Eyes on the Prize [Gita] Jul 27, 2019 11:34:38 GMT -6
Post by Dosu on Jul 27, 2019 11:34:38 GMT -6
|Eyes on the Prize|
Dosu's PL: 70 000
The terms of the contract were shady at best, not that it mattered. He had to find some guy who knew too much and silence him. Despite being given a photo and an approximation of his location, no further information was given, which made the whole ordeal a giant pain in the ass. Perhaps this was intended. That way, upon finding the poor soul, the Heran wouldn’t think twice before blasting a hole through his chest, angry after spending so much time. Even if he was working for evil, he would have much preferred something a bit simpler to do. He didn’t even know why the guy was so important, but the contractor paid a rather large sum to keep that very information under wraps. Whatever, money was money and to finance their next move, well they better do every job they could lend their hands on.
Recently, Dosu had started taking on more jobs. Despite the Central City fiasco ending up with them leaving without much of a victory to chew on, they inspired evildoers all over the world to buy their muscles to fuel their most evil plans. At the end of the day, not everything had been their loss back there. They improved their teamwork, solved some of their own issues and got free publicity with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Now, they had to keep working hard to cement their infamy in the eyes of everyone. Through deeds and sheer power, they would ascend finally! At least, that was the information he received.
Apparently, his target of the day was hiding in a base somewhere in the Diablo desert. He knew of the place somewhat, setting a camp there prior to meeting Mumbo. After roughing up half of the local population of bandits and thieves, he had made it clear that he was the boss around. That was also where he had met Sensoa for the first time, blasting a hole through his chest. Flying over the large expanse of sand, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He hoped the bastard wasn’t hiding somewhere under the ground, because he didn’t feel like leveling the whole place just to find him. The danger of attracting some goodie would likely result in failure.
So he did the next best thing, consulting with the local populace and coercing them into giving him much-needed information about his target’s whereabouts. Given the fact that he had very little information to work with, he had to be extra convincing to get the information he wanted. Some teeth flew, blood splattered across the ground and maybe a guy or two met their untimely demise, but this was all for the greater evil -and due to a relatively impatient Stargoon-. His efforts, however, paid off as some of the witnesses racked their brains extra hard to give the information he wanted. Apparently, some filthy rich guy had been looking around to hire bodyguards as protection to guard his mansion somewhere on the outskirts of the city.
Now, what kind of fool would think about hiding in a mansion? An idiot, for sure, but also someone who was a bit too confident about the help they had garnered. While it should’ve raised some concern in the Stargoon’s mind, he paid no attention to it and flew right at the designated location. Outside the mansion he called out to him, posing in all of his Stargoon style.
“Dear sir or madam, please come the fuck out! I have a price on your head and I intend to pay my rent with it!”
A loud buzzing noise alerted the Stargoon as the mansion’s security system activated, multiple turrets came out of the ground, shooting the evil mercenary in vain. He looked perplexed.
“Really, that’s the best you’ve got?”
Unleashing a single burst of energy around him, he destroyed all of the weapons, as well as part of the mansion.
“That’s useless. Now, come out and meet your fate, coward!”