richard smiled, clearly enjoying the bow even if it was fooling around. A little respect got people far in his eyes. So she was one of the new 'Super people' like he thought, this was perfect. Just what he needed to help him terrorize and maybe even take over, nothing wrong with high aspirations after all.
A black car then sped into the alley whilst they talked, speeding in fast behind Richard. Turning to it he sighed, the idiots nearly recking his posh car as they nearly hit a bin. "Well this is my lift." he said, turning back to face Quinn. "So since we seem to have an understanding, you might aswell come with me to talk further. A back alley is after all a rather strange meeting place"
Smiling Richard then walked the short distance to the car, opening one of the back doors. Two of his men sat up front, one the driver and the other a body guard leaving the back seat empty. Holding the door open he looked at Quinn again "After you madam" he joked whilst gesturing to the car with his other free hand. "Oh and what exactly do you want for helping me?"
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Post by Quinn on Jul 27, 2008 14:43:51 GMT -5
Quinn let out a laugh when the car almost hit the bin next to her. When he offered to take her in the car she smiled. "Oui."she said walking to the car and sliding in. She was wearing a tight tank top and hoodie along with torn skinny jeans and stiletto boots. "Merci Monsieur."she said. Quinn waited for him to slide in next to her before answering him. "Hmmmm...a good portion of your earnings...Say 50%."
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Post by Richard Matthews on Jul 27, 2008 15:11:42 GMT -5
Richard laughed before climbing into the car next to her. "50% of my earnings huh? wow you aren't cheap, or stupid" liking her attitude, he leaned back into the leather seats as he talked, turning to the driver. "Take us to the hideout, we have business to talk about" he ordered, not bothering to give any more explanation. They were only minions after all, who cares if they had maybe lost a few friends to his latest plan. He didn't have to explain himself to anyone, let them make up stories.
Once the car had left the alley he then turned back to Quinn. "Fine, money isn't that important to me at the moment. So you have a deal. But your skills better be worth it" smiling at her, his brain already began to wirr through potential new plans. "You can have 50% of every deal you help me make, but I hope you know not each plan is about money. You can also stay at my hideout if you so choose, there are plenty of free rooms."
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Post by Quinn on Jul 27, 2008 17:24:05 GMT -5
Quinn smirked when he agreed. "Gooood. I will take you up on that offer."she said. She was pleased he had agreed to her demands...The last man who didn't had a bullet in his head.
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Post by Richard Matthews on Jul 27, 2008 17:53:05 GMT -5
The car pulled up outside a large factory building. It was miles from everything and anyone, leaving them alone for at least a mile in all directions. Perfect place for hiding, away from nosy cops or wannabe hero's. The driver got out and opened the door for Richard with a mumble of "have a good night boss", Richard didn't answer, getting out the car. "Nice to hear, glad to have another on the team" he said, stepping back from the car door to let her out.
"This place might not look like much from outside but trust me, inside its so much different" Once Quinn was out of the car he began walking to the building, weaving through the weeds to the door. "I can get my men grab your belongings and bring them here if you would like?" Stepping up the stone path he turned back to her smiling "We can talk business for five minutes when we get inside, but after that I promise I wont bother you for the rest of the night"
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Post by Quinn on Jul 27, 2008 18:06:26 GMT -5
Quinn got out and looked around. "I'm sure it is."she said, weaving through the weeds behind him. She bid the two men by blowing a kiss. It was more to mock them then to make them happy. She pulled out her gun again. "This is my only belonging. The rest I steal."she said with a wicked grin. When he mentioned five minutes of business she laughed. "Don't you ever mix business with pleasure?"she teased.
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Post by Richard Matthews on Jul 27, 2008 18:18:43 GMT -5
Watching as she toyed with her gun again Richard smirked, "Wow definatly a light traveler then. As long as your a good thief I guess that could work" now they were closer to the building, the sounds of clattering filled the air. Listening to her tease he laughed loudly "No Im afraid I don't, I find it makes the business rather unsatisfactory" teasing back he reached the large wood door, opening it easily.
Inside the building there were tonnes of men, each scurrying about to fix one thing or another. "See the business I was talking about is actually going to take place some time tomorow" Looking over at a large vat of liquid, that was one of the many being stirred in the room, Richard grinned menacingly "Have you ever played with explosives Miss Quinn?"
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Post by Quinn on Jul 27, 2008 18:51:35 GMT -5
Quinn grinned when they reached the inside where many men were working. "One of my specialties."she said, biting her lip. As one man walked by and grabbed her ass she whipped out her gun and pressed it into his forehead.
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Post by Richard Matthews on Jul 27, 2008 19:27:07 GMT -5
"Good to hear" Richard smirked still looking down at the large vat. "This is nitroglycerin, enough to blow up nearly everything you could want" his brain whirred frantically, excitement for the next day clearly showing. "Tomorrow we are going to blow up one of the office blocks in the business park. Sikes industries to be exact, which is the largest tower block as im sure you know." Maliciousness showed in his voice and his eyes as he imagined the terror such an act would cause, fully exited. "And like dominoes we should get a few free towers thrown in as well"
Demonstrating the collapse with his hand, Richard turned to Quinn. Watching one of his men grab her ass "Woah there, don't get too exited" he snorted when she rammed her gun into the guys forehead, impressed by the speed. Franky he couldn't care less whether or not she blew his brains out, but if the others knew that. The work ethic would deteriorate dramatically. "I'm sure he didn't meen to do that, brushed by accident"
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