Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150914170913

Azulius rose to his kneesgave the shotgun-wielding mobster a death glare that could curdle milk, peel paint, and make toddlers burst into tears. "Fine, then.  This is your house, we play by the house's rules.  And if you go back on your word--"

The magician never finished his statement, because Uriel unloaded both barrels of his shotgun into Azzie's chest, knocking him flat on his back. "I'll be the one making the threats around here.  Check these out." Uriel pulled a shotgun shell out of his pocket, the casing white instead of red. "Rock salt fragments instead of shot.  Won't kill ya unless you're a demon or something, but sure does get folks attention.  But now I'm reloading with buckshot, so don't make me shoot again."

Azulius felt his chest. Thanks to his trench coat and combat suit, none of the salt had penetrated his skin, but that much kinetic energy at point-blank had to leave a bruise of some kind.

"Now," Uriel continued, "I want you to think back to the Four Sands Mirage job, where your family ruined me the second time.  Besides all the money and coke and guns, there was something more you hauled out.  A funny looking box, picture of a pyramid and an eye on it.  What did you do with it?"

"Gave it to our contact, of course," Azulius drew himself to a seated position, wary of standing lest Uriel put him back on the floor. "Somebody paid Brine two million Lien for us to get in, get that box, and get out.  The rest of the vault we took was just icing on the cake."

"All right, let's say I believe you.  Who was the contact?"

"I don't know.  Brine never told us, unlike usual."

"WHO WAS IT?" Uriel shouted, shoving his shotgun squarely into Azzie's neck.

"I DON'T KNOW!"