Post by Shaun Underwood on Feb 3, 2020 18:19:58 GMT -4
"... I swear these fucking things are getting worse."
Dropping the cigarette he'd drained to the stub, Shaun pressed down on it with the toe of his boot as he ground it into an ashy mush on the pavement, resting back against the brick wall of the alleyway that he'd been waiting in. According to some brief research he'd done the gangs in this area tended to collect their pay on a friday, and they'd be back to wreck your shit on tuesday if you weren't 'clever' enough to pay their protection fee. They didn't target everyone of course... just those they either knew they could intimidate, or those they knew were too anti-hero to squeal to anyone who could make a difference. Of course, Shaun in his ever unclear resume was someone who could provide a little work for each kind of group. Those too scared could rely on his record to get the job done here, but in turn those who hated quirks couldn't get enough word passed that he himself had a quirk to distrust him. Besides, when you come packing two M9s strapped to your torso, no one tended to think you had a quirk. Why people who could shoot fire from their ass didn't also carry guns Shaun didn't really understand, but he made sure not to suffer such a limitation.
Having been hired specfically by the store to his back, Shaun was just waiting for the tuesday wreck and run to come by. He'd advised the sotre manager to go for a nice long walk, warned them their might still be some damage... but he won't be hearing from these punks again after today. Keeping out of the way for now, the mutterings of some goons looking through the window, trying to understand why the place was closed and locked up, before deciding they should still leave a 'surprise' for the fella when he comes back. That, as much as it could be, was Shaun's cue.
Pulling his parka coat up over his shoulders, ready to put on a show they won't forget, he shifted just enough to seem casual, but ever at the ready to grab his weapons. As he came around the corner, a female of the small group seemed about ready to rear up a bat to smash throught he window, Shaun clapping sarcastically as he chimed in loud enough to get their attention.
"Wooooow! A wooden bat! Aren't you guys original?" They looked to eachother briefly confused, but before one of them could get in a retort, Shaun pointed to another of the trio of goons, sporting a big face tatoo that covered everything but the right upper corner of their face. "Daaaayum. Nice work mate. I'm guessing someone told ya ya got a face only a mother could love and ya wanted to prove 'em wrong yeah? Gotta tell ya, damn nice work.~ Not even a mother could love that mug now.~"
The girl with the bat was still confused by Shaun's sheer audacity, the one with the face tattoos easily pissed and ready to move forward, but a third member, more skinnny and a little shorter than the meaty lug with the tats, stepped forward, pulling his friend back and drawing his own gun, but holding it to his side in more a form of intimidation. "Look miss I don't think you quite know who you're talking to but-"
BANG.
"GAAAAAAAGH! FUCKING BITCH!" The other two lurched back from their little leader as he dropped to the floor grasping at his thigh, Shaun had went for his own gun the moment he even started to threaten with his own, a dead-shot right to the leg, likely shattering the bone without severing any major arteries based on the restrained bleeding. A roll of his eyes and Shaun Rested his gun back against his shoulder.
"Pointer numero uno. Don't pull yer gun unless you plan to use it right away. Point two-" As if to emphasize the 'two' in his words, Shaun took a sharp jolt back, narrowly avoiding a wilde swing of her weapon from the girl with the bat as she charged forward, another hand entering his coat and drawing his second pistol, two shots rang out, one shattering the baseball bat, frustration flashing in Shaun's eyes at the missed shot, fading as the second met her shoulder and the girl dropped to the ground in turn grasping at it, hissing in pain. "Point. Two."
He stepped over the girl, applying the heal of his boot over her hand grasping her shoulder, the pain sparking throughout as he added pressure till she passed out from the shock. He'd been through this enough to know she wouldn't bleed out too quickly in the cold weather. If he could handle this quick enough they'd be in a police car with gauze and shit before they lost much more than a couple pints. "I ain't no chick. Name's Shaun, tell you're boss this place is under new protection...~"
He briefly held a cocky grin, expecting even the tattooed lug to run off and tell his boss about this rad ass gun wielding mercenary who was guarding the store, but ultimately, Shaun found himself facing another cheeky grin. It took a second, but a deep sigh flowed from his throat as he socketed one of his guns again, pointing the new free thumb over his shoulder.
"Rest of your gang?"
He'd slowly turn his eyes over his shoulder, sighing deeply through his nose as a range of tattooed thugs stood behind him, each of them breaking out their melee weapons they'd planned to use on the store, with a handful readying their own guns. Shaun, turning to face them, turned his gun backwards, not looking as a fourth shot rang out, shattering the hip bone of the ugly mugged goon from the original trio. "It's never-WOAH-!"
Diving quickly as more shots rang out, glass shattering around him as he dove through the store window, Shaun quickly put his back to one of the sweet stands, thankful it seemed to be made of metal as he soon heard shots pinging against it behind him, growling in frustration. "It's never FUCKING easy!"
