Thread: Alpha and Omega | Lagertha x Zprimal |

Abaddon returned from his search, shaking his head as though it was all in vain, Seriously, there's no one here. We're just wasting our- Shut up for a moment. Corrin cut him off, having noticed a figure wearing a hoodie enter the platform and enter the shared restroom from earlier, Over there. Two of them. He gestured towards the bathroom where he saw the figure enter, already moving towards where the suspect was. Now this is what I'm talking about, Abaddon was always keen for violence, his background check proved him to be perfect where some extra muscle was needed. He snapped out a collapsible baton, a loud crackle of energy as he activated its shock field. He marched forward, coming to a halt as two hooded figures exited the restroom. He noted the traces of meat on one of their faces before saying, If this isn't a dead giveaway, I don't know what is. Just... do your damn job. Corrin too had stepped up, deciding against drawing his own stun baton but instead preferring to overpower his two tiny opponents. He was easily the tallest of the four of them, his size made it clear he was an Alpha and certainly not one of those in the mid-range categories. We'll need you two to come with us for a bit. We have reason to believe you have infringed on one of spaces of influence and would like to correct that. If you try to resist, He twirled the baton, It won't kill you but it certainly won't feel too good either. He began mentally counting to three, giving the two just enough time for the words to sink in before advancing on them, forcing them to take action. To flee or to submit to their demands. Corrin moved forward, going for the rearmost figure. The dark-haired Alpha stretched out an arm, gripping the hood and yanking it off. The first thing he smelled was something distinctly feminine, something which he had not experienced the likes of even among other female Alphas and Betas he had met before. His eyes flashed amber as he made to grab her by her hoodie, lifting her up with a single arm. Abaddon. His voice serious, his posture too had changed, I'll take this one. The other shouldn't be too much of a problem to bring back to Mister Franks. His eyes cast down her exposed legs before he growled lowly, We may have gotten something good. Don't mess the other one up too much, we may need some information later. If his suspicions were correct, these two were omegas and not from the city either, judging from their fashion sense. They would have probably come from another group of Omegas, one which would profit the syndicate greatly if he managed to locate and harvest them. And, his eyes lingered on the pretty face of the Omega he had lifted into the air, this one would prove worth bonding with if she shows enough spirit. Her scent was driving him wild with need, his grip tightened on her clothes his mind immediately going to what she would be like without anything on. He closed his eyes, shaking away the image before addressing her directly, You're a thief from earlier, aren't you? Do you know what happens to thieves in the city? Remember those guys in white with mirror visors? I hear they'll lock you up good for years, or shoot you if you try to run. At this point the entire station was looking at the both of them, some already dialing in the Enforcers, others walking away, eyes averted from the scene until they were a safe distance away. They watched with great interest, one of the Syndicates' members picking on what appeared to be a duo of nobodies. Abaddon shrugged mentally, not waiting a second for the other hooded figure to get a chance to break free from his inaction. He swung the baton, going for the ribs, the air crackling blue energy as he did so. It was always best to strike while the others were still stunned, not to give them the chance to formulate a course of action and knock them down to further assert control.