Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160410001545

''This is the last part! I had some essays due, not to mention running it through with Tsu to give a hint of his new OCs, which you'll have to find out someday, and debuting an OC of mine for the first time. Hope you enjoyed this moment, and try to spot the references! -GL''

Barnes cowered on the floor as the entire storey shuddered and shook from the explosions.

"What's going on?" one of the mercenaries asked, emerging from the staff rooms nearby.

As they surveyed the damage, Barnes quickly looked at the camera feed, showing Cyzarine heading down on an elevator, and Vert in combat with his son, while the rest were on the bloodied first floor, which caused him to panic.

''Shit! I hope I have enough time to get out of here! Wait! If I head down, they'll get me! Damnit, I need a diversion!''

He then looked at the mercenaries stationed on every floor.

''Come on, damnit! Stall, stall, stall them! I just need you to stall, because I am NOT going to pay you guys! I spent too much money already!''

He quivered in fear at the possibility of the mercenaries skinning him alive after finding out he scammed them into doing his dirty work, fighting the kids that walked ever so closer to him...

An Hour Earlier

A young girl in her mid-twenties, wearing a bright blue blazer complete with cravat, with matching wavy blue hair, was watching a pay per view of a live opera performance when her she received a call in her living room.

Appropriately, she stood up as the lights were dimmed, revealing rectangular holograms surrounding the room.

These holograms represented the other members of her organization, the illustrious and elusive Spectrum Crime Family, an all-human mafia that from her perspective, contained an unparalleled degree of wealth and taste.

Each hologram bore a sigil consisting of an white octahedron prism, surrounded by the colors of the rainbow, with as stylized eye at the center.

The leader spoke up, with the hologram bearing the following designation:

SPECTRUM-01, SOUND ONLY

"Torres."

"Boss?"

"It looks like Barnes needs your help."

"Him again? What's he up to this time?"

"No need to be so bitter. You can find him at his club, and it looks like him and his guys are fighting some people who broke in, along with some Narreau Technologies machines."

Marisol Torres frowned when she heard the truth. Sure, his wealth and loyalty was owned and shared with the rest of the organization, but he always managed to bring the entire organization a major headache every time he had to be saved from whatever mess he made.

Barnes just loves to cause trouble everywhere, doesn't he?

"Get him out of there, or you'll be in charge of cleaning up his club looking for pieces of him," Spectrum-02 declared.

"Of course. Oh, and by the way?"

"What is it, Torres?"

"This is a serious matter, not a role play from some cartoon show."

"Aw, but every situation should have fitting music to accompany it," Spectrum-02 protested.

There was an awkward silence in the room before Spectrum-01 continued.

"True words to live by, and given that you're going to a club, I'm sure you'll have some music for your fight."

"But that is besides the point, Kar. Go on, Torres. Barnes needs you."

The room lights brightened as the holograms disappeared. Marisol quickly grabbed her weapons and ammo, along with a sun themed mask that bore her insignia.

She sighed with frustration as she headed out the door. She knew that he ran an underage prostitution ring, along with his "child gladiator" fights that he hosted every now and then. Personally, she felt it disgusted, not that she cared about any of the children, and especially not Barnes.

Yet here she was, forced to save the coward simply because he wasn't able to learn how to fight.

Madre de Dios, Senor Barnes (Mother of God, Barnes), why do I always have to put up with your bullshit? --- The battle heated up as the mobsters began their charge.

Vert smirked as he stowed away his scavenged pistol and whipped out his silenced MAC-10. The first three mobsters fell with the silenced wooshes of the submachine gun, before a pair of arms grabbed his neck from behind, forcing him to bend over forwards, dropping the mobster on the ground before he finished her off with a headshot.

The moment was short-lived, as Junior and a handful of the goons immediately opened fire, forcing him to dive behind tables once more.

''Welp. Here we go again.''

The only things that bothered him in the mission were the brutality of his opponents, whether or not he could get past the enemies, and whether or not he had enough time to get to Barnes himself.

As soon as the fire stopped, Vert immediately responded by pulling out Law and nailing another four henchmen in quick succession, forcing Junior and the rest of the horde to duck on the ground.

Now he had an opportunity to run straight for Barnes and use him against the goons, rushing forward with his weapons at the ready.

Standing in his way were five more mooks, all armed with melee weapons.

