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Zeke drove down mostly public streets as he headed for the address, keeping Donny's plan in mind, he veered off a block away from 2000 Fashion Shaw Drive, parking his SUV in a back alley behind some of the low lying buildings there. Though Las Vegas is famous for its Strip and its massive buildings, the great irony is that not even a block or two off of the Strip, most buildings look like any other town in Nevada or Arizona, and don't share the penchant for high-rises.

Parking and locking the car, Zeke grabs his rifle from the passenger seat and starts climbing up a service ladder to the roof, he speaks as he climbs.

"I'm almost in position, just on the other side of the block, getting a good vantage point."
I've posted up a character sheet in my OP. I took a few liberties with some of the tech and elements of the backstory, just let me know if I'm overstepping my bounds or not.
I'm interested, will likely setup a character sheet by tomorrow night.

Zeke exited out of the building to his own SUV, going to the back of the vehicle first and popping the truck open to reveal a large custom-made chest that filled the entire back of the vehicle, based off the kind the military liked to use to store their own supplies of arms, though this one's lock was unconventional. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out rifle cartridge he had been twirling earlier, fitting the bullet lead-first into the unusual lock, he then tapped the false cartridge's blasting cap with a simple ring on his right hand that had a firing pin fitting. There was a soft click as the case unlocked, and he withdrew the cartridge, opening the chest.

Though Zeke never carried his heavy arms in this chest, it was what he referred to as his "go-to kit", essentially housing all the weapons and gear he normally used on a job. It was filled with a motley assortment of handguns, several shotguns, and a handful of rifles. Ammunition was kept in pouches near them. Aside from the guns, he also kept a couple of his face-masks in the case. The actual masks being out of a solid metal alloy commonly used for tanks, with the weave over the rest of the rest of his head being made out of the military prototype "dragon-hide". They'd cost Zeke a fortune to procure in the quantities he had desired, but then he wasn't aiming to be The Lead Lord who went down by simple bullets. He'd painted this particular mask to mimic his skull, figuring that he'd go for more a grim reaper look for this job.

He slid the mask over his head, making such the weave met the neck of his jacket, and then started loading up on arms. His two .44 revolvers were already on him at his hips, but he loaded a Desert Eagle into a holster on the back of his belt, a sawed off shotgun into a thigh holster on each leg, four M1911s to holsters on his chest, and lastly picked out an M4 Carbine Assault rifle. He took a couple pouches of ammo for his pistols and three clips for his M4 before closing the chest and trunk, carefully placing the loaded M4 in the passenger seat, and starting the car up.

He spoke into his neck mic as he pulled out of the meeting place on the public roads:

"This is Lead Lord, I'm mobile and have my teeth in, heading for the assignment. What's your status First-Degree, Lucky?"
Zeke had been about to give another reply to Shane about how ridiculous that last notion was before Donny started talking, but afterwards he decided it wasn't worth it, and he certainly wasn't going to interrupt "The Boss" to do it. He'd basically gotten what he wanted, and The Reaper Man got his. He simply ended the whole confrontation by giving a glance back over at Shane, spinning the cylinder of his revolver as he picked it back up and said:

"Well, best of luck Reaper Man. We'll continue this discussion later as to who's better either after they're all dead, or when we meet in death."

He smiled a wolfish grin and winked over at the suited assassin as he holstered his pistol and walked over to the motioning Donny. He thought Donny's choices reasonable. The founding member of K9 was a masterful killer to see work in action regardless of what weapon he used, and Lucky was bound to be fun. Now to sort out the details of their plan of attack, then go and get suited up to make it rain lead on the Irish. He tested his mic and earpiece as waited to hear what Donny's thoughts were.

Momentarily stunned by Ramshackle's outburst and lightning fast knife throwing, it took a minute for Zeke to recognize Shane's chiding remark.

