Breakout & Coffee [Brann]

As he was overriding all the systems and ready to disable the camera system, his attention was caught by a man who seemed to be doing everything Bishop was asked not to do. Damian frowned and looked closely, trying to recognize the assassin working his way inside the prison like some sort of captain america saving the day, or more like ruining the last one of more than a few guards. After a while of observing, Bishop disabled the security cameras, but didn't erase the past few minutes where he didn't appear, but the stranger did. He had no idea who was that man, but he was stepping on his field of work, dirtying his path and interfering with the plan. It didn't matter who that man was. He was simply in the wrong place in the wrong moment dealing with the wrong person. Yes you have a tomahawk little Indian, do you know what Americans did to your kind?

Bishop exit the security room and stormed down to the cell area, taking out his silencer, ready to fire. He had time to decide if he had to try to speak with the man or not. