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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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Ouch! *hack* Doing okay how are you?
The first thought that came to his head was not of how to escape. Instinct did not kick in allowing him to slip into the shadows of night, disassociating himself from this crime scene to be able to continue the hunt for the monsters that had murdered this little girl in cold blood. The first thought to cross through his head was one far less efficient.
He was thoroughly, royally fucked. It stung a bit that he had been baited and trapped so easily. His car would be the first thing that they would apprehend, but there wasn't anything there and so long as he got away, his fingerprints would be useless to them unless they had access to a Federal database. Even then, if a Federal database was activated, it would take 12 hours for the nearest FBI branch to send agents to begin to take over the investigation and by that time he would be long gone.
Or would be, if all went well. In a city he wouldn't have this problem, but out here in the middle of no where, getting away without a car would be complicated. He didn't want a manhunt on him, especially since he wasn't the one that they were supposed to be hunting. He scowled, the police car coming to a stop outside the house. Hopefully they would search the house first, and then the barn, allowing him to slip out and away, taking his car to a more populated area where he would dump it and steal another one.
The door to the barn was opening, the light of a flashlight coming dangerously close. He moved quietly to a hidden corner, where the shadows would cover him, and she wouldn't see him. Hopefully. He could tell it was a she from the flashback of her torch. She saw the girl, and seemed focused on her for the moment. He began inching his way towards the door...
FREEZE!
Shit.
He raised his hands and tucked his head in, falling to his knees. He grinned a bit as he said," This... really isn't what it looks like, officer..."
He was thoroughly, royally fucked. It stung a bit that he had been baited and trapped so easily. His car would be the first thing that they would apprehend, but there wasn't anything there and so long as he got away, his fingerprints would be useless to them unless they had access to a Federal database. Even then, if a Federal database was activated, it would take 12 hours for the nearest FBI branch to send agents to begin to take over the investigation and by that time he would be long gone.
Or would be, if all went well. In a city he wouldn't have this problem, but out here in the middle of no where, getting away without a car would be complicated. He didn't want a manhunt on him, especially since he wasn't the one that they were supposed to be hunting. He scowled, the police car coming to a stop outside the house. Hopefully they would search the house first, and then the barn, allowing him to slip out and away, taking his car to a more populated area where he would dump it and steal another one.
The door to the barn was opening, the light of a flashlight coming dangerously close. He moved quietly to a hidden corner, where the shadows would cover him, and she wouldn't see him. Hopefully. He could tell it was a she from the flashback of her torch. She saw the girl, and seemed focused on her for the moment. He began inching his way towards the door...
FREEZE!
Shit.
He raised his hands and tucked his head in, falling to his knees. He grinned a bit as he said," This... really isn't what it looks like, officer..."
Wasap?
Carantathraiel said
*sticks tongue out*
Temptress....
*ties up Jay so she can't drop off* AHA! I have out-schemed ye!
I think that exercise might help you with your sleep...
*rubs Cara's shoulders* Sounds like me...
Well, this was one of the perks of working for the Russian Mob and a fighting agency at the same time. They were putting him up in a five star hotel, all expenses paid, until they could find him a suitable apartment. His agent was still negotiating the Gym that he was going to be sponsored by, but the man told him that the best deals would only come out if he won the fight, and won it convincingly. The Russian had little doubt that he would be able to do precisely that, but until then, well, he supposed it was time for him to start hunting his brother. He knew he wasn't supposed to be doing that, but he wanted that out of the way as quickly as possible. If there was any way that he could help, he would. He didn't owe that bastard anything anyway.
But, as it turned out, he didn't have any connections in the States. If his brother had been hiding in Russia, Alex had made countless friends and acquaintances in prison, most of which were out by now, and could prowl the streets for any sign of the man, but here in The States his moves were limited. The first idea that had struck him had been maybe putting it out in the media that he had a long lost brother living in the country, but he had quickly done away with it. Far from attracting his brother to him, a man that had been on the run from some of the most ruthless gangsters in history would quickly go to ground, and Alex guessed that when a man like his brother went to ground he would be impossible to find. He finally came to the conclusion that the best way to find his brother would be for him to do absolutely nothing. While he wasn't doing anything, he was an electric light, drawing his brother in like an insect. He would know that it would a trap, but knowing was better than not knowing, so he would come close, take a risk. One that Alex hoped the mob would make him pay for in spades.
A knock on his door while he was watching TV. His eyes flickered upwards, turning the television off as he stood, stretching, wincing a bit as he pulled a bit at his tricep, worked a bit too vigorously by his trainer and maybe stretched a bit. They would hold off on exercising that muscle for a bit, until it recovered. He hoped it would be in time for the fight for, while he had the highest confidence in his abilities, if there was one thing that he learned in prison was that overestimating your opponents and being pleasantly surprised was better than he alternative.
