Posted 28 May 2010 - 09:46 AM
The old man left the building, walked to where his car waited. His driver was nowhere in sight. He cursed and walked around the car. Fucker must be asleep behind the wheel again. He discovered the whereabouts of the man as he circled the car, blood staining his shoes and army green overcoat. The driver had been cut, several times, with a long bladed implement. Its wielder stood up from where he had crouched behind the back wheel. "Time to die," he said, hard face lighting up with savage joy. The sword cut through the old man's abdomen, and he staggered a pace forward, trying to point his cane at his killer, then his entrails tumbled out, and he fell to his knees. The swordsman slapped the cane aside with the flat of his blade, contemptuously running the blade along the cane, cutting through the thumb, and the cane clattered to the ground.
"No mercy decapitation for you," he whispered, and left the old one to die in his own gore.
Omtose is dead. He was Hong Sifu, Chinese Syndicate.
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He walked down the street, lost in thought. Was it end-game, or still a fight for control over D4, E4, D5 and E5? He had no clue, and it was rather important to find out. The thugs waited for him in ally, swinging chains and bats, but they hadn't counted on his good reflexes and even less about the Ruger KP93 he carried. Six shots rang out, and he walked on. Definately a fight for the mid squares of the board, he smiled to himself.
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She snuck through the sewers, searching for the damp control room where he had made his operational headquarters. It was empty, he was probably on the move somewhere else. She searched the map table, read his notes, and a smile crept along her thin lips, for once lighting those dead, dead eyes. She knew her retirement was one step closer.
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The elegant Keanan Duffty dress and Jimmy Choos were out of place in this joint, but she wasn't overly concerned, after all, she was very able to defend herself and she only came to the bathing house to catch a glimpse of her target, confirm if the carp could swim, so to speak. She watched the athletic body, the tattoos crawling all over it, and knew enough. "I've always wanted to see a true Japanese bathing house," she smiled wide-eyed, playing to the stupid gaijin stereotype.
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The little red robot landed on her shoulder, and squeeked out a message. Her first tendency was to swat it away, but when the first words had been spoken, she smiled. "You're kinda cute... think I could have you, after all this is over?" she asked.
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He walked through the city, sticking to the shadows. He had paid the architect a visit, scared the man to death. Tonight, he would go after the man with the eyebrows, lock him in his room and make sure he would not be up to stuff. He put tobacco in his pipe. It would be peace, soon, and he could smoke then.
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The two women met in the embassy, the blackhaired slender one in her Comme des Garçons clothes, the buxom blonde in equally expensive and well-cut designer wear. They kissed each other on the cheek. "it took time to arrange this meeting, but I'm glad we finally meet," the black haired one said. "Indeed," the other replied. "But let's talk shop before we do the pleasantries. There's a lot of information to share." She opened her iMac, turned the screen so that the other could see, waved the servant away who offered tea, and then realized that he wasn't holding a teapot, but a metallic Tanfoglio Combat pistol. She duck under the table, but the other lady was not so fortunate. Bullets sprayed, her stomach was pierced by four shots, her belly button, a ring with a chain with a tiny heart attached to it, came free and spun lazy circles through the air, before hitting the blonde on the head. She screamed. The assassin ran.
Serc is dead, she was Christine Haines, an American Spy
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She passed the man with the glasses as he ordered a hamburger. He seemed distracted, which was good - for now. She took her cellphone, switched it to silent, and stuck it in the pocket of his long raincoat.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
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Silanah, on 28 May 2010 - 08:20 AM, said:
