The ''Deadly Saints'' Organization

[Sid 6.7]

Shawn was standing nonchalantly across the street from the KlineNexus building eating an ice cream cone. He was eating the triple chocolate fudge goodness enthusiastically. It had been a while since he had eaten ice cream. Shawn's features were made up of a slender athletic build. His attire made up of A tan longcoat with a white T-shirt underneath. His pants were a simple black boot cut jeans and matching black tennis shoes. His white leather belt holding up his pants was adorned with a a belt buckle that had dual pistols crossing one another. His short blonde hair was covered by a black baseball cap that had Bold white letters across the front saying F.B.I., and beneath the lettering in much smaller font said. Female Body Inspector.

Ever since he had finally left the wastes to enter the city, Shawn was on a run of good luck. Except for accidentally bringing two murderous vagabonds to the city; Seager and Killen. But from that chance encounter he had also met up with Black Genovese. A little too noble at times in his opinion. Nonetheless that encounter had made much more wealthy. Both of them were picked up after a few months by a man named Alistair to work for him. It amazed him at how easy it is for big cats like Alistair to find what he wanted. Even in a city this large with Shawn's unique ability, it still took time to find whatever he was looking for.
With a shrug of his shoulders he dismissed it offhandedly. What was a few million here and there to someone like Alistair. That guy easily had resources readily available for whatever he wanted. An even stranger thought occurred to Shawn. What happened to the Deadly Saints? Of course they hadn't disappeared altogether. But MADCAP was unusually quiet.

His thoughts were interrupted When he saw Black pull up in what he thought looked like a mix between a Maserati and a Ferrari. Shawn tried yelling out to him and quickly choked with a mouthful of chocolate ice cream. Between fits of coughing and spluttering, he gasped in sweet, sweet oxygen. After his quick fit of coughing Shawn looked back up to see Black had already made his way inside. Shawn glared at his ice cream cone petulantly.

"You're lucky that you're delicious." Shawn said with a mocking indignant point of his left index finger towards the frozen treat. With a sigh Shawn began to take a step forwards into the street and disappeared with a low whoosh of air. Instantly he was across the street and running up the steps towards the main doorway to the KlineNexus building. Again as he was reaching the doorway He teleported to the other side and found himself in the grandiose lobby. Shawn moved his head back and forth looking around the lobby before he eyed Black stepping onto the elevator. A triumphant grunt escaped him as he Disappeared and reappeared standing casually next to Black.

"Heya Black!" Shawn spoke between bites of his ice cream. "Whats on the docket today?"

[plague_bringer]

((Apparently posting hasn't been on his docket for the last 3 days! What a slacker.))

[Draken McCrake]

((He said he would be posting sometime today.))

[plague_bringer]

((Excellent.))

[Insatiable Vengeance]

((I will. Don't worry.))

[Insatiable Vengeance]

Black jumped a few inches into the air away from Shawn. Within the same second he realized who it was and began to straighten himself out, readjusting his black suit jacket. The elevator door closed and began its ascent to the top of the tower.
"One of these days, I'm gonna shoot you." Black said calmly with the tiniest smirk at the corner of his slightly wrinkled mouth.
He studied him up and down before adding "You could also TRY and look professional one of these days too Shawn. I'm not sure the boss appreciates your casual outlook."
He was just busting his balls of course.

((Dont really know what else to say here lol So I guess its a short post with Black))

[Sid 6.7]

Insatiable Vengeance

"One of these days, I'm gonna shoot you." Black said calmly with the tiniest smirk at the corner of his slightly wrinkled mouth.
He studied him up and down before adding "You could also TRY and look professional one of these days too Shawn. I'm not sure the boss appreciates your casual outlook."

Shawn licked his ice cream as he quietly listened. Dramatically he feigned mock indigence.

"I am professional Gen-O-vese." Shawn was was being facetious. Obviously. He couldn't help, but to joke around with Black. It was just in his nature. Genetics and s**t. Shawn wasn't going to divert from the main topic though. Only light banter. Black was still the boss.

