[SOLO POST] A Deadly Encounter
Dec 1, 2019 11:21:09 GMT -8
Post by Sora-No on Dec 1, 2019 11:21:09 GMT -8
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The day on Ignis Reach came and went as with everyday, and night had soon fallen on Avalon yet again. The stores started packing up and closing down for the night, and silence was slowly creeping its way into the city streets. Despite this, some people had just started their day, moving and shopping, attempting to chase the sunset and have enough time to spend their hard-earned money.
Queeny Alberts was one of these. A large man, he walked along the sidewalk, two bodyguards closely following him. You see, Queeny Alberts was a piece of shit. He was a liaison for many hitman and mercenaries. People would give him jobs, he would give them to those who would most fit the picture. Well, as long as you paid him the 'monthly fee'. But paying the fee also gave you protection, having him warn you of any marks with your name on it. Though that'll cost you, too.
This particular night, the steamy pile of refuse had forgotten to get alcohol. Gotta make sure you have booze for every party event, right? He knew a guy that owed him, anyways. He could get thousands of dollars worth of booze for free if he played his cards right. And if not, he'll just kill him and pay someone to take his place at the package store. Same old same old. He was thinking, maybe he could threaten the guy a bit, see if he could get some more for the party next week.
This song and dance would be interrupted by a ringing of a cell phone. Which confused Queeny. Firstly, because it was his personal phone, not his burner phone in which all of his contacts and hitmen have to go through to get to him. Not only this, but there was one odd factor, that made him slowly reach into his pocket, open the phone up, and answer.
That's not his ringtone.
Now, let's go to the person you all came here for. Joshua [REDACTED] Proctor (Look, his middle name's really dumb, you don't need to know it). He is a 27 year old man, and he is currently strolling through Ignis Reach, tailing a very fat and annoying little shit as he goes to buy alcohol for his dumbass weekend parties. A sneer painted across his face.
Josh was around six feet tall, with wild light brown hair and blue-green eyes that had a knack for noticing bullshit (mostly his own). He wore a mute dark green hoodie, the hood hiding his head as he walked into an alleyway outside of a package store. Faded blue jeans covering the legs that supported him as he leaned against a building's wall, pulling out a smartphone. Dialing slowly, methodically.
The man answering the phone was quite confused. Well, that's to be expected. "Who is this?" the man said. Josh would take a pause for effect, his sneer going into a full ass grin. "Well, hello Queeny." His voice was light, his words honeyed as they left his mouth and into the receiver. He was met with a lot of muttering and sounds out and around the phone. He would take that moment to laugh a little bit to himself.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
"Proctor? Is that you?" The fat piece of shit would say, his voice more forced and focused. He's trying to act tough. Cute, Josh would think, before answering Queeny, "Present and still kicking."
"How did you find my number? How did you get this?" He would only be answered by laughing, causing Mr. Alberts to scoff, anger swelling up as his hands held the phone even tighter than previous.
"Queeny, I've built explosives more complex than whatever simple thought is going through your head. I can get into your phone and find its number." Josh would pull out a small gold coin, flipping it in the air and catching as he made chit-chat, "So, how ya been? Been selling out your contacts still?" Queeny would raise his voice at that one. Whoo, tough spot, huh? "Now you listen here, you little shit. Tell me where you are or so help me I'll tell everyone you're still kicking."
"Do it then," Josh would retort, cutting whatever confidence and quickness Alberts had into nothing but silence. This would cause the young man to snicker a bit, catching the coin and flipping it up into the air once more, "Oh, what? You want to tell people, right? You want to give them the money for my mark that you obviously don't have, then expect them to A. take you seriously ever again, and B. pay you to take me out again? Like you won't fuck it up twice?"
Queeny would stay silent for only a moment longer, bringing an important question out there, "Why did you call me? What do you want?" The perfect question that Josh won't answer. He's quite enjoying this. He doesn't even have to look at the man to know he is crawling and itching to find something he could do. He doesn't have enough money to pay someone to quietly take Josh out. He also can't keep him around, knowing that Josh could take him out at any moment. He was stumped, and the brown haired man loved hearing the man collect his thoughts in real time while sitting outside the package store.
"Queeny, I don't want anything. Just thought I'd say hi and let you know I'm still around." His voice would go quiet, an evil sneer across his face, "Enjoy your party, friend." The line would then go dead.
Queeny would hear the line go dead, and would throw the phone across the street, a loud and audible "DAMMIT!" being heard as the phone soared and shattered. He was so fucked. So totally fucked. He would look around, paranoia setting in. He had to make a plan, and make it quickly so to hopefully predict what Proctor's doing.
He would spin on his heel, speaking to his guards. "Party might be compromised. Get some of your men down there to scope out. Check for explosives or any vantage point that Proctor could get a view into the party from." He would go to walk into the store before pausing, looking at the guards once more, "And get that bird on the line, let him know he fucked up and didn't take him out." He would then open the door of the package store, sweat lining his brow.
He would be met with a double barrel shotgun firing into his chest.
Everything rang around him. He couldn't feel pain as he dropped, though he knew where the store owner hit. Square in the chest at five meters. His lungs and heart are probably compromised. The shock was still there, though, present in two unrelenting thoughts that were all swimming through his brain as he bled all over the floor.
The first was that he was going to die. He could hear anything. His vision was fading. He could see the foggy figures of his guards taking out the shopkeep before attempting to care to Queeny's wounds. He tried to speak, say something, but all that left his mouth was blood. After all these years of handling marks and meeting with trained and potent killers, and he dies to a store owner feeling cocky.
It was infuriating.
Though not as infuriating as his second and more prevalent thought: Proctor planned all of this. He knew of his party and planned before even that would occur. He knew that Queeny would try to cut some corners and use his power and influence to try to get free or cheap alcohol. He also knew that he would threaten the man with death if he didn't comply.
The call meant nothing. Proctor was right about that. He only used it to get the credit. To let Queeny know as he slowly bled out all over the floor, that he had set all of this up. He made it a personal point to make it so. This thought turned to anger, then to nothing as the liaison saw nothing but white, leading into nothingness.
Josh would hear the bang, followed by screams. Followed by more gunshots. You see, Josh was never a good hit man. He was too flashy. He would blow them up, or go in guns blazing, taking out as many people as possible before (eventually) taking out his mark. But that got a target on his back, almost got him killed. So, he's got to switch up his game plan a bit. Go more for the mark, less on having fun getting him.
Though the dumbass named after a bird who tried to kill him the first time might try again. Which would definitely be interesting. Not the good kind of interesting, but interesting enough for Josh to keep the two bodyguards alive. Let them tell the guy and see what he does. Especially while Josh stays quiet and in the background for a bit. Better to stay alive than to fight god.
No matter how boring it is.