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Post by Razgat on Dec 2, 2009 19:58:34 GMT -5
"There you are. Going out to meet with your girlfriend, eh? Don't you already have three wives?" Penelope followed the manager of the local store with the scope of her sniper. He was one of Nathan's pets, jacking up his prices at his master's will. He was just as bad as the rest.
He suddenly took a turn down an alleyway. Penelope raised an eyebrow. "What's this? That wasn't on your daily planner..." She took out the manager's hand book that she had swiped from his desk. In the time period she was currently in it said he had a date with a special someone. She assumed it was another lover. "Well, Penelope, you know what they say about assuming..."
She peeked back in her scope and watched him. He headed to one of the back doors of the werehouse. He knocked three times before a man in a black trench coat opened it. He was holding a briefcase. The manager looked around him to check for trouble before he took it and handed the man in the leather jacket a bag. He turned away and began walking away casually with the briefcase. "Gotcha."
Bang
The bullet hit its target. It ran right through the center of his forhead and splattered the walkway behind him with blood, brains, and bits of bone. Penelope smirked and picked herself up. She had been lying down on the roof of a building to stay hidden. She tucked her sniper into her left pant leg before reaching into her jacket to pull out a grapple gun. She latched it onto the edge of the building then jumped off. She went speeding down before the line slowed and gracefully let her land with a tap. She stored away the grapple gun and picked up the breifcase to open it. "What! Crack!" She grumbled and threw it aside. "That's not what I was looking for. What about the plans? The blacklisting? The dealings? Tch, this guy was a waste of my time." She kicked him slightly. She cocked her head to study him. "But I guess I should clean you up, shouldn't I?"
She cleared away the brains and bits of bone and tossed them into a trash can. She left the blood there. Nightly brawls weren't that uncommon. They would probably figure it as that. She then hefted the man over her shoulder and began to take the back roads to head towards his office. She stopped when she heard a man talking and women giggling. She peered around the corner onto the main street and saw Nathan. She quickly turned back into the alleyway. "Shit, I gotta get rid of you fast. No time for a set up."
She shoved him into the dumpter and quickly grabbed her grapple gun again. She aimed it for the opposite building and let it pull her up. She swung into an open window and stood out of sight, watching Nathan.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Dec 2, 2009 19:59:34 GMT -5
Asher thought it was rather odd that Nathan could see him standing on the roof...but whatever. "Your cheerleaders annoy me..." He said blandly.
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Post by Monika on Dec 2, 2009 20:03:59 GMT -5
"Well, I'm afraid I can't do much about that. To each his own opinion." Nathan smiled. The cheerleaders stuck their tongues out at Asher.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Dec 2, 2009 20:36:31 GMT -5
Asher frowned. "Err..right. How old are these girls anyway?" He asked. Suddenly he noticed something in a nearby diner. Some thug was holding the cashier at gunpoint, while the customers sat in fear. Asher rolled his eyes. "Honestly, really?" He sighed and stepped into the diner, as he did so, slipping his hands into his pockets in a casual manner.
"Excuse me sir." He said to the thug, who looked over at him with a growl.
"Sit the fuck down. now!" The thief yelled, aiming the gun at Asher. Asher sighed and pulled his hands from his pockets.
"THat's rude." THe man said. He suddnely flexed his fingers...and the thief's gun was diced into pieces. THe man stared dumbly down at his hand, then the ruined weapon.
"Huh?" Was all he got to say, befor his head slid from his shoulders. Someone in the diner wailed in horror, but Asher paid it no mind. Instead he snapped his fingers, igniting a flame at his fingertip. He lowered his cigarette and lit it. "Sorry for the mess." He said, tossing the cashier a ten dollar bill.
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Post by Monika on Dec 2, 2009 20:46:28 GMT -5
"Murderer murderer, wrong or right? How will he be punished tonight!" the cheerleaders sang. They had watched the whole diner scene, giggling the entire time. Nathan walked inside and approached Asher. "Wow. That was quite impressive...Although you really shouldn't go on these vigilante missions. Quite dangerous and...not good for the reputation." Nathan laughed.
