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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 2, 2016 23:46:55 GMT 2
----- All the suspicion -----  --- So very shady --- A shady meeting, in a shady part of town, with most likely a shady person who knew shady things. Everything about this sounded like a trap, and Jacob was really, really tempted to just not show up. But at the same time, damn his curiosity. In his defense, someone saying things along the lines of Jacob hating the Bianchi, although not untrue, it was dangerous for him, if people, like that wall man, or Shaun Bianchi, or even the godmother caught wind, he’d have to, at minimum, explain some things, and he’d bet Shaun’s words would be worth more than his. At worse…. Well, he’d rather not.
So with a lot of trepidation and preparing himself for the worst, Jacob arrived at the intended place. A rundown abandoned building that seemed to be commonly used by lowlifes who wanted privacy to do their dirty deeds. Jacob particularly thought the peeling paint, the rotten smell of old piss, the garbage scattered around and the unnamed stains on the walls and floors made for a lovely picture for a murder scene. He was thankful that his gas mask served not only to hide his face, but it also dampened the smell.
He looked around the place, seemingly having gotten there first, his steps echoed around the decrepit building and he stopped beside one of the windows, which lacking any kind of glass. Anyone looking from outside wouldn’t see him, but in case he needed a quick escape, he just had to jump out. Although he was wary, his body language showed none of it, a casual stance, pacing a bit around the room in a bored manner, treating the whole situation like this was someone calling him for a mercenary job, don’t show any weakness, hear the person out, decide if it’s worth his time. It wasn't like they knew his name or anything about his identity, and who knows, maybe the person wouldn’t even show up.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 3:25:16 GMT 2
Dakota was leaning up against a wall. He wore a pair of old, dark jeans, a black shirt, and a black leather jacket, his pistol tucked away in the jacket's custom holster. He wore an old UChicago ball cap with the Phoenix head on it, and a black bandana to hide the rest of his face. His silver shades reflected back anything he could see. He knew his identity would be his most valuable object. He needed to meet this man, there were things that needed answered, and there were only a few ways to get it out of someone, and scare tactics weren't one of the ways.
He spotted Jacob coming his way. He stood up straight, and waited patiently for him to speak. The meeting was on Dakota's terms, so naturally, it was the other one who would engage in the conversation first, in this case, it was Jacob who would speak.
Dakota quickly examined him, there was a gas mask, a little cliche for someone. It was very useful, but he had worn one in war before, it did limit eyesight, which was much needed. This man was Bianchi, or was affiliated with them, which meant he would know about Dakota, not much, at least know that he was someone that they attempted to whack, but failed. Dakota knew that this man was capable of many things, but Dakota had the advantage of having his identity a little bit more hidden, for all Jacob knew, he was a journalist, but then again, Jacob had to be a smart man, he did take some precautions before the meeting, such as the mask.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 4, 2016 2:38:56 GMT 2
----- All the suspicion ----- --- So very shady --- He paced for a few minutes, growing bored as time passed. He saw movement from the corner of his eye and he stopped on his tracks, a bit surprised that he hadn’t heard anyone entering the building. Oh, so Mr. Mysterious finally showed his face, because whoever that was, it was clearly male, his face hidden by a bandana, some glasses and a cap, a makeshift disguise that worked well enough for someone not having anything better, but it could be easily knocked out with a punch. But then again, not everyone could be obsessed with masks, and to his advantage it told Jacob a quite a bit by just that. Someone who was careful enough to somewhat hide their identity, but it wasn’t something done often, which meant it was just this meeting with Jacob that warranted the precaution, and that made him smirk, the action staying hidden behind the gas mask.
