meeting gone wrong (Seamus)

[Kyla Tolmie]

They were behind the Roughhaven nightclub in the typical seedy alleyway. In that alleyway there were six people, divided into two groups of two and four. The smaller group consisted of Kyla and her bodyguard Seamus as they dealt with the other group, the weapon dealers who were to supply Telum with more weapons. Of course Kyla was acting as the frontman for the group, on orders from Seamus, and she was playing the part with respect.

Her head was bowed, hiding her mouth in her scarf as she scowled at the men. "80K, that's my final offer," the lead man for the dealers said. He was a somewhat disgusting man who was missing every second tooth in his head and one of his eyes tended to drift slowly to the left until he spoke, when it snapped straight back in line with the other eye.

Kyla shook her head to the man. "We're not going to any higher than 73K and we can assure you that we won't bomb your buildings," she said with a casual shrug, her accent quite prominent. Truth be told they had come with 80K credits available, but Kyla didn't like to part with anything she didn't have to so she was driving the man down as far as she could get him. "Or we could just loot your shipment as we have your competition, we have the resources to stage a full scale ambush and you know Telum doesn't care about whether to public gets involved." As she said this Kyla fingered the clip she had on her armband, on it the remote detonator to the explosives she had placed about the area. Remote activated claymore mines and flash bombs and so forth. Enough to give her and Seamus enough of an opportunity to take them out by surprise.

"You're threatening us?" the man scowled. Kyla simply stared at him with a deadly serious look in her eyes. "You bitch, our offer is now 83K and we're not going a cent lower," he spat. Kyla did not budge in her deadly glare. The man began to show a few signs of intimidation at Kyla's glare. There was a simple reason behind this: when she stared daggers at someone it usually meant daggers were going to follow if she continued. "Okay, 76K."

"73K, mate, and we're not budging." Kyla said simply. She wasn't budging on the prices. If Seamus was paying attention at this point he might notice how she had stopped fiddling with the remote detonator and her finger was set dangerously over the button, ready to press it.

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[Seamus Drae]

He had to admit, she was handling herself brilliantly. Already she'd brought the costs of the adventure down by a third. And still she was pressing for bigger drops. 73k for a whole weapons shipment... And the way he saw it, he'd end up extorting it back anyway. But it ensured people knew that Telum were the 'top dogs' in every facet of warfare, economics and politics.

He had been stood at the back of the room, in almost complete darkness. A small streak of light played across his face, illuminating a small portion of his pallid flesh. No-one had so much as looked at him. It was amazing what a powerful personality could do. But she was edging that detonator rather a lot. He wondered whether now would be a good time to intervene, but he decided that the worst that would happen is that they'd lose a valuable clientelle.

Not that such things mattered, people would queue up to be their suppliers. The threats she flung, initially seemed to provoke them. He couldn't see her face, but she knew the stare. Even he was impressed by how intimidating she could look. The drop to 76k was good, but still she pushed on. He'd set a best target of 73k, and it seemed she was determined to meet it. But the way she positioned herself over the detonator implied that she felt they were going to create a fuss. He had to concur. An almost unreadable flick of the eyes had resulted in the guards stiffening.

Something was about to go off. In a completely literal sense. She was one of his favourite recruits. Next to Zambi, of course. She was a demolitions expert, seemed to have as much of an obsession for sadism and bladed weapons as he did. And what's more, she was good looking. And that accent. It made him smirk. Something the boss had seen.

What are you smiling at, paddy?

He repressed his grin, stiffening slightly. He wasn't trying to make her life more difficult, but invariably, it would help her learning experience. Unforseeable distractions or events, if not compensated for could result in situations like this simply self-annihilating. Not something he wanted to happen. At least not too often.

Oh, it's nothin' really. Just thought of something funny.

That something funny was the notion that this deal was, most likely, about to go up in smoke. Literally.

[Kyla Tolmie]

Were these guys complete baboons? They were dealing with Telum and they didn't even know the leader was standing in their presence. Not only that, but they insulted him. Kyla resisted all urge to push the button and set things off right then. How dare they? But she repressed her wrath, deciding that it would be better to just clue up the deal and get out of there without incident. Fate, however, had other plans for the meeting.

