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"My pass? It's right here." Akuba shoved the barrel of his nine-millimeter into the guards side. The night club's music blasted around him and the guards eye's widened. Akuba wasn't stupid of course, he had worn some elevator shoes, giving him the appearance of being an inch taller, dark sunglasses so that you couldn't see his eyes, a long sleeved shirt and a regular pair of pants. He had even dyed his hair brown for this endeavor. After this little break-in into the well-known criminal's hideout, he didn't want to be recognized afterwards. He had even equipped his nine-millimeter with a silencer, and a pushblade that ejected out of his wrist in case things got really hairy. It would also serve it's purpose to cut ropes.
Even with the elevator shoes, the guard was a good four inches taller then him, and had a body builder's phsyique. Akuba didn't want to get into a fight with this man. No one would even see him because the hallway that had led to this door was shaped like a flipped "L." No one would even hear him scream over the music. Akuba couldn't even summon his demons to him if the need arose, if he was attacked and killed, his blood would get all over the wall, people would see this and panic, and in the panic, many would get trampled in the run out the door.
Akuba didn't want those death's on his hands. The guard cleared his throat and raised his fist up to cover his mouth. Then in a surprise move, the guard brought his fist crashing down on Akuba's head. Akuba yelped and stumbled backward, his grip on the gun lost as it skidded across the floor away from him. He saw star's as he struggled to regain his composure but the guard was already on him. A large pain in his gut told him that he had been punched there, and hard. Akuba fell to his knees in pain and held his stomach, willing the pain away. He looked up in time to see the guard raise his foot.
Akuba tossed himself out of the way and slammed against the wall. The air left his lungs but he was alive at least. The guard was already turning to face him, Akuba leapt to his feet in an instant and jumped, covering the distance between him and the guard in an instant. He landed on the guards chest, knocking him down to the ground. Akuba raised his arm out and ejected the pushblade. In one brief moment it was over, the guard lay dead beneath Akuba, his pushblade buried in the guard's forehead. Forever frozen on the guard's face was an expression of shock.
Akuba climbed off the body and dragged it further out of view so no passerby would ever have a chance of seeing it. It was a pity that the man had to have been killed. Akuba grabbed his gun off the ground and walked over to the door. He opened it quickly and walked inside. He instantly regretted this. The room wasn't very large, on one end was a couch, in which the man he was seeking was surrounded by two beautiful women. A table was in the middle of the room, where four men were playing a game of Texas Hold Em', two guards weren't that far from the door, and each carried an uzi submachine gun. "Dammit." Akuba muttered to himself. The guards immediately aimed their uzi's at him.
"Who are you?!" the man on the couch looked angry, and the women on either side of him took their custom 'scared, please defend me' looks. "What happened to Ri-" the man leaned to the side and saw the guard dead where Akuba had left him. "Damn you!" the man shouted and Akuba shut the door behind him. The two men that had uzi's trained on him were suddenly impaled by two of Akuba's unseen demons. To everyone else, it looked as if the two guards were floating in mid-air.
After everyone with a weapon in the room was dead (excluding Akuba.) Only the man, and his two pieces of arm-candy remained. Akuba cleaned off his pushblade with a dead guard's coat. "Now, Mr. Rizzoti." Akuba said as he took a few steps closer to the couch, where Mr. Rizzoti sat cowering. It was plain to Akuba that he had soiled himself watching his guards get massacred. "Where is the biological weapons lab?" Akuba said calmly. He had yet to take off his sunglasses, so his identity was safe for the moment. Mr. Rizzoti looked confused for a moment and babbled something about not knowing what Akuba was talking about. Then Akuba flicked the safety switch off his gun so Mr. Rizzoti could see.
From what Akuba could tell, the weapons dealer had soiled himself again. "W-Warehouse 13! Down by the docks! Here! Take my keys!" Mr. Rizzoti said as he reached into his pocket and tossed his key's across the room. Akuba caught the key's. "Your cooperation is appreciated Mr. Rizzoti." Akuba said and left the room. Soon enough, he was out of the club, and driving down the street towards the docks. The weapons trade would be gone before the night was over.
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