Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 1:12:10 GMT -6
The man was sitting at a little bistro, reading a paper. He'd been sipping the same coffee for an hour now, at least. It had to be ice cold and disgusting by now, but coffee wasn't really the reason he was there. He was waiting for a package to be dropped off any moment now. The man was getting more and more nervous as the time ticked away. Of course that was obvious since anyone knew, the longer you stayed in one place the more likely you are to get caught. It was really minor, most likely wouldn't notice it, but the man watching him did. The paper he was reading began to shake, subtly. That was a shame since that slight tremor could be the difference between a death shot and a smashed vase sitting adorably on the near by window. A man on a Vespa came rolling down the street. He hugged the corner tightly, dropping something and kept going. The man dropped his paper, scrambled to grab the package and walked off quickly in the opposite direction.
"Follow Scooter boy, I got Shaky Hands."
Olly said as he watched from a few buildings away. He was checking to make sure his colt navy revolver, the Phallanx, was fully loaded. He knew a few shots would be fired before this was all said and done. He stepped out of the buildings on the opposite side of the street and kept walking, matching the man's pace. On this day he had long brown hair, tied back in a pony tail. He was wearing black dress pants and dress shirt with a white vest and loose white tie as well as a long black trench coat. The coat was hiding his gun and cutlass, the two things he always had on him. As he walked he grabbed a cigarette, lighting it calmly before waiting at the light to cross the street. He glanced over at the blonde woman beside him and winked, making small talk before the light changed and he crossed. The other guy was waiting to cross the other street now. Olly whistled lightly as he now waited a couple people behind the target. With the light change, the now very paranoid man, crossed the street. The man turned into a warehouse and Olly meanwhile turned down an alley beside the warehouse. The target would be moving more freely now, feeling safer. Of course Olly knew the entire layout of the warehouse and even that the guy was now in a panic room in the middle of the warehouse. Using the dagger from his boot he popped the lock of a side window and quickly slipped in. He stomped his cigarette out before replacing the dagger and drawing his pistol. He walked up to the thick metal door of the safe room and tapped his barrel on it.
"Impressive safe room Mr. Farns. Quadruple layer titanium with a dragon skin core. Odd, but I know I could detonate a few sticks of dynamite right here and aside from your ears ringing and some cosmetic damage you'd be fine. So I figured out another option, boys."
The room began to quake and tip before a hole appeared in the roof a helicopter began to lift the room from the floor and would be taking it to the Hellicarrier. The guy had weapons and a few poisons in there, but while he was hanging out at the bistro a team scrubbed it, removing everything, which he was no discovering.
"Fun tip buddy. Next time check to make sure your safe room, is safe."
He said with a laugh before turning and heading out of the warehouse that was now surrounded by SHIELD agents.
"What's the word on Scooter boy?"
'No word yet sir. He was last seen heading South on third.'
"Might have to pay a quick visit then..."
"Follow Scooter boy, I got Shaky Hands."
Olly said as he watched from a few buildings away. He was checking to make sure his colt navy revolver, the Phallanx, was fully loaded. He knew a few shots would be fired before this was all said and done. He stepped out of the buildings on the opposite side of the street and kept walking, matching the man's pace. On this day he had long brown hair, tied back in a pony tail. He was wearing black dress pants and dress shirt with a white vest and loose white tie as well as a long black trench coat. The coat was hiding his gun and cutlass, the two things he always had on him. As he walked he grabbed a cigarette, lighting it calmly before waiting at the light to cross the street. He glanced over at the blonde woman beside him and winked, making small talk before the light changed and he crossed. The other guy was waiting to cross the other street now. Olly whistled lightly as he now waited a couple people behind the target. With the light change, the now very paranoid man, crossed the street. The man turned into a warehouse and Olly meanwhile turned down an alley beside the warehouse. The target would be moving more freely now, feeling safer. Of course Olly knew the entire layout of the warehouse and even that the guy was now in a panic room in the middle of the warehouse. Using the dagger from his boot he popped the lock of a side window and quickly slipped in. He stomped his cigarette out before replacing the dagger and drawing his pistol. He walked up to the thick metal door of the safe room and tapped his barrel on it.
"Impressive safe room Mr. Farns. Quadruple layer titanium with a dragon skin core. Odd, but I know I could detonate a few sticks of dynamite right here and aside from your ears ringing and some cosmetic damage you'd be fine. So I figured out another option, boys."
The room began to quake and tip before a hole appeared in the roof a helicopter began to lift the room from the floor and would be taking it to the Hellicarrier. The guy had weapons and a few poisons in there, but while he was hanging out at the bistro a team scrubbed it, removing everything, which he was no discovering.
"Fun tip buddy. Next time check to make sure your safe room, is safe."
He said with a laugh before turning and heading out of the warehouse that was now surrounded by SHIELD agents.
"What's the word on Scooter boy?"
'No word yet sir. He was last seen heading South on third.'
"Might have to pay a quick visit then..."