Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20130928221634/@comment-11588669-20131006035558

Nox raised an eyebrow, and gave Sid a look of bemusement. He pulled the triggar, and the retort echoed off of the rooftops.

There was now blood pooling from the hole in Sid's shoulder. The mercenary holstered his pistol, and sheathed the blade. The man had simultaniously lost his respect, and gained it.

"How long have you been doing this? You know the code: you only involve those who are mentioned in the contract." Well, that's not an official code. It's more of an unspoken rule.

But that's not the point.

"And what in the hell makes you think I need to prove anything? Measure of strength comes from knowing one's limitations. Do you really think that I need any gratification from you, pr anyone else?" He crossed his arms and glared.

"The only one who will even attempt this contract out of this establishment is me. The bartender's just part of my information network. The only reason the organization will get involved, is if your bosses attack the bar." Nox walked forward, and plucked the cigarette from the wounded man's mouth, extinguishing the flame.

"Killing you gains me nothing. Your boss would just try harder to find out info." The merc sets the cancer stick in Sid's hand, and holds his hand out for the spy to take to stand.

"But, if you truly want these men stopped. Then I'm your best bet. If you still offering yourself as a mole. Otherwise, go ahead and tell him. It'll only deley the inevitable. And if he does harm my brother? Then I'll tear down the Dragons piece by piece, killing each of them, all their forces to the last man or women. And nothing will kill me until I finish the job." He looked the man dead in the eyes.

"Either way, they're getting hurt. Now my question is, who's side are you on?"