The boss was about to continue negotiations when he pressed his finger to his ear. Someone was talking to him through the earpiece he was wearing. He listened and nodded, wincing and scowling at her. Immediately Kyla could read it as a bad sign, but she didn't want to come off as suspicious just yet, in case it had nothing to do with them. It did, however.

The boss man with the missing teeth and wandering eye decided to pull his gun from his holster and aim it straight at Kyla's face. She was quite literally staring down the barrel of a gun. She doubted he was a good shot with that cockeye, but at this range it didn't matter. If he pulled the rigger she'd be dead. "It seems my boys found your little surprise for us. Didn't want to part with the money?" he asked with a scowl, his other men drawing their much heavier weapons on the two Telum members. "Well tables have turned, chickee, and we'll be walking away with our money anyway." And he pulled the trigger.

Except the gun didn't fire. It had jammed.

Kyla knew this was her opportunity and darted forward, inside the aim of the gun, a knife slipping out of one of her armbands. She flipped it around in her hand as she disarmed the guy with a quick chop to the wrist and held the knife point to the man's eye. "The thing about knives, mate, is that they don't jam," she said, her accent as thick as ever, before dipping the blade into his eye. He screamed and she pushed him away, spinning around and throwing a high kick straight into the butt of the knife's handle, digging it in further. The man fell to the ground lifeless.

She smirked straight at Seamus as all this was happening.

The others got their senses about them and raised their guns, pulling the triggers on their nice fully automatic weapons that didn't jam quite as much. Kyla was already on the move, diving behind a dumpster in the alleyway that the night club used for its trash. She left Seamus in his own capable hands, knowing he was no stranger to battle himself.

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[Seamus Drae]

What an unfortunate turn of events. It had all been going swimmingly. These clients, they ruined all the fun... And then, they promptly gave you some more. Predictably for such an ancient piece of junk as the 6 shot revolver he was using, it had jammed. Fouled barrel most likely. He watched with approval as she quickly disarmed him, literally, then knifed him in the eye. Quite impressive for someone amidst a group of guns. The smirk said it all.

People are dying, my turn!

He grinned sadistically as began to sprint towards them. The distinct chatter of about six SMG's opening up at once, all aimed at Kyla. Their first mistake. The dumpster she had dived behind provided more than adequete protection from the storm of lead that was projected her way. Furthermore, he now had time to draw both Seizan and Kuro, and bore down on one of the gunners, the tight alley making it impossible for them to back down.

Jumping at them, swinging Kuro with his left hand as he spiralled through the air, he sliced clean through the first ones neck neck, his head remaining in place for a second, before the entire body collapsed to the floor, the head dropping away, blood spurting from the neck section on his torso. Counter-spinning as he ran, he flung Seizan at the next nearest, the blade flying straight and true, before catching him in the chest, even as Seamus ran at him, tearing the blade out, the swing that followed slicing open the chest of another. The three that were furthest away managed to get the bottle to fire at him.

But that in itself was their second mistake. He was second to none with a Katana, able to block virtually anyone, with the possible exception of Zambi, and this was no different, for but a moment, his blades began threshing, the opening salvo splitting open, showering the area in shrapnel, before he rotated around, dropping in behind a concrete recess, where two columns met supporting the structure above. He smirked back at Kyla as he heard them cursing and spluttering. Something along the lines of, ;what the hell was that?!?!'. He tapped his ear, before speaking into the earbud.

You mentioned you don't jam? Do us a favour, the three there, make them safe.

He began to clean the blood that now dripped off his blades, as he waited for his talented agent to dispose of the three in the middle of the alley, even as he heard more shouts of men. Much as he enjoyed the odd butchering, it seemed a tremendous waste. All that ammunition wasted on a target you couldn't hit...

[Kyla Tolmie]

The sound of three men open firing close range on a hollow metal bin was very loud. Kyla held her hands over her ears until she heard the sound stop, followed closely by the rather satisfying squish noise a blade made when it was retracted from a living body, dragging some of the innards out with them. It was gruesome, yes, but the sound it made was interesting and gave a little satisfaction to anyone with even the slightest bit of sadism in them.

