Post by Cazador on Jan 7, 2013 0:23:41 GMT -6
OOC: For the "TL:DR people" skip down to Present Day.
Two Days Earlier...
Another day had gone by and once again night came to descend upon Hollowton. As the light began to fade away from the city, a Rolls Royce could be seen driving up a brick street. The farther the car drove up, the more and more beautiful the houses became. Cities lamps were beginning to come on as the car drove past them. The were each turning on in unison as if they were lighting the car's way home. Eventually the road came to an end and at the top of the hill was a very beautiful victorian mansion fit for a King or someone of a high stature. The car approached the gates where several guards stood and opened up for the vehicle to enter. Its speed came to a slow stop before parking in the large driveway. As the engine was shut off a man who appeared to be in his late sixties exited the Rolls Royce.
It was none other than the famous rich man himself, Dr. Ronald Strump. An owner of several dozen pharmaceutical companies that were bought out and merged into one and also an owner of many private hospitals across Genesis. Unlike many rich men in the world, he was a true philanthropist down to the core. He was a man who wanted to change the world of medicine where the deadliest diseases could be cured in one session. With the money he had at hand, his vision would become a reality. With the combination of magic and technology, his vision would soon become a reality. As noble as an idea it was, it meant that the economy of many lands would destabilize.
A total cure to all of the deadliest diseases would bankrupt many companies that relied around health care. Without anyone to take care of any longer, revenue would drop. Even overpopulation would start to become an issue if people were living longer lives. More people meant more resources being used up quickly. After much deliberation, a decision had to be made. Ronald Strump would have to taken out of the picture completely in order to maintain the chaotic balance that the world had grown so accustom to over the years. Several rival corporations had come together to plan it out. It was then they were founded by an unknown contact going by the name of Mr. Smith. So long as they agreed to pay him well, he would agree to not only get Dr. Strump out of the picture, but also get them his entire fortune.
As the guards made their patrols around the house, the next shift came in to relieve the first shift of guards. Strump made his way toward the house, he would be greeted by his loyal golden retriever. It wagged its tail as it eagerly followed his master inside. The day had been long and it was time to retire. He made his way upstairs to the master bedroom with his dog not too far behind, but a sense of shock would be sent down his skin. When he entered the master bedroom, Strump would look out the window to see his dog tied to a tree outside still. He quickly spun around only to be greeted not by a dog, but a man in a dark coat, gloves, and sunglasses. The unknown assassin, Jean Vilain. As Strump prepared to yell for help, he would be met with a fist directly into his apex. As the old man was winded and unable to scream, the assassin spun him around and put Strump in a sleeper hold. With in a few moments, he was out cold.
He still needed him alive at least for a day longer. The hired gun reached into his coat to pull out what looked like a radio or cell phone. He plugged it into another device that would scramble the signal of anyone trying to listen in to his words.
"Mr. Blue? This is Mr. Smith. Mr. Green would like to arrange a meeting with you to hand over his share of things."
Someone on the otherside answered back.
"Ahhh Mr. Smith thank you for relaying the message. I will let my associates know to make preparations immediately for your services."
The assassin put his gadgets back into his coat before looking back down at the unconscious target. He placed his hand on the man's arm for a few moments before smiling coldly. He took out a small syringe and inserted it into Strump's vein. He was injecting him with a toxin that would cause paralysis for at least 24 hours for a man his age. He moved his body over to the closet and blanketed him in the shadows so that no one would see him. He shut the doors of the closet before his body began to morph. Slowly, he took on the appearance of Ronald Strump.
One Day Later...
'Ronald Strump' had made his way back into the town. Several of his rival companies would be meeting him at one of the hospitals outside of the quarantine zones of the plague. The only thing they would have to worry about would be rioters, but luckily each of them would have their own private security forces. It was obvious they weren't from Hollowton. Their gear seemed out of place in a city as elegant as it, but with all the riots going on, these rich men wanted their protection guaranteed. 'Strump' and the others made their way into a board room at the top floor of the hospital to discuss the new deal. They locked the doors, sat down at the board table and began their plans.
"Well gentlemen before I fulfill our contract, their is one matter left to discuss."
"That's right.... Here are your diamonds."
One of the men at the table slid a small cloth pouch filled with the treasure towards the imposter, but he wasn't even attempting to pick it up. All he did was smile at them before shaking his head in disappointment.
"I'm afraid that's not what we agreed on."
"What are you talking about? Your payment is in that pouch."
"You mean the fakes that you were going to hand over... and then have your men kidnap me, kill me, and dump my body off in the ocean. That's not at all what we agreed to."
Each of Strump's rivals were all looking at each other. There was worry all in their eyes. They had to wonder just how their hitman knew about their treachery. Sweat began to roll down their balding heads. They had made the mistake of shaking hands with their assassin. He was able to take their knowledge through touch and always knew from the start that they were going to betray him. Jean reached into his suit and pulled out a small vile of liquid.
