Chapter 2: The Friendly Reconstruction
BrigeportEast Docs (Yakuza) 7:30 PM: Mr. Sinister's Warehouse
After escaping the prison, the rogues sat in the sub for about an hour, the tension was thick and the space was cramped. The only one looking comfortable was Jenkins. Soon he announced that they were there and moved to open the hatch. Outside, if you know the city, you would recognize the smell of tobacco, and alcohol. The dark atmosphere and the dim street lights. The large shipment containers and the sound of scrapping metal as they were being lifted and moved by a crane. All of the different Japaneses markings and signs, showing how the Yakuza mark their territory. It was Brigeport, more specifically, the older East Docks. Bridgeport was controlled by the Shinoda Family of the Yakuza.
Jenkins led the group right across the street from the Docks to a warehouse. He input a code into a pad and the lift opened revealing a normal looking space with a small stairs to the right and rows of shelves holding wooden boxes and crates. There were laps hanging above and an air full of dust. The place looked like it had not been used in a while. Once inside the opening closed and Jenkins turned to address the group.
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Jenkins looked at the group with distaste, wondering why he was even here. After the thought and eye roll, he began to speak.
"Hello and welcome. If you did not already know yet, my name is Jenkins, and I have acted as your baby sitter for the past hour. He said bitterly.
"Now you stand in one of the many properties owned by Mr. Sinister. You should be grateful that he choose all of you, if I was him you all would be at the bottom of the ocean but alas I am not so here we are" He said with contempt as he trained his bright red eyes on the group.
"Well let’s get things under way. You all probably have a lot of questions but sadly I am not here to answer them. I am here get you settled in and then I can get back to my real job. Being a butler. Now, the door to your left leads to a lounge room. It has a TV, a Mini Bar, fully stocked I might add, and food. Behind me down this row there is a bunk for each of you with your name on it. He said as he gestured to the door and the row behind him.
"Now I am also guessing that you would like to know more about Mr. Sinister. Well I will only tell you a few things that are important for now. He is a techno- path, and for those of you with low IQs, that means he can control technology with his mind. He was the rogue that sunk Cell Block S. You know the famous one that first man to ever break free of ICF, I know because I broke out with him 15 years ago when the prison first opened. He is a dangerous man and is not one to be played with. After clearing his throat he began to pace.
"There are a few important things you should know. One; inside of you right now there are nanites inside of you, flowing through your veins, making more of themselves from your own matter. Now, before you over react, they are there for a number of reasons, but to put it simply they are meant to act as a leash until you have paid your debt to Mr. Sinister." He said with a smirk at some of their shocked and angry faces.
"What? You did not think that this was a free ride and then you are free to go about still running around like chickens with your heads cut off, most likely to get caught again. Well it is not. And most of you should know that nothing is free when you are working with a master class Rogue. You all accepted his deal when your finger touched the PDA. Tell me did you feel something different after you pressed you thumb against the screen? Well a real rogue would have. When you touched that screen you technically signed a sort of contract. Your thumbs released nanites hidden in the cells of the screen, a small amount, but due to the adrenalin from your fight with the Warden, they spread like wild fire across your bodies. This entire time they have been collecting data on each of you, finding your strengths, plotting your personalities, and doing one key job; finding out how to kill you. Each of you have given enough data, to us, that we have a way to kill each and every one of you. It's amazing isn't it. Now before you all try to kill me remember, there are enough nanites flowing through your bodies to kill you on the spot. This leads me to explaining the rules. Just three simple guidelines, while you are working off your debt to Sinister. First, if you try to leave or run away before the job is done, you will die. Second, if you try to sabotage the mission, in any way you will die, and lastly if you try to kill each other you will die." He finished with three fingers being held in the air.
"Now what I am about to tell you, take it as a sign of good faith. The nanites can be removed but they have to be turned off first and they will be turned off after you finish one job for Mr. Sinister. He needs you to settle a score with a...how do I say this, rivaling faction, for him. You will act as his kill squad and once the job is finished the nanites will turn off and be expelled through your body by..natural means if you can understand that. Then you will be freed." Jenkins said with a full smile that implied more than it meant.
"That is all I have to say. Play nice children and remember don't kill each other. Oh and one more thing, the beds are pre-assigned. Each one containing a tablet that has all the data on you including the "kill switch". So have fun with that. Any questions? No. Well god-bye." In an instant he disappeared. No flashy bang, or magic spell he just vanished in the blink of an eye. Leaving the rogues to wallow with each other and await orders.