Kyla had a lot of sadism.

She glanced over as she saw Seamus duck behind some concrete, the entire area suddenly becoming much harder to see as bullets hit everything. The remaining men were open firing and there were more coming. She could barely hear Seamus in her ear over the sound of all the gun fire, but she knew what he wanted her to do and so she threw him a quick nod before standing up, back against the dumpster which still supplied her with perfect cover. She brought her arm up and pushed the remote detonator, quite confident they hadn't gotten all of the bombs.

Unfortunately they had gotten all the fun ones. There was an explosion, but not the kind that involved fire and destruction. She couldn't see the source, but the bright white light that shone past the dumpster told her that one of her flashbombs had gone untouched. That was good enough. Immediately after the bomb had gone off Kyla went to work. She spun around the dumpster and darted toward the men, two throwing knives being pulled from... well somewhere. She let them fly at the two flanking men, running almost as fast as the throw. She hit the middle man hard, her fist leading the way and carrying all of her momentum.

Throwing two knives from different hands at different targets while running through dust didn't give someone the greatest accuracy and only one of the two men got hit directly by the throwing knives. The other took it in the shoulder but only recoiled. As the head of the man she punched cracked to the side she spun on the spot and brought her foot up into the other man's kidney, causing him to recoil in pain. Quickly thereafter she shifted her weight, the foot she kicked with coming down as the other went up to crack the man in the chin with her knee.

He recoiled away and she turned to the guy she had punched, who was just recovering. A swift punch to the throat before he could see it coming cause him to lose his breath, and a strong kick into the knee caused a sickening crack to reverberate throughout the alleyway. As that man fell, one of his knees inverted, she turned to the guy she had kneed, throwing her weight into him and shifting in the air. She grabbed the sides of his head while he was still dazed from the knee to the face and twisted abruptly, before he could resist. The neck inverted and he dropped to the ground.

With authority she spun around and stomped one of her feet down. Straight onto the throat of the man on the ground, crushing his windpipe and eliminating any chance he had for survival. All of this, of course, happening in such a flurry of moves that she had been a blur to anyone. The result? Three brutally killed men. And she didn't even need to draw her main weapons. "Safe, sir," she said with a cocky tone to Seamus.

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[Seamus Drae]

He knew he'd picked the right girl for the job. While he wasn't exactly sure where the knives had come from, she was proving to be exceptionally adept with them. Two knives were flung as she darted towards the trio, who'd been blinded by the flashbang, the disorientation of momentary loss of vision making her able to get up close and personal.

She was brutally efficient, and it made him smile. She hadn't even had to use a more deadly weapon, her impressive hand to hand combat skills coming out, the three dead in scant moments, left in a tangled heap of broken and bloody flesh. Safe they were, but the ones who were incoming weren't. He stepped out to meet them, gesturing her to follow, sprinting toward them, both blades windmilling as he went. scything the lightweight onslaught of an SMG freely spitting ammunition. He wanted to leave. And they were in his way.

His speed was not quite as impressive as hers in terms of running, but the way the blades seemed to merge into a single mass of twisting steel was testimony to how fast his hand speed was. As he neared the first three, flicking his blade up, one of them spinning backwards as a bullet ricocheted from his flat blade, catching him in the shoulder, the fine spray of red liquid giving it away.

Again, the blades flashed, and the other two dropped, and the remaining group, a final six bore down on them, as more shouts, more distant could be heard.

Now may be a good time to leave. This way.

He hurtled down one alleyway, his natural dexterity allowing him to bound through the tight confines and twisting route of the concrete maze. They only needed to make it back to somewhere he ACTUALLY owned. He sheathed the blades, making a note to properly clean them when he got back.

She kept pace with him relatively easily. She was hand-picked by him, selected as something particularly special, amongst special recruits. She was noted to be fast, agile, and deadly. And something of a sadist, with a passion for torture. Seemed entirely like his kind of girl...