"This here, is the plague that has been ripping the whole city apart. So what happens when I release it into this room. I wonder what will happen to you all?"
"You're bluffing! You'd kill yourself along with us."
"Don't challenge me... I've already cured myself... If you don't believe me, I can open up this vial, infect everyone, and watch you all die a slow and painful death."
For a moment they all said nothing. They had to wonder whether or not he was bluffing, but were each of them willing to stake their lives on it. One by one they all nodded their heads in approval. One of them once again reached to their pockets to reveal the true diamonds. The bag was tossed to Jean and he happily caught it.
"Very good."
With the real diamonds now in his hands, he would use Strump's signature, fingerprints, and retinal scan to transfer all of his stocks to his competitors. In a matter of moments, Ronald Strump went from one of the richest on the planet to a bum. Each of them gave a sigh of relief as he exited the room. There was still one thing left to take care of though. Dr Strump's 'unfortunate' suicide...
Jean made his way back to Strump's mansion to find the now ex-billionare regaining his body movement. He could hear him trying to rustle out of the shadows that were binding him. Without anyone looking now, he started to change back into his normal state. He opened the closet to find his target attempting to scream for help, but the bindings around his mouth kept him good an quiet, but the time had come to end his target's life. Using the shadows, he moved him to the edge of his bed before placing his .45 down his mouth. It wasn't anything personal, but it was his job.
BANG!
With one pull of a trigger, a legacy ended. Jean quickly pulled out a spare .45 and placed it in Strump's dead hands. Now it was just a matter of getting out without being seen. A simple task for him. His body started to sink into the shadows. Eventually the guards would find Strump's body along with a suicide letter matching his hand writing. Little would the public know, greed had won the day.
Present Time...
It was time to celebrate another completed contract. Jean decided to stop by a bar not far off from his penthouse to enjoy a drink. It was good to see some places hadn't been touched yet by the plague as badly. It made enjoying a drink very difficult when there was some diseased fool trying to die right next to you. The bar he entered had a good calm atmosphere. People were seen talking quietly and the music wasn't being blasted so loud that someone couldn't hear themselves think. Jean strongly disliked places like that. As he sat down at the bar to order a drink, a certain song began to catch his ear.
"Scotch on the rocks. Also if you will, could you please turn up the volume for this song. It sounds relaxing."
The bartender brought him his drink as he listened to the sound of silence. Jean had a very content look on his face. It was always a good feeling to enjoy the spoils after a completed job. He took a sip of his drink. It was strong and cold, but to him it was the taste of a job well done.
Two Days Earlier...
Another day had gone by and once again night came to descend upon Hollowton. As the light began to fade away from the city, a Rolls Royce could be seen driving up a brick street. The farther the car drove up, the more and more beautiful the houses became. Cities lamps were beginning to come on as the car drove past them. The were each turning on in unison as if they were lighting the car's way home. Eventually the road came to an end and at the top of the hill was a very beautiful victorian mansion fit for a King or someone of a high stature. The car approached the gates where several guards stood and opened up for the vehicle to enter. Its speed came to a slow stop before parking in the large driveway. As the engine was shut off a man who appeared to be in his late sixties exited the Rolls Royce.
It was none other than the famous rich man himself, Dr. Ronald Strump. An owner of several dozen pharmaceutical companies that were bought out and merged into one and also an owner of many private hospitals across Genesis. Unlike many rich men in the world, he was a true philanthropist down to the core. He was a man who wanted to change the world of medicine where the deadliest diseases could be cured in one session. With the money he had at hand, his vision would become a reality. With the combination of magic and technology, his vision would soon become a reality. As noble as an idea it was, it meant that the economy of many lands would destabilize.
A total cure to all of the deadliest diseases would bankrupt many companies that relied around health care. Without anyone to take care of any longer, revenue would drop. Even overpopulation would start to become an issue if people were living longer lives. More people meant more resources being used up quickly. After much deliberation, a decision had to be made. Ronald Strump would have to taken out of the picture completely in order to maintain the chaotic balance that the world had grown so accustom to over the years. Several rival corporations had come together to plan it out. It was then they were founded by an unknown contact going by the name of Mr. Smith. So long as they agreed to pay him well, he would agree to not only get Dr. Strump out of the picture, but also get them his entire fortune.
As the guards made their patrols around the house, the next shift came in to relieve the first shift of guards. Strump made his way toward the house, he would be greeted by his loyal golden retriever. It wagged its tail as it eagerly followed his master inside. The day had been long and it was time to retire. He made his way upstairs to the master bedroom with his dog not too far behind, but a sense of shock would be sent down his skin. When he entered the master bedroom, Strump would look out the window to see his dog tied to a tree outside still. He quickly spun around only to be greeted not by a dog, but a man in a dark coat, gloves, and sunglasses. The unknown assassin, Jean Vilain. As Strump prepared to yell for help, he would be met with a fist directly into his apex. As the old man was winded and unable to scream, the assassin spun him around and put Strump in a sleeper hold. With in a few moments, he was out cold.
