Thread: Outmatched (Dawnella X Greeneyed23)

all nine current Don's were there of course. they were shouting at one another demanding answers, and wondering just what the hell was going on, when the doors opened and the outfit Caitlin had been to sent to investigate came into the room. There was an uproar but affter severla minutes they managed to get everyone calmed down and sittting. The leader of the outfit sat calmly and said. gentlmen we are here to discuss a new deal... The moment those words were said the window caitlin had come through shut and locked and the building pressurized itself. The men below did not notice but a man walked onto the catwalk and looked right at Caitlin. hello my dear. You certainly do look fetching in that outfit. He was a very handsome man, but in the way that any mother would snatch her daughter away from him. his smile was perfect, his black hair was perfectly cut and styled in a faux part down the middle that gave him even more of a sinister touch. His blue eyes were like gunsteel and twice as cold. He was tall, at least 6'4, and very fit, despite the immaculate cut of his very fine black suit. He had no jewelry on though he did carry a black silver headed cane, but his hands showed signs of a worker and a fighter and he smiled at Caitlin again. Let's make things more interesting. He walked onto the other side of the catwalk his rubber soled shoes making this silent. he continued to smiled at her as he thumbed the eye of the shark that served as his cane handle. There were eight small explosions and the catwalk fell the ten feet to the table startling everyone there into silence. The man fixed his suit from the fall then pressed the other eye and the sides of the catwalk fell making the others jumpback in alarm. Only when the echoes had settled did he speak. ladies and gentlemen.... there were indeed three female dons, and several females in the outfit. I have gathered you here this evening to introduce you to two people. First of all... He pointed his cane at Caitlin and a huge flashlight was trained on her illuminating her for everyone. they all immediately started for their weapons but the man with the cane raised his hands. Hold on. I'm not done. he looked up at Caitlin and winked. this lovely creature has been sent to spy on you. Well that's fine. Moving on. My name Is Harold Francis Bly the III. You may call me HB. he gestured at the outfit, who the most nervous. it was a special name from these people. And since our relationship shall be so short it really doesn't matter. Now- A woman from the outfit jumped to her feet. Harold you can't- he whirled on her with remarkable speed and clubbed her across the temple with his cane cracking her skull and sending her head over heels into her chair which toppled over as she lay there bleeding to death. He sighed as he took out a handkerchief and polished the head then checked his shoot before continuing. Very Rude. As I was saying you are very very sloppy. He pointed at the dons and there crews and was satisfied to see them flinch. you have a stranglehold on this city's crime. but you let billions in revenue flow by because you are too busy fighting over nothing and trying to control which has surpassed your little peon brains. they started to grumble but as he walked near them they fell silent. He then to to the outfit again. And you my former friends. You were just too sure of yourselves. I've examined the data. The only thing that fool of a Don had for you was an introduction to drug dealers. They began to grumble as well. as HB continued to walk up and down the table watching them. He raised his hands when he thought there had been enough talk. 'Well see I've told you this and I've made my point I can tell. the problem is I don't like any of you. i certainly don't need you. And I sure as hell am not going to waste my time guarding against you. So! He pressed both shark eye and two panels in each wall spun about to reveal dual minigun turrets meaning there were four antitank weapons at either end of the room. everyone froze in horror as HB grinned. Ah i see we understand each other. Unfortunately for you I have no more to say to you and my next conversation is for the ears of but one. Bye Bye! he looked up at Caitlin smiling again as the guns opened fire. The bullets tore into their targets blowing them apart throwing gore and blood everywhere. The table was impossible to hide under, though many tried and were quickly cut down. The last few tried to break out the windows but it was high pressure ballistic glass made to withstand rockets and they were also cut down quickly. The guns searched for twenty seconds and each delivered final bursts in people who had not yet died ending the situation. Once done the guns swiveled and pointed right at Caitlin but did not fire. HB was all smiles. Somehow the blood and gore had missed him and he seemed rather pleased with himself. Now you my dear...What am i to call you? Oh who knows. For now I'll just call you Foxy Blonde. he grinned at the idea. You do look so ravishing in that outfit. Now I want you to listen to me my dear. I am taking control of all crime in this city. I will not be killing you. For a very good reason. He gestured at all the bodies. I have a kill order for each person here . Your friends in the Intelligence community won't like it but they cannot be denied. they have them already by the way. But I do not have a kill order on you. So you and I shall survive this night together. isn't that wonderful? His voice grew excited at the thought. Anyway as i said i am taking control of crime here in the city. in fact my forces are doing so even as we speak. This means i am ending my government service. I am sure you will have a lot of thinking to do and your bosses will likely want more intel on me. But I will give you this for free. Stay away. He was no longer smiling. 'You have my name you can get my file. it will show That i a a clinical sociopath and narcissist with homicidal and genocidal tendencies. I am highly intelligent, and i have never hesitated at anything to complete a job. know very little about you my dear but i suggest you accept you are dealing with a force you cannot understand or combat and you leave quietly... I am also an expert in hand to hand and weapons combat so if you are thinking of ambushing a desk weenie I assure you it will not be that simple. He sighed after his little speech and fixed his suit. i hate monologuing. well... i bid you good evening my dear. hope never to see you again. Toodles. he walked to the end of the table lightly dropped to the floor and walked out the door shutting it behind him. After a minute the pressure of the building faded and her window exit open as the guns spun vanishing into the walls again. The stink was already awful and would only get worse, despite the open window it was very hot in the room.