[Kyla Tolmie]

Kyla followed behind Seamus quickly, listening to the shouts around them. The alleyways were getting narrower and that gave them a disadvantage against these guns. She looked around the pathway they were taking, a plan formulating in her mind. Bullets ricocheted off the brick walls around them and sprayed her with chips of the bricks. She ducked instinctively and decided now was the time to execute her plan. "Keep running," she hissed into the wire, that he could hear it through his earpiece.

They rounded a corner and Kyla burst into action. She leaped into the wall, her foot catching against the grip of the brick. There was a second where she stood against the wall before coiling her muscles and leaping again. The alleyway was narrow, so by doing this she was actually able to scale the wall until she met with a drainage pipe which she hung off of and waited. She was a predator waiting to strike, ready to take out her prey; namely the guys who were pursuing her and her boss. And shooting at them. She didn't like people shooting at her or the guy she was working under.

They came around the corner running, only seconds behind Seamus. Unfortunately for them their peripherals didn't notice her hanging above them. She timed it perfectly, letting go of the pipe and descending on the six men, drawing her main weapons, the two larger butterfly knives that were tucked into her sash. With a quick twirl they were in position, carefully aimed and, as she fell, they cleaved through the skulls of two of the six men.

She was in high gear, working once again with the element of surprise on her side. She pulled on the large knives but they were stuck good in the dead guys. Thinking fast she twirled and used the momentum and dead weight of the guys to throw them into the two rear men before they could raise their weapons. This unstuck one of her knives, which she promptly threw at one of the two leading men as she twirled around. It stuck clear into his throat and he wobbled around for a moment before falling. Another knife was produced and placed directly in the eye of the other leading man.

Which left her with the two behind. She turned around again just in time to see the SMGs level. She didn't have the blocking prowess Seamus had when it came to bullets, however she did have her speed and slight stature on her side. Before the two men could pull the triggers she fell to the ground and rolled, pulling one of the dead bodies on top of her. The bullets wedged into the body and she felt everything ripple as they unloaded their clips on her. She felt one of the bullets dig itself deeply into her arm, but bit down on her cheek to hold back a cry of pain.

Then they were out of bullets. She rolled the body off of her and kipped up onto her feet, darting toward the men. Her arm hurt, but she'd live through it. They knew better than to try and reload and met her advances. She punched at one but he blocked, the other throwing a punch at her. They were brawlers, though, not trained. She twirled, rolling into the reach of the man who threw the punch and promptly elbowed him in the throat, back kicked his knee and then twirled to crack him with a swift punch to the nose all in one move.

The other guy approached with his arms up in a boxing guard. Kyla could only sigh, producing yet another one of the many knives she carried on her person, flipping it around and stabbing the guy right between the two arm bones. He cried out in pain, lowered his arms and gawked at the deep bleeding wound. Then got a knife in his wide open mouth firmly embedded into the back of his throat. He gurgled on his own blood and fell to the ground.

"Meet me at the car," she said into the wire, hoping Seamus was still in range, before going to work on a makeshift bandage for her own arm.

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[Seamus Drae]

He'd anticipated her immediate thoughts. He'd selected her for her thorough methods, and partly, because in some ways she was a female reflection of himself. Somewhat sadistic, but precise and efficient. Indeed, he did continue running, turning back, before using the walls of the alley to push himself onto the roof. He stood overhead, watching her duel with the armed gunmen, admiring the way she fought.

She wasn't tremendously strong, but each strike was carefully measured, ensuring maximum damage with every strike. The way she had coiled up and sprung back, dispatched several without taking a hit, and the resourcefulness she displayed in hiding behind one of her victims, battling through a flesh wound all the while, before taking out the last two. It was poetry in gory motion.

There was only one problem that he noted. As she buzzed in to him, he noticed a slight movement in one of her victims. Seamus smirked as he drew forth Kuro, jumping down, onto the now kneeling man. His neck had been outstretched, and the blade sliced down, passing cleanly through the skin, sinew, nerves, shattering what little bone was in the way, cleaving his head from his neck, a fountain of blood spurting from the exposed sinews, his lifeblood pumping over the floor, his face frozen in one defiant grimace.

