Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20151128000851

''This is as dark and Jack Bauer-ish my OC will get in this RP. Also, Suicide Squad reference. -GL''

Watching the brutal footage of the pseudo-gladiator fights made him sick to his stomach. They were staged by monsters who exploited minors, maybe prepubescents in their twisted little games.

He wanted to see the ones responsible rot, including the ones cheering for this death trap. And now that he had the name of the ringleader, a Mr. Donovan Barnes, he could fix his rage on this new target.

He clenched his hands into a fist as he seethed in rage. His old self would have dismissed the need to save the children and opted to execute them instead on charges of murder, and to prevent future crimes. But since then, he became more enlightened, fixing his wrath on more deserving monsters.

But that wasn't the only thing he discovered. He discovered that Zhu-Li Castellan was one of the ANGELs, a notorious criminal celebrity that committed all sorts of crime for narcissistic fame and fortune. He considered planning to send her to prison as well, but she was his only lead to finding Barnes and his goons.

''Now that she's one of the ANGELs, I don't trust her. But this is vital to the mission. I will arrest her, but not now. Once this is over, the two of you can scrap behind bars for all I care.''

Of course, his train of thought was interrupted when Douglas ordered everyone into the car. But as he left, he had one last thing to request.

"Pardon me, but mind if I take that bottle of water and that towel? I really need it."

"Of course, Mister Jacobs," the butler replied, handing him the goods, under the assumption that he was under stress and needed to cool down.

But little did he know that what the young man was really planning to do was something more sinister...

As they arrived at the scene, the orphanage was a wreck.

But there was hope. There were police officers on the scene, and it appeared that they had one of the kidnappers with them.

"Officers, thank you for the help. I'm here as a Huntsman-In-Training, and as a man of justice to track down these kidnappers. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd have a word with one of these fuckers."

As he walked towards the man, he saw the frightened and sad faces of these poor orphans. He gave them a reassuring look as he kept walking, cracking his knuckles.

He was now face to face with one of the mobsters themselves.

"Hey you," Vert called out. "Where's Barnes? Where's his Funhouse?"

"I ain't telling you shit!"

"Wrong answer." He landed a punch on the cheek. "I 'm asking you again. Where is Barnes and his nightclub?"

"You think that's going to make me!? Huh!? I get this every time from old man Barnes over here, so if you would just-"

Another series of punches landed on the man before Vert drew out his pistol Order, grabbed the man by the collar, and rammed its barrel on his cheek.

"Do you honestly think that we're going to sit here and play games, punk!?"

"Hah. An empty threat. You'll never get nuffin' outta me!"

The henchman then doubled in pain as Vert rammed his knee into the man's stomach.

"You do realize that my patience is running thin, correct? So I'll give you one last chance to talk. Where is Barnes and his nightclub?"

"You seriously think you'll kill me? You need me to talk!"

"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna hurt you."

The captive's eyes widened at the sentence.

"Really, really bad...ly."

Before the would-be kidnapper could respond, Vert grabbed the man by his throat and pulled out a towel, covering his face. Then he opened the bottle of water and began to pour it on the man's face.

The torture was starting to prove too much for the man. He began to suffocate, as he felt like he was about to drown from his little enhanced interrogation technique.

When the others converged on their location, Vert had guessed that quite a few of them would be mortified, assuming they haven't approved of him waterboarding for information.

"Alright, alright! He's in the Barnes' Luxury Club right at the Atlesian Slums!"

Once the torture was implemented on the goon, it was quite easy to have the mobster spill the beans. A swift punch to the head ended the interrogation.

As much as he wanted to continue the session, he didn't want to waste any more time in this matter. Their top priority is to find a way to get to the nightclub, wherever it was.

Now that we know where it is, the big question is how are we going to get there?