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Post by Razgat on Dec 2, 2009 21:06:18 GMT -5
Penelope scoffed and leaned out of the window, propping her head up with her hand on the window sill. "What does he care about reputation? He's the freaking Energy King! All he cares about is his business." She looked back to survey the actual room she was in. It looked like a bachelor pad. A bed, a tv, a small fridge, some other knick knacks. Just the essentials...for a guy anyways. She walked over and peeked into the fridge. "Beer and pretzels...typical." She grabbed a bottle and went back to leaning out of the window while sipping at her bottle.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Dec 2, 2009 21:15:03 GMT -5
Asher shrugged. "Don't really care. I do as I please." He glanced at the cheerleaders. "No really...at least make them stop with the chanting..."
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Post by Monika on Dec 2, 2009 21:23:00 GMT -5
"Cheerleading is what we do! We won't stop tormenting you!" they giggled.
"Ah, I wish I could. It's kinda their thing." Nathan said almost as if it were programmed. He very well could have told them to stop considering he was the CEO of their current employing corporation, but he enjoyed their chanting too much.
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Post by Monika on Dec 2, 2009 21:24:30 GMT -5
"So, who are you, anyway? And what's with slicing that man's head off?" Nathan asked, looking around the diner in mild disgust. How...not fitting for a rich man... he thought.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Dec 2, 2009 21:27:10 GMT -5
Asher grinned. "Well now...not to sound cliche, but I've had many names, but for now you can call me Asher." He said with a mock bow. "As for that guy," He nodded at the corpse. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a long strands of razor thin wire, barely visible. "A little subtle..but....effective."
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Post by Monika on Dec 2, 2009 21:32:25 GMT -5
"Ah...Interesting. How would you like to be recruited as the first assassin of Dynasty Empire - er - Electric Power Company? We could use your subtlety and skill with...wire." Nathan stared at the almost invisible wires Asher held.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Dec 2, 2009 21:36:42 GMT -5
Asher thought about it. A small almost forgotten part of him wanted to laugh at the irony, but outwardly he shrugged. "Sure. But I don't come cheap."
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Post by Monika on Dec 2, 2009 21:40:44 GMT -5
"But of course. How much are we talking, Asher? Keep in mind that I can offer you countless women - far less annoying than these, I assure you - in addition to money. And discounts on any energy you may use, of course." Nathan said.
"Annoyances we surely are, but we don't care! We get free cars!" they cheered.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Dec 2, 2009 21:44:51 GMT -5
"All of thee above!" Asher said with a cheery grin...and inwardly trying to drown out the cheerleaders. "So when do I start?" He flicked away the stub of his cigarette and got out a new one, lighting it with a snap of his fingers.
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Post by Monika on Dec 2, 2009 21:50:30 GMT -5
"You can start right now!" Nathan said cheerfully. "I heard a gunshot a while back and I don't appreciate potential threats on the city." Nathan turned and pointed in the general direction of Penelope. "I believe the sound came from that direction." Nathan looked at his cheerleaders, who all feared for their lives. They were afraid of all weapons and knew that they could be easily replaced in case they died. "Oh, and before I forget..." Nathan rummaged through his suit pockets. He produced a handful of bills and a card. "Your $50,000 signing bonus and a card that entitles you to a 15% discount on energy.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Dec 2, 2009 22:23:31 GMT -5
Asher took the money and card and pocketed them. "If you were a woman I'd love you forever. But seeing as I want to keep my dignity, I'll restrain myself." He said, and began walking in the general direction of the gunshot.
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Post by Monika on Dec 3, 2009 17:16:58 GMT -5
"Good luck." Nathan called after him. Hmm...This diner is so...in need of improvement. Nathan thought as Asher left. He approached the cashier and said "You, cashier! Where is the owner of the diner?" he asked as politely as possible.