"You didn't answer my question." Shawn said to quickly divert the topic. "I'm guessing your going up to see the big Cheese." He said finishing with a weak shrug. Black usually talked to Alistair directly himself. Shawn had only seen him a handful of times. There was no need for him to go all the way to the bosses gaudy office. That secretary Alistair had had for the last few months was pleasant to look at. With a smug quirk of his lips, Shawn began absently rubbing his chin with his free hand. A small chuckle escaped him as he day dreamed of the beautiful young receptionist.

[plague_bringer]

Where the ******** was this god damn building?! Vallios' lips pulled back into a snarl as he continued stalking through Harlin's back alleys. You'd think a massive freaking skyscraper that dominated the horizon would be EASY to find...Surely Vallios had some sort of map somewhere. Stopping all forward momentum Vallios began to pat himself down and then remembered he had completely neglected to sew pockets into ANY of his gear. Oh this...This was just awesome! Once again Vallios vented his fury on the captive, unconscious demon by tearing at it with his claws. A moment or two of such exertion and Vallios was ready to continue hunting around for his destination. Most people would stop someone and ask for directions.

Though when Vallios looked at his reflection in a puddle, he highly doubted attempting to stop somebody for directions would go over well. Creating a panic wasn't on his to-do list today. Today was a day to get paid...And then blow it all at the casino! It'd been awhile since Vallios had indulged his second favorite vice and he could already feel the itch in his fingers. Today was a dice kind of day. Actually it'd been awhile since Vallios had played a few rounds of roulette. No, today was definitely a day for slots! Relax in front of a machine with a nice cold beverage and watch the cash come flowing in. Resolve solidified at the prospect of gambling Vallios dredged on, doing his best to navigate the meandering maze of Harlin's alleys and arterial streets. He'd get there...


Eventually.

[Insatiable Vengeance]

"Yes. Mr. Alistair requested I see him immediately." Black replied as he pushed his hands into the the soft pockets of his black dress pants.

Torres may have been light heart-ed, but Black figured he meant well with his joking demeanor. He was a good partner in any case. Taking a glance in the mirrored wall to his left Black examined himself. The wrinkles at the edges of his eyes and mouth were much more visible these days. Permanent creases in his forehead always on display and what was once a salt and pepper colored head of hair was now almost completely grey.

He new he was not all he used to be. Not as fast or as strong though he still had a considerable amount of both speed and strength. Had he failed to stop Seager and Killen because of this? Maybe. His suit had helped him tremendously though it was now obsolete due to the fact that Mr. Alistair had completely funded the build of a new suit that he designed and built over the course of the last year and a half. He had used his old suit during that time which had also been repaired by Kline-Nexus. Today he hoped to use his new suit for the first time.

The elevator doors opened and Black broke his eyes from the mirror and headed through the secretary's area and straight to Mr. Alistair's office.

[Draken McCrake]

Draken shifted in his chair as Black approached his office. For once he was not disapproving of the wait for The Head of Security to come to his office. Draken had been able to get a few plans into motion for future events. Profitable future events. Nonetheless it had to get done. Draken swung his gaze over to far corner of the room nearest his office door and rested on the shadow behind the office plant. A Damned Ficus. That thought irked him like none other. An ascended Shadow-Demon owning a Ficus in his office. Draken steeled himself from the thought. Quickly the shadows lurched out and spread across the room to the door. The shadow reached into the door mechanism and promptly the door opened a couple inches in front of Black. He didn't need to shout for Black to come in, The man would get the hint.

[Insatiable Vengeance]

Black entered Mr.Alistair's office swiftly and closed the door behind him as he heard what was surely the start of Shawn's attempt to get up the secretary's skirt. The office was lavish, though it wasn't the first time he'd been here. Nor would it be the last.

"What can I do for you sir?" Black asked plainly, getting straight to the business at hand.

Normally such things were just told to him though his VidCom, however this particular situation must have required much more tact and privacy if Mr. Alistair had requested him to his office directly. Black was anxious to find out the details. It had been awhile since he had had any real action. Though he didn't mind. It usually gave him more time to continue his two personal investigations into Sid, Killen and Seager.

[Rhajhiin]

Rhajhiin wanders in from the dusty terrain, looking dazed and lost.