Zeke's grip tightened on his rifle cartridge into a fist at the Reaper Man's personal gouge. Thorn criticizing him was one thing, but his professional rival turning the dagger in only got under his skin all the more. He exhaled, relaxing his grip again and repeated twirling his cartridge as he strove to calm himself down, he'd take out his rage on their foes later where he actually had a chance to show Shane up, there was no point in creating anymore unnecessary animosity between partners . . . All the same, he didn't sit well with the idea of laying back as Miles, Shane, and others were suggesting.

"As our colleagues are both proving in their own ways, we cannot be treating the Irish as if they're not worth the effort. They may be pissed out of their minds half the time, but that's what makes them so unpredictable. They're crazy enough to torch and shoot up places in broad daylight if they feel they can get away with it, and liquid courage makes people think they can get away with anything."

Zeke then stopped twirling his cartridge and stuffed it into his pocket, drawing instead a revolver from his right hip as he inspects it.

"Besides, with all due respect, I believe that Ramshackle has half a point in that we're not looking at the full picture. The Mobs are one thing, and The Commission can still be dealt with if we're worried about the Italians, these freelancers we keep discussing are another thing entirely. Its all fine and dandy to suggest we dig up intel on them, but who's to say they're even going to give us the chance? How do we know they haven't already tracked us to here, have tipped off the Irish, and they're all currently on their way to try blow us all away in one swoop before we can all agree on a plan? Or that they won't try and kill us all on our way home? They know they're facing a team of the best killers in the business, and know that their best bet at knocking us off is to try and catch us with our guns empty and our blades hung up. We have to let them know that they're going to have to think 10 steps ahead, not just 2 if they want to kill us."

Zeke then slams his revolver on the table on its side and stands up, pushing his chair back, looking over at Shane directly.

"That's what I intend to do. So how about we agree to disagree and split our approach to this coordinated endeavour? Its not like the Irish are tough to find in this city, and if they've already declared war on us, we're not breaking any rules by responding with blood and fire. Me, and those with me can try and deal with the Irish directly, or at least let them know they're not just going to smack us down like we're nothing. While you and your crew can get to work finding out who else wants to take us off our thrones and how best to deal with them . . . Call it divide and conquer, or splitting one target into two so that the shooter has to choose which prey is more worthwhile to them at the moment, or simply elephant and mouse approaches, whatever the hell you want."
The Lead Lord Ezekiel leaned forward in his chair. He had been twirling a rifle cartridge in his fingers, as some poker players often twirl one of their chips. He put it down as he spoke.

"Sounds like something we should have done a long time ago, but this is classic business for me. Just let me get suited up, point me in the direction and we'll leave them buried with so many bullets that them and their places will look like swiss cheese. Though I've also got no time for less-than top caliber shooters trying to hog the action, give me anyone else as partners and let other crack shots have their own ranges. "
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Basically, the Imperium is in shambles and crisis, and no one's asking too many questions. Of course, after the Heresy, there's lots of time for questions...and an entire branch of the Imperial government devoted to asking them. Zappity zap zap! *electricity sound*


Exactly, thankfully there's no official Inquisition yet in the 32K, lol.
TBH I hadn't looked up what Blackshields were before this, I've read up to and including Fulgrim in HH, so I was expecting to have to limit a Thousand Sons sorcerer-marine character, but this gives a little more lee-way. But then again he'd also likely have to restrain himself anyway without his Primarch to protect him from potential warp-mutations.
*Name: Ezekiel "Zeke" Debelzaq

*Alias: "The Lead-Lord"

*Age: 30

*Height: 5' 6"

*Weight: 150 lbs

*Appearance:
Zeke in action. His outfits usually range from hooded coats to dusters, but he always prefers black. He likes to pay homage in his attire to famous gunslingers, or the grim reaper, as those are the main people he feels like when he mows down scores of targets. Whatever outfit he's wearing, its always festooned with holsters of all kinds for his guns.

*Physical Abilities/Skills:

-Master of all Firearms: If it has a trigger and even remotely looks like some kind of gun, Zeke can use it with prodigious skill. His aim and speed are unparalleled, so unless someone's got something between them and Zeke's bullets to protect them, they're dead.

