Post by Kami-Gaz on Feb 13, 2021 11:19:24 GMT -5
Now this was a good place to be on an assignment! The Holy Remunun Empire’s capital city of Romano, the southern most city in the empire and one that took full advantage of its subtropical climate. There were beaches, bars, blood sports and hot people everywhere. It truly was a paradise in the usually cold north blue, something that should be treasured. The sun shone high in a cloudless sky and the entire city was alive with people bustling about between the cafés, beaches and bars enjoying life.
It was almost a shame that visiting here was an assignment, luckily it was one that had no time limit. Well, no time limit as long as the crew that needed to be exterminated stayed within the empire. The targets were currently disbanded and spread throughout the Remunun Empire, all exploring and doing what they wanted on some downtime. If anything, now was the best time to strike, whilst they were apart. That way they were not going to band together and make this difficult, from the intel and pre-mission briefing these people were all going to be difficult to take down individually.
A hollow *thonk* rang out through the warehouse, a splatter of blood coated the floor and the man who was tied to the chair spat some teeth and blood out with a harsh grunt. He looked like he had been sat in this chair for a short while now, being worked over for information by some one who was experienced in doing this sort of work. “Where’s Francis?!” A feminine voice bellowed at him, the metal pipe raising in the spot light that made her a silhouette to the poor man.
The man laughed, the symbol tattooed on his bare chest shaking with his the act. It made the skull look like it was chattering along with the laughter. “Captain will never lose to you.” He managed to get out between pained chuckles. “I’ll never give him up.” He finally said.
“You chattering Skull Pirates are just annoying gnats.” Mei-Lee whispered as the pipe came swinging down across the mans jaw and making a satisfying *Thwack* noise. “LAST CHANCE! WHERE IS HE?!” She bellowed again right in his ear. The pipe shifted and changed into a dark tanned hand as it fell down to her side. This was just getting her nowhere and she had been at it for hours now, he was just not talking what so ever.
That last hit had ruined the mans jaw something fierce and was something he couldn’t laugh through. The grunt of pain as he feigned keeping it together was evident that he was just too stubborn. “Bi’e ‘e ‘itch.” He replied with a fire in his eyes.
“Fine.” The agent replied as she turned to walk away, letting out a long sigh of frustration. The captain Francis Chatter of the Chattering skull pirates had been impossible to track down. He was somewhere in the empire but had not been spotted in weeks. “Well time to get your little sister.” Her tone just as cold as it had been before.
“She’s s'ron'er than you! You’ll get killed by h-UGH” There was a moment where the man looked in disbelief with dead eyes before his head slumped to the side. There were a series of new punctures on his bare chest, each dripping blood.
Mei-Lee blew at the tip of her finger which was now a pipe. She had shot a series of ball barings into the man’s chest to finish him off. He had outlived his usefulness in this situation. Really now… what did he expect? That being beaten for info and not giving it was going to get him brownie points and make her want to let him go? She wasn’t that sloppy an agent, he was a loose end and had potential to screw up this operation.
The bright light and warmth of the tropical afternoon washed over the woman as she left the warehouse, slamming the door shut behind herself as she did. This was somewhere she wasn’t going to return to and the owners had abandoned it years ago. It was the perfect place to do something this sort of shady. Not far from the scene of the crime Mei-Lee spotted some surfers on the beach and sighed. ‘They shouldn’t be a problem…’
She set off down the side of the warehouse and made her way from the small industrial dock towards the city proper, it was time to take a break and let off some steam before finding the sister… a Miss Elaine Cark.
It was almost a shame that visiting here was an assignment, luckily it was one that had no time limit. Well, no time limit as long as the crew that needed to be exterminated stayed within the empire. The targets were currently disbanded and spread throughout the Remunun Empire, all exploring and doing what they wanted on some downtime. If anything, now was the best time to strike, whilst they were apart. That way they were not going to band together and make this difficult, from the intel and pre-mission briefing these people were all going to be difficult to take down individually.
A hollow *thonk* rang out through the warehouse, a splatter of blood coated the floor and the man who was tied to the chair spat some teeth and blood out with a harsh grunt. He looked like he had been sat in this chair for a short while now, being worked over for information by some one who was experienced in doing this sort of work. “Where’s Francis?!” A feminine voice bellowed at him, the metal pipe raising in the spot light that made her a silhouette to the poor man.
The man laughed, the symbol tattooed on his bare chest shaking with his the act. It made the skull look like it was chattering along with the laughter. “Captain will never lose to you.” He managed to get out between pained chuckles. “I’ll never give him up.” He finally said.
“You chattering Skull Pirates are just annoying gnats.” Mei-Lee whispered as the pipe came swinging down across the mans jaw and making a satisfying *Thwack* noise. “LAST CHANCE! WHERE IS HE?!” She bellowed again right in his ear. The pipe shifted and changed into a dark tanned hand as it fell down to her side. This was just getting her nowhere and she had been at it for hours now, he was just not talking what so ever.
That last hit had ruined the mans jaw something fierce and was something he couldn’t laugh through. The grunt of pain as he feigned keeping it together was evident that he was just too stubborn. “Bi’e ‘e ‘itch.” He replied with a fire in his eyes.
“Fine.” The agent replied as she turned to walk away, letting out a long sigh of frustration. The captain Francis Chatter of the Chattering skull pirates had been impossible to track down. He was somewhere in the empire but had not been spotted in weeks. “Well time to get your little sister.” Her tone just as cold as it had been before.
“She’s s'ron'er than you! You’ll get killed by h-UGH” There was a moment where the man looked in disbelief with dead eyes before his head slumped to the side. There were a series of new punctures on his bare chest, each dripping blood.
Mei-Lee blew at the tip of her finger which was now a pipe. She had shot a series of ball barings into the man’s chest to finish him off. He had outlived his usefulness in this situation. Really now… what did he expect? That being beaten for info and not giving it was going to get him brownie points and make her want to let him go? She wasn’t that sloppy an agent, he was a loose end and had potential to screw up this operation.
The bright light and warmth of the tropical afternoon washed over the woman as she left the warehouse, slamming the door shut behind herself as she did. This was somewhere she wasn’t going to return to and the owners had abandoned it years ago. It was the perfect place to do something this sort of shady. Not far from the scene of the crime Mei-Lee spotted some surfers on the beach and sighed. ‘They shouldn’t be a problem…’
She set off down the side of the warehouse and made her way from the small industrial dock towards the city proper, it was time to take a break and let off some steam before finding the sister… a Miss Elaine Cark.