He looked into the peephole, seeing three men in the hallway. All bulky, all overdressed with overcoats, long and to their knees, easily concealing weapons. It was a bit early for another Mob visit, so he smiled and opened the door, ready for anything. The three men entered, without a word said with Alex standing across from them. Nothing was said for a few seconds, and finally, the man on the right opened his mouth. Their eyes barely registered the hulking Russian flickering forward, his body arcing as he hammered the man with the open mouth with a thunderous hook to the man's jaw. He fell back, the crunch that Alex had felt on his knuckles indicating that his jaw was broken. He was either stunned or unconscious as he fell on the floor with all the grace of a rag doll, and Alex counted him out of the fight for the moment. The others were already reaching inside their coats. The Russian moved lightly to the side, catching the man in the middle over the ear with his left elbow, followed by a right to the kidney, and Alex grabbed inside the man's jacket, pulling the Uzi out and wrapping the strap around the man's neck, spinning him around to be between Alex and the third man, who already had his gun drawn. The injured man's Uzi was pointed over the same man's shoulder, at the third man.
"Anything stupid done here will be paid for by you," Alex growled.
"The Lawyer that came to see you at the Gym. He disappeared right afterwards. You have anything to do with that?" The man asked.
Alex chuckles," I must be criminal mastermind. I arrive in America one week and I already have contacts that can kidnap lawyers."
"You do have a contact. Your brother."
"If I was still in contact with that Slovoch I wouldn't have accepted your bosses' proposal. I have something called honor, and loyalty to family. You should try it sometime."
"We had to cover all of our bases," The man said by way of an apology," You were the last to see him, after all."
"Tell your bosses that if they try something like this again, I will follow my brother's example."
But, as it turned out, he didn't have any connections in the States. If his brother had been hiding in Russia, Alex had made countless friends and acquaintances in prison, most of which were out by now, and could prowl the streets for any sign of the man, but here in The States his moves were limited. The first idea that had struck him had been maybe putting it out in the media that he had a long lost brother living in the country, but he had quickly done away with it. Far from attracting his brother to him, a man that had been on the run from some of the most ruthless gangsters in history would quickly go to ground, and Alex guessed that when a man like his brother went to ground he would be impossible to find. He finally came to the conclusion that the best way to find his brother would be for him to do absolutely nothing. While he wasn't doing anything, he was an electric light, drawing his brother in like an insect. He would know that it would a trap, but knowing was better than not knowing, so he would come close, take a risk. One that Alex hoped the mob would make him pay for in spades.
A knock on his door while he was watching TV. His eyes flickered upwards, turning the television off as he stood, stretching, wincing a bit as he pulled a bit at his tricep, worked a bit too vigorously by his trainer and maybe stretched a bit. They would hold off on exercising that muscle for a bit, until it recovered. He hoped it would be in time for the fight for, while he had the highest confidence in his abilities, if there was one thing that he learned in prison was that overestimating your opponents and being pleasantly surprised was better than he alternative.
He looked into the peephole, seeing three men in the hallway. All bulky, all overdressed with overcoats, long and to their knees, easily concealing weapons. It was a bit early for another Mob visit, so he smiled and opened the door, ready for anything. The three men entered, without a word said with Alex standing across from them. Nothing was said for a few seconds, and finally, the man on the right opened his mouth. Their eyes barely registered the hulking Russian flickering forward, his body arcing as he hammered the man with the open mouth with a thunderous hook to the man's jaw. He fell back, the crunch that Alex had felt on his knuckles indicating that his jaw was broken. He was either stunned or unconscious as he fell on the floor with all the grace of a rag doll, and Alex counted him out of the fight for the moment. The others were already reaching inside their coats. The Russian moved lightly to the side, catching the man in the middle over the ear with his left elbow, followed by a right to the kidney, and Alex grabbed inside the man's jacket, pulling the Uzi out and wrapping the strap around the man's neck, spinning him around to be between Alex and the third man, who already had his gun drawn. The injured man's Uzi was pointed over the same man's shoulder, at the third man.
"Anything stupid done here will be paid for by you," Alex growled.
"The Lawyer that came to see you at the Gym. He disappeared right afterwards. You have anything to do with that?" The man asked.
Alex chuckles," I must be criminal mastermind. I arrive in America one week and I already have contacts that can kidnap lawyers."
"You do have a contact. Your brother."
"If I was still in contact with that Slovoch I wouldn't have accepted your bosses' proposal. I have something called honor, and loyalty to family. You should try it sometime."
"We had to cover all of our bases," The man said by way of an apology," You were the last to see him, after all."
"Tell your bosses that if they try something like this again, I will follow my brother's example."
No burns are cute when I'm the one getting burnt....
Nice post *smiles* Love it...
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