-Strong back: Though Zeke never relies on his strength to kill anyone, he does possess the strength to carry dozens of firearms and spare ammunition on his person. After all, what's the fun of carrying a lot of guns, or even calling yourself the Lead Lord if you constantly run out of ammo?

-Master Gunslinger's reflexes and awareness: Zeke's fast with drawing guns and in being able to think fast enough to try to move out of the way of them before they start shooting. Plus, having watched dozens of shooter and gunslinger films, hundreds, if not thousands of times, he knows most traps that famous gunslingers have fallen for, and how to be aware for them.

*Personality: Being a prodigy with firearms has made Zeke vain. He cannot resist an opportunity to show off his prowess, and always relishes a new challenge. This vanity borders on Narcissism, as this striving to be known as the best shot on Earth can make him very touchy about working with other shooters he doesn't consider to be "up to his caliber". Otherwise, he's obsessed with collecting guns of all kinds and trying them out, and will often scour scenes after shoot-outs if he witnessed guns in action he didn't recognize. His apartment holds enough ordinance to outfit an army, is how much he takes it seriously.

*Background: Ezekiel Debelzaq was born in a rural farmstead in the American Midwest (Kansas, specifically) to parents of little but stable means as a middling sibling out of 6 siblings. Raised on old classic cowboy movies that he'd watch between bouts of labour on his family's property, he grew to want nothing more than to be a gunslinger, the best gunslinger in the world, in fact. His parents, like many do, enabled his fantasy to some extent by letting him try his hand at shooting some of their old firearms when he turned 14, to their surprise, he proved to be a natural prodigy with not just handguns, but also shotguns and rifles, hitting targets with precision and pulling off feats of terrific speed. He was so good that he even competed in the local shooting competition and beat men over 4 times his age when he was barely 16.

As he grew up, he also grew tired of farm life and left out to Kansas City to try and find a job he liked that also suited his prodigious skills. He managed to land himself a job as a gunsmith's apprentice, the closest thing to something he liked. He learned all of the ins and outs on firearms of all kinds, and slowly started collecting a small arsenal. He also took to scaring some of his neighbours at the local firing range with some of his crazy antics to try and push the limits of his skills. Though other more secret informants were watching him then, and saw the potential asset he posed.

Around this time, at the age of 20, Zeke was approached by representatives of the secretive Midwestern Mob Families, far more reclusive than their fellows in New York, Las Vegas, or California, but still members of The Commission, they held great unspoken power in the criminal underworld of the American Midwest, and they were looking for talent. For Zeke, whose parents' Christian morals never really stuck with him anyway, didn't find many qualms with being offered the opportunity to be a hired killer for the mob, as far as he was concerned, those stupid enough to cross the families shouldn't expect anything less, and they offered to pay him a fortune in wages. After shortly mulling the offer over, he accepted.

Thus began Zeke's career as a hitman for the Midwest Mob, quick and efficient, he was a cold and quick killer at first, gradually becoming more vain and bombastic as his skills outmatched most of those of the hicks and suckers he was assigned to kill, if they even put up a fight. The police never came after him, as they were too afraid of him and his ever more expanding arsenal to try, and so long as he didn't murder any big popular figures too loudly, the cops didn't really care about who he killed either. Zeke felt invincible, and he begged for ever greater assignments, to the point where he'd led one-man shoot-outs of whole buildings and bars himself, murdering all of his targets and leaving the ground covered in spent ammunition as his calling card. With Zeke himself taking on the monicker of "The Lead-Lord" as his reputation and obsession for guns grew.

When the time came to induct members into the Mob's secret organization of professional and elite killers, K9, the Midwest Families found that they had the perfect candidate. Even if the years of service had turned Zeke more louder and carefree in his usage of ordinance to carry out assignments, he was the still one of the best one-man armies in terms of gun specialists in the business, and most certainly sent the message that his employers were not ones to be fucked with.

*Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAl9kZCwOPE "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2ZIdmfMc5o "Gun locker theme + Mansion theme extended" - Nuclear Throne OST
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LUUQ4c7Wdk "Boss Battle Beating" By Doseone for Enter the Gungeon OST
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