Dropping the cigarette he'd drained to the stub, Shaun pressed down on it with the toe of his boot as he ground it into an ashy mush on the pavement, resting back against the brick wall of the alleyway that he'd been waiting in. According to some brief research he'd done the gangs in this area tended to collect their pay on a friday, and they'd be back to wreck your shit on tuesday if you weren't 'clever' enough to pay their protection fee. They didn't target everyone of course... just those they either knew they could intimidate, or those they knew were too anti-hero to squeal to anyone who could make a difference. Of course, Shaun in his ever unclear resume was someone who could provide a little work for each kind of group. Those too scared could rely on his record to get the job done here, but in turn those who hated quirks couldn't get enough word passed that he himself had a quirk to distrust him. Besides, when you come packing two M9s strapped to your torso, no one tended to think you had a quirk. Why people who could shoot fire from their ass didn't also carry guns Shaun didn't really understand, but he made sure not to suffer such a limitation.
Having been hired specfically by the store to his back, Shaun was just waiting for the tuesday wreck and run to come by. He'd advised the sotre manager to go for a nice long walk, warned them their might still be some damage... but he won't be hearing from these punks again after today. Keeping out of the way for now, the mutterings of some goons looking through the window, trying to understand why the place was closed and locked up, before deciding they should still leave a 'surprise' for the fella when he comes back. That, as much as it could be, was Shaun's cue.
Pulling his parka coat up over his shoulders, ready to put on a show they won't forget, he shifted just enough to seem casual, but ever at the ready to grab his weapons. As he came around the corner, a female of the small group seemed about ready to rear up a bat to smash throught he window, Shaun clapping sarcastically as he chimed in loud enough to get their attention.
"Wooooow! A wooden bat! Aren't you guys original?" They looked to eachother briefly confused, but before one of them could get in a retort, Shaun pointed to another of the trio of goons, sporting a big face tatoo that covered everything but the right upper corner of their face. "Daaaayum. Nice work mate. I'm guessing someone told ya ya got a face only a mother could love and ya wanted to prove 'em wrong yeah? Gotta tell ya, damn nice work.~ Not even a mother could love that mug now.~"
The girl with the bat was still confused by Shaun's sheer audacity, the one with the face tattoos easily pissed and ready to move forward, but a third member, more skinnny and a little shorter than the meaty lug with the tats, stepped forward, pulling his friend back and drawing his own gun, but holding it to his side in more a form of intimidation. "Look miss I don't think you quite know who you're talking to but-"
BANG.
"GAAAAAAAGH! FUCKING BITCH!" The other two lurched back from their little leader as he dropped to the floor grasping at his thigh, Shaun had went for his own gun the moment he even started to threaten with his own, a dead-shot right to the leg, likely shattering the bone without severing any major arteries based on the restrained bleeding. A roll of his eyes and Shaun Rested his gun back against his shoulder.
"Pointer numero uno. Don't pull yer gun unless you plan to use it right away. Point two-" As if to emphasize the 'two' in his words, Shaun took a sharp jolt back, narrowly avoiding a wilde swing of her weapon from the girl with the bat as she charged forward, another hand entering his coat and drawing his second pistol, two shots rang out, one shattering the baseball bat, frustration flashing in Shaun's eyes at the missed shot, fading as the second met her shoulder and the girl dropped to the ground in turn grasping at it, hissing in pain. "Point. Two."
He stepped over the girl, applying the heal of his boot over her hand grasping her shoulder, the pain sparking throughout as he added pressure till she passed out from the shock. He'd been through this enough to know she wouldn't bleed out too quickly in the cold weather. If he could handle this quick enough they'd be in a police car with gauze and shit before they lost much more than a couple pints. "I ain't no chick. Name's Shaun, tell you're boss this place is under new protection...~"
He briefly held a cocky grin, expecting even the tattooed lug to run off and tell his boss about this rad ass gun wielding mercenary who was guarding the store, but ultimately, Shaun found himself facing another cheeky grin. It took a second, but a deep sigh flowed from his throat as he socketed one of his guns again, pointing the new free thumb over his shoulder.
"Rest of your gang?"
He'd slowly turn his eyes over his shoulder, sighing deeply through his nose as a range of tattooed thugs stood behind him, each of them breaking out their melee weapons they'd planned to use on the store, with a handful readying their own guns. Shaun, turning to face them, turned his gun backwards, not looking as a fourth shot rang out, shattering the hip bone of the ugly mugged goon from the original trio. "It's never-WOAH-!"
Diving quickly as more shots rang out, glass shattering around him as he dove through the store window, Shaun quickly put his back to one of the sweet stands, thankful it seemed to be made of metal as he soon heard shots pinging against it behind him, growling in frustration. "It's never FUCKING easy!"
