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Post by Xavier Burnside on Oct 21, 2008 17:46:09 GMT -6
The scenario, as it stands, is as follows:
A live-only contract for the capture of Visk Garrow, the don of a crime ring calling themselves "the Garrow Mob," has been issued to the Hunters' Guild. The bounty is ranked "top priority," as Visk, his sons, and his associates have been terrorizing, extorting, and butchering the innocent citizens living in the Lower City. The reward posted for Visk Garrow is two hundred thousand credits, fifty thousand for any of his four sons, and thirty-five thousand for his soldiers.
Both the SSC and Vindicators squads- the two elite Hunting units within the Guild- have received clearance for this contract, as per the decision of Xavier Burnside, founder of the Guild, for the sake of "healthy competition." Hunters are expressly forbidden to kill one another... but are not restricted from using non-lethal antipersonnel measures.
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Post by Elliot Rios on Oct 21, 2008 18:06:50 GMT -6
Looking at the contract given to him, Rios reads it over then looks up from his desk. Looking up to the secretary who had handed it to him, he asks, 'Would you be so kind as to get Salem in here?' 'Yessir.' she replys before turning around and leaving the room. Putting the paper onto his desk, Rios leans backwards and interlaces his fingers with oneanother behind his head. Shortly after, Rios's step-brother, Salem, opens the door and steps in before taking a seat across the desk. 'This it?' he asks as he reaches across the desk and grabs the paper to read it.
'Looks like theres no other choice.' Salem says after putting the paper back down onto the desk. 'Not exactly wild about working with the VCs, But we could always use some more money. And this is quite hefty. And we will be able to bust not only Vick, but all four of his sons.' Salem finishes and leans back in the seat.
From under the desk, Rios pulls two cans out and slides one across the table to salem. 'Shall we play fair with the VC or will we plant various AP traps for them?' he asks, useing his teeth to open the can. 'Lets play fair this time. Next time we will plant so many mines and traps it'll take years for them to find them all.'
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Post by Xavier Burnside on Nov 5, 2008 20:28:57 GMT -6
The first thing Xan knew was just how unforgiving and hard his living room floor was; the second, that his nose was bleeding from the impact. Never again, the Hunter swore as the blissful chaos of the night before revealed itself in fragments. The light was bright and harsh, and seemed to burn its way through his eyelids. Hangovers were never fun. Ever. Xan fought back a wave of nausea as he pulled himself into a sitting position against the foot of his armchair.
"Xan, Eights called for you an hour and four minutes ago. I told him you were not feeling well at the moment, but that I would relay the message that he accepted a contract on behalf of the Vindicators." Vista's voice held a soft edge of worry- but Xan was pleased to find that her voice was not an assault on his senses. He gave a shaky thumbs-up from his position against the chair, then used the back of his thumb to wipe away some of the blood from his nose. I need a shower... and coffee... and then I'll see what Fel's got us lined up for, the Hunter thought as he stumbled to his feet, using the chair for support.
The shower was much too far away...
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Post by Elliot Rios on Nov 9, 2008 19:44:19 GMT -6
Rios smiles as his friends idea. 'I believe that many mines and traps would take an entier army to plant. It would take over a year for just you and me to do it. How about we hide them so well, that it takes an entier year?' Salem smiles. 'You know what i mean jackass.' he retorts before standing up. 'I'll go get ready. If the VC are in on it aswell, we should get a headstart. I know how you like to have prolonged kills.' He says before downing the last of his drink, crushing the can in his hand and drops it on the floor.
Shaking his head, Rios stands up, mantles over the table and picks the can up, drops both his and Salems in the small trash bin before headding towards his room, towards his own gear, to get ready.
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Post by Gem on Nov 10, 2008 5:53:01 GMT -6
Lianna dumped her over-sized holdall in through the doorway and kicked the door shut behind her with her foot. "Home sweet damn home." She muttered to herself as she eyed up the hallway of her new temporary abode. Breathing in deeply through her nose, she noticed a musty smell and put on a look of disgust to the empty room. "Smells like someone died in here." She told nobody as she chucked her cardkey onto a small metal table that stood by the front door.
Moving through into what looked like the living area, Lianna sighed and slumped down breifly onto a soft chair in the corner. She jumped back up as a cloud of dust surrounded her, and coughed dramatically to rid her lungs of the amount that she had ingested. "Third time lucky." She told herself as she walked through an archway into the kitchen. It wasn't anything special, but the bright green walls and silver cooking appliances were enough to make the room seem a lot more cheerful. "I think this is going to be my new home." She told herself, pulling out a stool from under the bar and sitting down.
Lianna rested her head heavily in her hands and sighed, kicking her feet back and forth under the table. Ever since she had taken off from her Uncle and his sons, she hadn't had a decent conversation with a single person. "It sure is fucking lonely being on the run." She told the green wall lazily. But the thought of suffering at the hands of the man that she once treasured was too much to bear. "Time to check upstairs." Lianna had never been one for talking to herself, but over the last few weeks it had begun to get far too easy.
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