Vert immediately tackled the first one down to the floor, dodging the second one's downward blows, before knocking him off balance with a kick to the shin, and taking him out with a pistol headshot.

As he got back up on his feet, he saw the group of four mobsters, along with Junior, readying their stances.

Outside the club, the remainder of the group still stood on the cold snow. And sitting on the steps was Asper, a pained expression on his face as he clutched it with his hands.

Meanwhile, there was talk of establishing a perimeter around the premises. If the local police weren't here already, they were probably en route to the scene.

"Tell me something, Zhu-li," Asper mumbled, still traumatized over the horror of seeing an endless stream of blood and corpses, forcing himself to take another breather after Vert outright rejected him and Cyzarine failed to respond.

"Was it worth it?"

His good friend and teammate, her blue hoodie stained and bloodied with red, carefully listened, but didn't respond, and instead stared simply into the distance... - "Is our mission worth all the violence?"

Cyzarine stared down at the floor as the elevator headed down, checking the remaining fraction of her spider bomb supply. Apparently she had used more than she had expected, and would need to strategially deploy them for her next encounter... -- "All the death?"

The mobsters rushed forward, taking turns swiping at Vert and forcing him on the defensive with every block. Then "Donnie The Kid" flew up and forced a downward stab, pinning his opponent, his back to a table as he blocked the blow. -- "All the suffering?"

Sandi looked inside, seeing a headless corpse stick out from all the red spray in the room, while Ravelyn looked on. --- "All this pain?"

Tendon and Douglas were busy on their Scrolls, trying to make contact for some sort of backup. --- "Is this what we wanted? Is this what we asked for? What we bargained for when we signed up?"

After the two struggled, their blades locked, Vert kicked aside Junior, only for one of the muscular bouncers to come up from behind and throw him across the room, with the mobsters slowly and cautiously approaching his body. --- "Is this the justice, the closure we really needed? Is this carnage what we really wanted?"

Asper was on the verge of crying at this harrowing thought.

But Zhu-li had drifted off somewhere else in her own memories... --- "KILL 'EM! KILL 'EM!"

The crowd was roaring wildly as Zhu-li was about to deliver the finishing blow. Her opponent was a young boy, who was on his back, with multiple gashes on his body, with shredded clothes, and soiled pants.

"No! Wait! Please, have mercy!"

With a cold look that buried her remorse for only one moment, she brought her weapon down on the boy, a horrible red spot dripping blood from his forehead, his eyes wide open, his face expressing terror.

And with that, people won bets, Barnes made a quick buck once more, and Zhu-li now earned another day to eat, sleep, and live.

"Every day, I saw violence. I saw fear and anger."

She remembered the hundreds of faces, tired and sad, as all of them were packed like sardines, in the damp and dirty cells, with her inside every night.

"I promised myself that I would make up for this mess."

She remembered leaving Barnes, running away without ever looking back.

"To be honest, I expected something like this would happen. But," she added, "despite whatever comes next, we'll do what we came here for: saving more kids from suffering the same fate I once did."

She remembered the warm smiles and serious look on the faces of the group, even though their skin had turned quite red, and horns grew out of their head.

"I can't guarantee that there won't be any more casualties. But you and I can definitely try our hearts out. Because in the end, we will go in and rescue those kids. We will see a smile on their faces when we leave. And that's what we all came here for."

Smiling once more, Asper stood up and joined her as he turned back to face the hellish building.

"Douglas, Tendon," she called out. "Are we ready?"

"We're still trying to establish a perimeter!"

"Well, we gotta get in! We're burning daylight twiddling our thumbs when there's kids that need saving!"

With a sigh, the four began to enter the nightclub... -- The skies were dark as a squadron of Bullheads and choppers, each with seven men, flew across the ocean. It wouldn't be long before they arrived at the snowy mountains where Atlas stood.

Marisol laid back with her arms crossed, staring at the ceiling. To her, Barnes and the Funhouse were disgusting - they were unseemly, with their blatant and wanton displays of death and gore. And they were stupid, for someone would one day investigate on the issue and go after him, probably like the one tonight.

"Listen up," she told the goons. "We're here to get his ass out of his nightclub. We're not here to party, or drink. Get in, get Barnes, and then get out. Simple as that. I expect that you won't fail me. Any questions?"

The cabin was silent.

"Good," she muttered, before giving off a sigh. ''To think I sacrificed a night of pay-per-view just to save your ass from the shit you caused. This better be worth it.''