Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160405232729

''Good God, looks like you'll be seeing more three parters from me in this RP, at the very least. But I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor. -GL.'' --- Now that he had dealt with confusing and bloody mess below, he continued his way up the building.

Unfortunately, that meant having to deal with the fact that there were still two or three more floors of armed mobsters that he had to take care of. And that didn't even account for any lieutenants Barnes had in his "back pocket" that were probably more skilled than he was.

The third floor had a nightclub, with the usual fare of bouncers and mobsters. Vert took a deep breath before stepping out of the elevator and moving in... -- At the entrance were four bouncers: two burly behemoths, and two of their smaller comrades.

"Hey buddy, ya got a ticket? If not, get lost, punk."

In response, he immediately responded with two silenced pistol headshots to the smaller men, shocking the muscular bouncers.

But when they recovered from the shock, they saw that the young boy had disappeared into the crowd. All they could do was to hide the bodies and report the situation to their allies.

The nightclub was jam packed with people in blazers, T shirts, tank tops, and all sorts of revealing outfits, from dresses to skirts, many of whom were still dancing, even after the tremors from the spider bombs. Apparently, they must have taken "bringing the house down" to a whole new level. The rest were either ordering their drinks at the bar on one corner, watching the dancers on stools outside the dancefloor, sitting by the tables, or standing around on every last piece of unoccupied space of the nightclub, busy chatting it up with their friends.

Additionally, there were guards in blazers and suits, some within the crowd, and some lining the walls.

The place was nevertheless booming, thanks to the DJ, with the sound of mashups of mainstream hits, techno, EDM, trap, house (including deep house, future house and big room house), and dubstep.

Vert scanned the place and sighed. He would have to maneuver his way around the crowd and try to avoid getting caught.

Luckily, he had a silenced gun on hand, appropriated from one of the guards themselves. He proceeded to move in, bumping into ravers, and couples grinding and twerking on the dance floor.

But before he could do anything, he had received a call on his Scroll.

"Hello?"

"This is Moore. We've spotted a man with a golden blade entering the premises."

"Shit. Can you guys handle it?"

"We'll try. Wait, hold on, there's another person on the line."

The conversation was interrupted when Asper and Zhu-li came on the line.

"Yes?"

"Vert, Cyzarine. Barnes' son is here at the club!"

"Good Lord, why do all these people keep entering the place all of a sudden!?"

''"That's not it! He's offering to not intervene if you keep the casualties to a minimum!" ''

"What on Remannt are you smoking!? How can you honestly think you can trust this guy!? He'll just say that to keep us off guard while he goes and sticks up for his daddy!"

"Well, he's pissed at the number of corpses you two left behind and the civilians you scared off! And frankly, I agree with him. You guys kill too many people! You've been spending too much time mopping up the cannon fodder and not taking the fight to Barnes himself!"

Vert was outright pissed. To think they would request something this stupid at this very moment...

"Asper, you have got to be THE dumbest person on the planet right now. They've sent their mobsters and androids right at us! And now they're sending in Huntsman-level henchmen to butcher us, and you expect me to not kill them?"

"Look, all you're doing is alerting the guards, and having them hit harder at us! You're just giving them an excuse to kill us! And besides, some of them don't even know about the Funhouse! Think of them and their families, Vert!"

"Whatever. We'll discuss this later. Right now, I've got a job to do."

He dismissed their pleas as utter nonsense, while he decided to move on. While it was true that his methods were inefficient and messy, they were effective and necessary - he would have to make sure that he wouldn't have to fight off the henchmen and Barnes all at once. Besides, removing the goons from the equation would make sure that they won't plague the streets of Atlas and Vale ever again.

In the meantime, he had to make sure he could clear the room without being seen.

The first guard was a few feet ahead, so Vert decided to move in slowly and ...

... launch a chokehold from behind, striking his legs, forcing him on the ground as the guard continued to struggle.

He was immediately put out of his misery with a silenced bullet to the head, the loud sound of music obscuring the noise of the quiet gunshot.

After the deed was done, he moved on to the next guard, repeating the process. And the next. And the next.

Soon, there were around 6 guards lying dead on the dance floor, with the remaining four oblivious to the events around them...

Until they were radioed in on their earpiece about the situation that a green haired boy with a green jacket was on the warpath, having killed many of their comrades on the floors below.

Also, the sudden disappearance of the other six patrollers, drew suspicion. With the deaths of half of the entrance bouncers, they began to connect the dots. The remaining four in the patrols held their weapons at the ready, seeking out their target as the boy proceeded to hunt down the guards on the walls.

The first was taken down by punches, and a strangling. The second received a silenced headshot.

A made man on the opposite wall spotted him, but he was silenced before he could do anything.

But a woman by the bar in the far corner detected the boy after chatting with a few people and drew out her silenced UMP-45.

Vert quickly reacted, forcing himself to shoot the gangster in the head, resulting in her corpse tumbling backwards from her barstool and crashing down on the wine rack with a sharp crash.

Once again, Vert managed to send the crowd screaming and panicking, emptying another floor of civilians and leaving the space open for the next batch of mobsters for him to duel.

Of note was a young boy by the bar, who looked like a henchman himself, and had in his hand, a freshly made drink. - Music: Sean "Cheshyre" Hodges - Madness 4 (Cheshyre)