He still needed him alive at least for a day longer. The hired gun reached into his coat to pull out what looked like a radio or cell phone. He plugged it into another device that would scramble the signal of anyone trying to listen in to his words.
"Mr. Blue? This is Mr. Smith. Mr. Green would like to arrange a meeting with you to hand over his share of things."
Someone on the otherside answered back.
"Ahhh Mr. Smith thank you for relaying the message. I will let my associates know to make preparations immediately for your services."
The assassin put his gadgets back into his coat before looking back down at the unconscious target. He placed his hand on the man's arm for a few moments before smiling coldly. He took out a small syringe and inserted it into Strump's vein. He was injecting him with a toxin that would cause paralysis for at least 24 hours for a man his age. He moved his body over to the closet and blanketed him in the shadows so that no one would see him. He shut the doors of the closet before his body began to morph. Slowly, he took on the appearance of Ronald Strump.
One Day Later...
'Ronald Strump' had made his way back into the town. Several of his rival companies would be meeting him at one of the hospitals outside of the quarantine zones of the plague. The only thing they would have to worry about would be rioters, but luckily each of them would have their own private security forces. It was obvious they weren't from Hollowton. Their gear seemed out of place in a city as elegant as it, but with all the riots going on, these rich men wanted their protection guaranteed. 'Strump' and the others made their way into a board room at the top floor of the hospital to discuss the new deal. They locked the doors, sat down at the board table and began their plans.
"Well gentlemen before I fulfill our contract, their is one matter left to discuss."
"That's right.... Here are your diamonds."
One of the men at the table slid a small cloth pouch filled with the treasure towards the imposter, but he wasn't even attempting to pick it up. All he did was smile at them before shaking his head in disappointment.
"I'm afraid that's not what we agreed on."
"What are you talking about? Your payment is in that pouch."
"You mean the fakes that you were going to hand over... and then have your men kidnap me, kill me, and dump my body off in the ocean. That's not at all what we agreed to."
Each of Strump's rivals were all looking at each other. There was worry all in their eyes. They had to wonder just how their hitman knew about their treachery. Sweat began to roll down their balding heads. They had made the mistake of shaking hands with their assassin. He was able to take their knowledge through touch and always knew from the start that they were going to betray him. Jean reached into his suit and pulled out a small vile of liquid.
"This here, is the plague that has been ripping the whole city apart. So what happens when I release it into this room. I wonder what will happen to you all?"
"You're bluffing! You'd kill yourself along with us."
"Don't challenge me... I've already cured myself... If you don't believe me, I can open up this vial, infect everyone, and watch you all die a slow and painful death."
For a moment they all said nothing. They had to wonder whether or not he was bluffing, but were each of them willing to stake their lives on it. One by one they all nodded their heads in approval. One of them once again reached to their pockets to reveal the true diamonds. The bag was tossed to Jean and he happily caught it.
"Very good."
With the real diamonds now in his hands, he would use Strump's signature, fingerprints, and retinal scan to transfer all of his stocks to his competitors. In a matter of moments, Ronald Strump went from one of the richest on the planet to a bum. Each of them gave a sigh of relief as he exited the room. There was still one thing left to take care of though. Dr Strump's 'unfortunate' suicide...
Jean made his way back to Strump's mansion to find the now ex-billionare regaining his body movement. He could hear him trying to rustle out of the shadows that were binding him. Without anyone looking now, he started to change back into his normal state. He opened the closet to find his target attempting to scream for help, but the bindings around his mouth kept him good an quiet, but the time had come to end his target's life. Using the shadows, he moved him to the edge of his bed before placing his .45 down his mouth. It wasn't anything personal, but it was his job.
BANG!
With one pull of a trigger, a legacy ended. Jean quickly pulled out a spare .45 and placed it in Strump's dead hands. Now it was just a matter of getting out without being seen. A simple task for him. His body started to sink into the shadows. Eventually the guards would find Strump's body along with a suicide letter matching his hand writing. Little would the public know, greed had won the day.
Present Time...
It was time to celebrate another completed contract. Jean decided to stop by a bar not far off from his penthouse to enjoy a drink. It was good to see some places hadn't been touched yet by the plague as badly. It made enjoying a drink very difficult when there was some diseased fool trying to die right next to you. The bar he entered had a good calm atmosphere. People were seen talking quietly and the music wasn't being blasted so loud that someone couldn't hear themselves think. Jean strongly disliked places like that. As he sat down at the bar to order a drink, a certain song began to catch his ear.
"Scotch on the rocks. Also if you will, could you please turn up the volume for this song. It sounds relaxing."
The bartender brought him his drink as he listened to the sound of silence. Jean had a very content look on his face. It was always a good feeling to enjoy the spoils after a completed job. He took a sip of his drink. It was strong and cold, but to him it was the taste of a job well done.