Always check the dead. Always. I think we have them scared.

He stepped out of the alley, looking around for the corpse of the negotiator, pulling out a white rose he carried for such occassions, before dropping it on his chest, smirking. Now all would know of the shadows that had done this.

So, to the car?

He smirked at her, wiping the blood clean from Kuro, before sheathing it in one smooth motion. It was something of a good day. He'd buy out the company loyalty, in the wake of the sudden and brutal murder of it's main beneficiaries and financial advisors. The next in line, as he's planted, was entirely in his palm, heavy amounts of bribes, with just a smattering of threats.

I must commend your handling of the situation. It's nice to be able to rely on someone else. It was a shame they were so... Thorough... I know how much you do love your pyrotechnics.

He smiled gently as they wandered over to the car. If you could call it a car. Art masterpiece was more akin to what it was described as. His Aston Martin seemed somewhat out of place, the glossy black finish on the DB9 reflecting the lamplight. He had something of a penchant for choosing fast, beautiful and shapely cars. His taste in women wasn't too far dissimilar, perhaps somewhat indicative of his very shallow, high end life style. But either way, settling into the car was like being eased into a completely different world.

[Kyla Tolmie]

Kyla winced as the adrenaline started to wear off and the bullet hole in her arm was pulsing with intense pain. Not that she wasn't a stranger to pain, but hey, pain was pain. Everyone felt it, everyone suffered it, it was just a matter of being able to take it in stride, which was exactly what she did. Kyla fetched her wedged butterfly knife from the man's head by stomping on his neck and pulling hard with her good arm. This, of course, was met with a spray of blood much like the one from the severed head, with gray matter spilling over the pavement.

She wiped the blade off in the clothes of one of the downed men, but it didn't exactly to a lot. There was a lot of blood in the area and all clothes, including her own, had a nice even coating. She didn't care, but it made things a lot harder to clean. That, and her boss had a nice car which he liked to see things sparkle in. She couldn't exactly get a cocktail of several peoples' blood all over his fine leathery finish.

She followed him to his car all the same and once he was sitting in it she was faced with the problem at hand. Of course it wasn't a problem. Kyla was a very independent person. "I'll find my own way home," she said, her darker skin nearly crimson with blood and her accent quite strong. She was like some strange fetish goddess, covered in blood with a thick accent. She held onto her arm, which had been bandaged using the torn up clothing of one of the less bloody men, certainly careful not to get blood in her wounds.

She considered her best course of action for getting home. She could easily steal a car as necessary, but she also kept some strategically placed vehicles in Telum purchased warehouses, so she could grab one of those. Then again she'd get that all bloody as well, so it'd probably be better to just steal a vehicle. She reached up to her ear and took off the wire they'd used for communication. The mission was finished, she didn't need it.

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[Seamus Drae]

Seamus raised an eyebrow. Covered in blood as she was, she would hardly blend in. Not exactly what he needed, his 'favourite' next to Zambi getting nicked for several counts of murder. The car having blood on the interior was annoying, but not as bad as losing the services of an agent for any period of time. He rolled his eyes.

You seem to think you have a choice in the matter. Get in.

His tone was short and abrupt. They needed to go, now. The tone was evidently enough, as she clambered in. Blood ran slick from various parts of her anatomy. Strange as it was, it was kind of endearing, in the wierdest way possible. Probably just a professional admiration of how well she'd done.

I can't have you wandering around as you are. Besides, it's faster this way, I can get this baby cleaned up any time. Getting you out of prison however, is somewhat more time consuming, and a bit more complicated.

He smirked a little, starting the engine, closing his eyes as the rumble of the engine made his smirk relax into a gentle appreciative smile. The simple things in life were always the best... Blood, money, cars and women. All four were present in this one moment, so he was fully content, if not happy.

He flicked the car into reverse, the paddles switching gears perfectly, pressing down on the accelerator, listening to the engine growl as he swung the car round, before completing a pirouette like movement, hitting the gear shift, throwing the car into first, slickly continuing the movement, exiting the alleyway, garnering some approving stares, and a few jaws dropping. He smirked again as he gunned the engine, tearing off into the darkness.

