- - Axus Falken - -
What money can't buy...
Axus strode into the conference room with authority. Inside the room were twenty "businessmen," prominent members of the Underground that gave him a cut of profits since he pretty much monopolized the smuggling business. That and he provided some leniency with the law; which showed when the police commissioner of Fyrite walked in and shook Axus' hand. Others in attendance were about thirty armed guards stationed uniformly around the perimeter of the room, armed with an MP5k and a Beretta 9mm at their waist. As Axus took a seat at the head of the table, the rest sat down, cigarettes beginning to burn. With a nod to a guard, a fan in the ceiling was turned on, sucking the smoke out of the room silently, while automatic curtains rolled down, the floor to ceiling windows that once let in light now blocked by thick, red curtains.
"This... meeting, is now in session. In case you may have forgot, I am in total control of this meeting. You may think you have the upper hand at this moment, but you do not. I have roughly a guard per person in here. And if you interrupt me even once while I am speaking, or interrupt anyone else while they are speaking, My guards will escort you out in a body bag. Is that clear?" The room was dead silent, as if frozen by Axus' icy tone. A man near the end of the table gulped, and stood up, procuring a gun from inside his suit.
I'm going to give security detail s**t for this, everyone should have been frisked, Axus thought, eyes narrowing at the man, a man that seemed to be Middle Eastern.
"What can I do for you, sir?" Axus asked, lacing his fingers in front of his face; a sign for his guards to get ready to take fire. Immediately the sound of weapons loading filled the room, and red lasers blossomed on the man's chest, forehead, and the center of his back. The man began to shake, Axus didn't know why.
"My men have been dying. You said you would give us protection, but my men are dying. You have to pay for their lives, they were good dealers." The man stuttered out, his eyes darting from gun barrel to gun barrel.
"Well if your dealing in other territories, I can't help it, you have to talk to-" "NO! They died in your territory! An alley a couple of blocks down. Blood everywhere." The man shouted out, his hands turning white from his grip on the gun. At this, Axus stood up. and walked towards the man, who raised the gun up. Axus kept walking until the barrel was touching his chest, and sent a death glare into the man's eyes.
"I would have listened to you, you know. But you made a few very, very bad mistakes in this situation. One: You pulled out a gun in the midst of thirty armed guards. Two: You pointed the gun at the man whom the thirty armed guards are protecting. Three: You are adamant in the fact that you are right, when in fact you are wrong. Fourth, and Final reason, the reason why you will leave this conference room one way or another, is you interrupted me." This entire time, Axus had slowly and delicately forced the gun barrel away from his chest, up, up towards the ceiling until it rested under the man's chin. His voice was soothing, commanding, keeping the man from acting against it. As Axus finished his sentence, he slipped his finger into the trigger and pulled, sending a .45 caliber bullet through the man's head and into the ceiling above, a deafingin bang reverberating in the room. Men cursed as blood and brains flew in random directions, Axus getting hit by a good amount of blood. As two body guards removed the body, Axus wiped his face clean with a handkerchief, sitting down at the head of the table and laying the gun down on the desk.
"Now: Shall we begin?"
... Influence makes up for.
((OOC: School's getting busy, I'll try to post, no promises though. Also, I haven't been get any notifications from this thread. Jus saying. I'm trying to catch up now, sorry for the random-ish post. If anyone would like to fill me in on stuff I need to post a response to, pm me or quote me.))
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