There was silence as Jacob waited for the man to speak, he was called here so clearly that meant the man had stuff to say. But nothing came, they just stood there, staring at each other as the minutes crawled by. Jacob crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. “Are you going to speak or you just called me here so I could look at your cool shades?” He didn’t appreciate the waste of time, and the longer he stood there, the more his paranoia grew. Was he waiting for backup or for something to happen? Because he had scouted the place before entering, and hadn’t found anything too suspicious, which just meant there wasn’t any trap currently there, it didn’t stop reinforcements from arriving.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 2:55:02 GMT 2
He stood up straight, and pulled out a gunmetal lighter from his coat, and snapped it open. He looked over at Jacob, and snapped it shut. "The Bianchi, I heard that you have reason to distrust them," he started, "If you're up for revenge for what they have done, I think we can help each other out," he told him, and slipped the lighter back into his coat. He had more reason than that to get his help, but at the moment, this was on the top of the list. He needed help, and someone with something against the Bianchi would work. "Can you help me, or are we both just wasting our time here, I have business to attend to, and I'm at a deadline," he told him. He was impatient, he needed help, and if this man couldn't provide it, he would leave.
He pulled out a small journal from his coat. It was a blackbook, the Bianchi recorded everything about every member. He had gotten his hands on it, and everyone who ever had been affiliated had a bit of information in it. Just an identity was enough to bring someone down. He knew that there would be just a little bit on Jacob, given the man's occupation, he doubted much, but anything was enough for Jacob to need to get rid of.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 5, 2016 4:43:50 GMT 2
----- All the suspicion ----- --- So very shady --- He tensed slightly when the man’s hand went to his pocket, his eyes narrowing behind his mask, he could have anything his pockets, a knife, a gun, or, as it turned out, a lighter. Jacob was glad the man jumped straight to the point, though his words weren’t very reassuring. “Someone is telling tales, I’d love to know who.” And then put some knife holes on their chest. That was the main reason why he had bothered to show up, find out how his bad feelings towards the Bianchi had come fall into some stranger’s ears. It wasn’t too hard to find the famed figure called the Masked Mercenary if you knew where to look, Jacob’s persona had quite the reputation, and as Max had once told him, quite the criminal list to his name. It was also not very difficult to link him to the Bianchi since he never bothered to hide that fact. But his grudge with the family? That was between him and Shaun Bianchi, if information like that got out though… What else would be known? Once again he was grateful that his real name wasn’t linked with anything criminal, for all intents and purposes, Jacob Pierce was just an IT tech, and the Masked Mercenary was a mysterious figure that never revealed his name or face.
The man was impatient too, not even waiting Jacob’s answer before throwing the too busy line. “Well, isn’t someone an impatient little squirrel? It’s funny how you set the meeting and then act like I’m wasting your time.” He tilted his head to the side, purposefully stalling for time to spite the man, sarcasm always heavy in his words.
And again the man’s hand went to his coat, Jacob mirrored the movement, gripping his gun just in case. This time it wasn’t a lighter, but some sort of book. He waited a bit for an explanation, but nothing came, so he tackled the current issue. “What makes you think I’d just start saying things to the first stranger who appears in a shady alley? For all I know you are an Enigma rat, or some Bianchi underling looking for reasons to terminate my contract, or a cop looking to arrest me.” He leaned against the wall, posture casual, but his hand never left his pocket where his gun was hidden. “And besides, I’m doing quite well on my own. What could you possibly offer me?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 13:37:34 GMT 2
He smirked, he knew the man was impatient, that was easy to configure. He could see the distrust for the Bianchi, and obviously concern. He was going to be completely honest with him, knowing that it was unlikely the man would actually kill him. He arranged the meeting in a place where the gunshot would echo, any noise would. The alley was locked between a popular deli, and an apartment, not far from a busy street. The meeting place was intended to be insurance, if the man was smart, he would realize that, and not kill him for what he was about to say.
"You were partially right, very close indeed. I was a Bianchi man at one point, very important at that, this journal has your contact information, and every crime you have ever committed. It would be easy to track you down with this, although your smart, you hide your identity, although to be honest, it isn't very much hiding when everyone recognizes your signature mask," he told him. "I think that this journal would benefit you, but in return, I need a few things from you, one of which, is getting me close to members of the family," he told him, "weak links," he said, to make his point.
He waited for a response, but before it would come, he decided to make it interesting, "I can also get you a clean slate, and out of here, you can move far away with all the money that Bianchi has put towards guns for hire such as yourself, something that you can't get on your own, something I can't get on your own... just pull a few favors, and it's all yours," he told him. He had to make the offer as tempting as possible, smart men, didn't trust dumb men, and this meeting made him look like a stranger who didn't know what he was dealing with.
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