The cabin was illuminated with a gentle glow from the displays. The blood that was running down the seats glistened in the dim half-light.

Well, as I said before, I'm impressed. I've not seen many able to handle situations like that without sustaining something worse. Speaking of, how is the arm?

He looked over as he wove his way through the streets, almost without looking. It looked as if it was beginning to heal, but fresh blood was running down her arm. They'd have to get that cleaned up. Didn't look too serious. Nothing the pair of them couldn't manage.

[Kyla Tolmie]

She hated taking orders. Absolutely hated it. Were he anyone else she would've planted a knife in his throat and another in his forehead, stolen the nice, sleek car and driven it off a cliff out of principle. Fact of the matter was, however, that he was who he was and he was perhaps the only person in the world would could tell her what to do, and he knew it. Oh how he knew it.

So with a reluctant scoff of agreement she clambered into his car and immediately started to get blood on anything. Not purposefully, but seeing as she was covered and her clothing was drenched there wasn't much hope in keeping the car clean. Probably for the better, too. Her arm was killing her and it would probably have met more casualties that day before she returned home. Oh how he cared, asking her about that wound.

"Mate, it certainly ain't tickling," she said, her accent strong in her frustration. She began to look around the seat around her, ignoring his compliment. She did the mission because it furthered their cause, she was not out for his respect or anything of the sort. And that was perhaps why she accomplished so much: she wasn't trying, she was doing. "Rig like this you gotta have some booze, preferably something strong or classy," she said, answering any question to what she was looking for.

The wound on her shoulder was bleeding through the makeshift bandage. She was good, she had effectively taken cover, covering all her vitals and so forth, but a single bullet had managed to nick her. So the wound was not fatal nor did she suffer the risk of bleeding to death, but it was deep and it stung like a motherfucker. It was making her frustrated and when one is frustrated, particularly this one, they are less thorough and things start to break mysteriously.

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[Seamus Drae]

He smirked as she, well, not complained, but commented on the pain. He came prepared for such eventualities. One of which she then mentioned. He was offended somewhat. Did she really need to ask the question? He smirked again as he formed the response in his head.

Well, as an Irishman to an Aussie, do you REALLY need to ask that question?

He smirked, fishtailing around a sharper corner, before smiling thoughtfully... Where had he put it... It clicked in his head as he reached into the side compartment, pulling out a simple metal flask, throwing it over into her lap.

There, fresh in from Donegal last week. Best home-brew, don't waste it. There should be some alcohol soaked bandages in the glove compartment, some Tylenol as well. I don't think i need to tell you how to take it.

He looked back at the street, looking for the telltale entry to one of many 'safespots' he had. Namely, places so obscure people just didn't look there. Especially since any who did invariably got dismembered, or otherwise done away with. The Aston barreled left into the opening, the glow inside the only light, before a dull metallic clink marked them entering the lift.

Get out, lets get you patched up, let you calm a little. Keep the flask. Call it a token.

He got out, gesturing for her to follow him, made his way out, tapped a button on the key, the lights flashing once as it locked, before he pushed another button, and the vehicle began to descend into the floor. Such was the benefit of having so much money and influence. You could make such extravagances possible. He led her inside the safehouse.

Theres two rooms upstairs, feel free to take either, medical supplies in the utility room, over there, and the kitchen is on the right. TV in the main room, if you want to watch it, just make sure you get cleaned up first. We don't want you passing out, now do we? Would be somewhat unfortunate, considering how much I value you.

He wandered over to a cabinet, pulling a bottle and two glasses out, pouring a clear liquid into the two. Poitín. Ireland's finest. Good Irish connections got you so much in the way of alcohol. And ever willing bodies to give a gun and point at the establishment. He smiled contentedly, knocking back the shot, before pouring a second.

[Kyla Tolmie]

Don't waste it, he had said. Kyla just scoffed. She was a woman who knew how to handle her booze and make every drop count, she wasn't going to waste any of it. She unscrewed the cap in her mouth and spat it off to the side, giving the flask a quick slosh against her arm. He was going to get the car cleaned anyway. The first slosh cleaned off the area so there wasn't any blood that could drip into her open wound. She then lifted the bandage and gave it another slosh, wincing as the liquid stung her wound.