"This one? Or the entire franchise?" the man asked.
"Franchise? You mean there's more than one? Hahaha..." A brilliant idea came into Nathan's mind as he produced a solid golden cell phone from his pocket. "Both, please." he finally replied.
"Yep. Franchise. Mom and Pop's Dynasty Diner." he said proudly. "The owner of this one is sitting in back counting the money from the day. There's been a string of crimes recently so sales have gone down. He was actually thinking about selling it...The owner of the total franchise is up in some office in the northern part of town." the cashier said. "Hey, Rick! Someone wants to speak to you!" he called.
A gruff, balding man came out holding about 30 dollars worth of bills and muttering something about criminals. "Damn it. What the hell do you want?" the man asked roughly, staring Nathan up and down.
"Hmph. That's no way to treat the CE - never mind." I don't think these guys actually know who I am. Let's keep it that way. "I heard that proceeds for the diner were down and I wanted to buy it from you."
"Yer outta yer damn mind, boy! This diner's been in the family fer years. Mah dad owns the whole franchise! This here's mah son! None o' you fancy business types are gettin yer paws on it!" the man yelled. His fist shook violently in the air.
"Give me the restaurant." Nathan demanded calmly.
"Why, you've got some nerve, boy! I oughta-" the man took a swing at Nathan, who intercepted it and threw the man to the ground. Nathan took his cellular phone and called someone. "Hello? Yes, this is the CEO. Please stop sending energy to..." Nathan peaked his head outside to check something. "...Mom and Pop's Diner, Main Street. Thanks." Nathan hung up the phone and in a matter of seconds the entire diner went pitch black.
"You! You bastard!" the man cried from the ground. "How the hell am I spose to keep mah food cool or cook it without electricity?!"
"Don't know. Don't care. Should've thought of that before you decided to be so rude." Nathan replied casually, preparing to walk away.
"I'll go out of business fer sure...Fine, damn businessman. I'll sell it to ya..." the man got up and held out his hand expectantly.
"Hmm? Sell? Oh, no. You had your chance to sell. Now you're just going to go bankrupt and starve. Adios."
"NO! Please! I'll do anything!" he yelled.
Just the words I wanted to hear... "Fine. I'll buy this place for...$1,000 on the condition that your father sells me the rest of them too." Nathan smiled, flashing his blindingly bright teeth in the darkened room. The man shielded his eyes from it.
"What?! Are you!? A thousand'll barely cover-
"Or you can suffer, go crying to your dad and tell him how much of a failure you are. Barely making thirty bucks a day. What kind of existence is that? Tell you what...I'll make it $15,000 if you get out of my sight right now." Nathan was mildly disgusted by the man and the rundown diner.
"Wh...Fine." The man hung his head in shame as Nathan wrote a check for $15,000. "I'll tell mah dad to sell the business...Thanks." He and the cashier walked out and headed up north to speak with the franchise owner.
"Ha. How easy. I can't help but think that taking over a restaurant has been done in this family before..." Nathan laughed and called someone else. Moments later a team of janitors with Power Mops and Power Brooms had come to clean up the place.
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Post by Mizagium on Dec 3, 2009 17:19:54 GMT -5
"NOOOOOO!" Max Power recovered and headed off Asher. "You can't work for him! He's EVIL and MEAN and a JERK!"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Dec 3, 2009 17:23:12 GMT -5
Asher nudged the body with one foot, sniffing distastefully. "Well now, who were you?" He asked the body, which remained expectedly silent. Asher knelt and examined the man. There was a bullet hole in the back of his head, the front of which looked shredded. "A clean shot." Asher murmured.
He stood and looked around at the surrounding buildings. He bit back a swear. This was why he both loved and hated big cities; too many places to conceal yourself.
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Post by Mizagium on Dec 3, 2009 17:24:59 GMT -5
"Listen to me!" Max shouted. Fed up, he picked up the body and hurled it at Nathan.
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