La Squadra Esecuzioni
Jan 26, 2021 20:58:18 GMT -6
Punished Von Brandt, Remy Nakamura, and 1 more like this
Post by AU Julian Mercury on Jan 26, 2021 20:58:18 GMT -6
Spots of blood dotted his clothes, seeping into the material and becoming one with the fabric. It did not matter, it would soon be burned along with any other evidence that he, Eve, and Zayne’s lackeys had been here. It was a good thing they had decided to wear masks for the occasion. It’d be difficult to trace them, especially with the lack of a true police presence in these parts.
The makeshift hideout of one of the many gangs that littered North Las Vegas had been torn apart. Broken glass and fragments of furniture scattered across the floors, the walls chipped and caved in. Doors battered and broken down. Unconscious bodies joined the chaotic scene, a constant reminder of the work he had done as he assessed the property.
Eve rested a delicate hand on his shoulder, her light tone a mockery of the destruction surrounding them.
‘Why the long face? Didn’t enjoy yourself?’ she said.
‘You can’t see my face.’ he said.
‘I can imagine it.’
‘This wasn’t the deal we agreed to with them, Eve. And before you say it - I know you don’t care. But I do. If I had my way, we’d be out of here right now.’
‘We beat a few gangbangers up to send a message. So what? It was bound to happen.’
‘Not my kind of work. Not my style. The fact we’ve had to do it twice, now? I’m starting to think this was the wrong decision altogether.’ he said, removing her hand from his shoulder and dusting it off. She laughed.
‘Oh, Jule.’
‘Don’t.’
‘Touchy, touchy.’
Austen emerged from behind the wall adjacent to the living room where Eve and Julian were situated. If he weren’t wearing a mask, Julian assumed he would have looked amused.
‘You two argue a lot, usually?’
‘Mm.’
‘It’s fine. He adores me.’
Julian ignored her.
‘Did you find what you were after?’
‘No. Their ringleader must be out doing business.’
‘Right. Another reason we should’ve done it my way. All this trouble… and for what? And now we’ve just made your company some new enemies.’
A scoff from Austen.
‘These guys? They ain’t a threat. And besides, got somethin’ you might like. There’s a girl. Might be worth talking to. She’s over here.’ he said, as he turned and began walking down the hall. Julian and Eve followed suit, walking into a small bedroom. A young woman was sat on her bed, with tears streaking down her face, smearing her makeup. Her legs shaked as Julian and Eve approached, unwilling to make eye contact.
Julian calmly pulled the chair out from underneath the study desk next to her bed, and put it in front of him before sitting down on it. He showed his palms to her in an attempt to appear unthreatening.
‘Hello.’
No answer.
‘Do you know who we are?’
A shake of the head.
‘Okay, good. Why are you here?’
He waited patiently. She gulped before talking, the words coming out soft enough that they could have been lost in a light breeze.
‘M-my boyfriend. He comes here a lot.’
‘Was he here tonight?’
‘No. He’s meant to be coming later.’
‘Oh, good. You’ll save me the trouble, then.’
She looked at him now, head titled in confusion.
‘Tell him to let his boss know that there’s a new hierarchy around here - and that there’s no place for him or the rival gangs around here. Word should spread around quickly.’
Her eyes widened in what he assumed was realization.
‘You’re…?’
‘The Foundation. Yes.’ he said, referencing the codename that Kingston Enterprises would be operating under during their time in Las Vegas.
‘And that must mean you’re…’
‘Wow, J. Your reputation is already starting to precede you and you’ve only been here a week. Unreal.’ Eve said, her mockery evident.
The woman looked fearfully between the two of them, her anxiety setting in now that she knew The Foundation's "Reaper" was the masked man she was staring face to face with - the mask being a precaution neither Austen nor Eve seemed interested in taking anymore.
Julian, identifying the look of panic in her eyes, slowly stood up, ensuring he didn’t make any sudden movements.
‘We’re leaving. Remember to tell them what I said. We’ll know if you don’t.’
A tiny nod was all she could muster. That seemed enough to satisfy Julian.
‘Let’s go.’
The makeshift hideout of one of the many gangs that littered North Las Vegas had been torn apart. Broken glass and fragments of furniture scattered across the floors, the walls chipped and caved in. Doors battered and broken down. Unconscious bodies joined the chaotic scene, a constant reminder of the work he had done as he assessed the property.
Eve rested a delicate hand on his shoulder, her light tone a mockery of the destruction surrounding them.
‘Why the long face? Didn’t enjoy yourself?’ she said.
‘You can’t see my face.’ he said.
‘I can imagine it.’
‘This wasn’t the deal we agreed to with them, Eve. And before you say it - I know you don’t care. But I do. If I had my way, we’d be out of here right now.’
‘We beat a few gangbangers up to send a message. So what? It was bound to happen.’
‘Not my kind of work. Not my style. The fact we’ve had to do it twice, now? I’m starting to think this was the wrong decision altogether.’ he said, removing her hand from his shoulder and dusting it off. She laughed.
‘Oh, Jule.’
‘Don’t.’
‘Touchy, touchy.’
Austen emerged from behind the wall adjacent to the living room where Eve and Julian were situated. If he weren’t wearing a mask, Julian assumed he would have looked amused.
‘You two argue a lot, usually?’
‘Mm.’
‘It’s fine. He adores me.’
Julian ignored her.
‘Did you find what you were after?’
‘No. Their ringleader must be out doing business.’
‘Right. Another reason we should’ve done it my way. All this trouble… and for what? And now we’ve just made your company some new enemies.’
A scoff from Austen.
‘These guys? They ain’t a threat. And besides, got somethin’ you might like. There’s a girl. Might be worth talking to. She’s over here.’ he said, as he turned and began walking down the hall. Julian and Eve followed suit, walking into a small bedroom. A young woman was sat on her bed, with tears streaking down her face, smearing her makeup. Her legs shaked as Julian and Eve approached, unwilling to make eye contact.
Julian calmly pulled the chair out from underneath the study desk next to her bed, and put it in front of him before sitting down on it. He showed his palms to her in an attempt to appear unthreatening.
‘Hello.’
No answer.
‘Do you know who we are?’
A shake of the head.
‘Okay, good. Why are you here?’
He waited patiently. She gulped before talking, the words coming out soft enough that they could have been lost in a light breeze.
‘M-my boyfriend. He comes here a lot.’
‘Was he here tonight?’
‘No. He’s meant to be coming later.’
‘Oh, good. You’ll save me the trouble, then.’
She looked at him now, head titled in confusion.
‘Tell him to let his boss know that there’s a new hierarchy around here - and that there’s no place for him or the rival gangs around here. Word should spread around quickly.’
Her eyes widened in what he assumed was realization.
‘You’re…?’
‘The Foundation. Yes.’ he said, referencing the codename that Kingston Enterprises would be operating under during their time in Las Vegas.
‘And that must mean you’re…’
‘Wow, J. Your reputation is already starting to precede you and you’ve only been here a week. Unreal.’ Eve said, her mockery evident.
The woman looked fearfully between the two of them, her anxiety setting in now that she knew The Foundation's "Reaper" was the masked man she was staring face to face with - the mask being a precaution neither Austen nor Eve seemed interested in taking anymore.
Julian, identifying the look of panic in her eyes, slowly stood up, ensuring he didn’t make any sudden movements.
‘We’re leaving. Remember to tell them what I said. We’ll know if you don’t.’
A tiny nod was all she could muster. That seemed enough to satisfy Julian.
‘Let’s go.’