The third was a large swig from the flask before resting it between her thighs, unwrapping the bandage and revealing the nasty-looking scratch. She fetched the alcohol-soaked bandages he mentioned and wrapped them around her arm, tightening the knot with her teeth to put pressure on it. Finally she grabbed the Tylenol, twisting open the cap, tipping the little container to her mouth and following it all up with another swig from the flask.

By the time she had done all this they were in the safehouse. She threw open the door and got out, stumbling as she had lost a little more than a bit of blood on the ride and her body wasn't ready for sudden movements. She listened to his directions and scoffed again. TV, medical supplies, two rooms, none of it was needed. She only had one thing on her mind at the moment and she stumbled off to find it in the safehouse.

"Where do you keep the goddam shower here," she called as she investigated the halls, stripping off the blood-soaked clothing as she walked and letting it land wherever, until she was wearing nothing more than the barest of essentials, only then finding the washroom and shower, which she promptly went about using.

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[Seamus Drae]

He smirked again. Of course, the shower, of course when most people wandered into somewhere so expensive, they would think bedroom included en suite. But never mind, she was a blunt instrument, or rather, a blunt instrument with a LOT of incredibly sharp knives.

En suites complete with showers in both rooms. There should be a change of clothes in there too. Take a couple of waterproof plasters up with you.

He knocked back another shot before refilling it once more, putting the bottle away. Good stuff, but difficult to come by. He slung himself onto the sofa, propping his feet up on one of the arms. He flicked across the news briefly. Seems their escapade had not gone un-noticed. He smirked as he heard the reporter drawl about seven missing persons. There had been fourteen of them. None had lived. It wasn't a pretty sight to see, fourteen bloody and dismembered corpses, blood slick on the ground. His trademark white rose on the ringleaders chest. He had, ironically, died the easiest.

And they won't be missed...

He flicked out a small notepad, noting the success, the new acquisitions. He would buy out the company tomorrow. In fact, he had someone ready and willing to step in to fill the gap. Such was the nature of things. When one fell, 10 more would gladly take his place. This one was dependable at least. No illusions of grandeur. Yet. And he was fully in his palm. Bribery to keep him quiet, gentle reminders such as this of the fate of those who betrayed him, and of course, the lure of influence and power. How transparent it was. He could just as easily take it away, and run it all himself. It would probably do better. But then, where was the competition? That would make things boring... He had far too much to do as it is, plotting his takeover, killing dissidents, murdering his way into information, blackmailing those he put into power. He smirked. Life was good, as always.

[Kyla Tolmie]

She did as she was told in the fact that it was useful advice. The waterproof plaster kept the warm water from stinging her wound and whatnot. The warm water washed over her and felt nice against her dark skin, taking the blood of all her kills away. The thing she liked most about the shower is that she was on her own there, it was private, the door was locked, and she didn't need to be tense or at the ready. She could relax momentarily without prying eyes gauging her every action and so forth. She was a little bundle of rage but in the privacy of the shower her vulnerabilities were clear, she was nothing more than a girl.

Of course that lasted all of a few minutes. She showered up, cleaned up and so forth, before stepping out and drying off. She slipped on her underwear and clipped a knife to the elastic on her waist before leaving the washroom, towel in hand. It wasn't like Seamus was a stranger to her body. She grabbed a bandage on her way, draping the towel over her shoulders. She took one end of the bandage in her teeth and wrapped it tightly around her arm. Once that was done she was in the hall, so she bit off the end of the bandage and threw the remainder of the wrap on the counter.

Seamus was in watching TV. She took the towel from her shoulders and dried her hair as she walked, giving it a toss to the back of a chair nearby as she reached the sofa, standing behind it and leaning over. "That was fast, couple needing a good fuck probably stumbled across the bodies or something," she said with a smirk, watching the news report. She glanced down at her employer and boss, the only man... or person she ever respected. "What's next on our agenda, mate?"

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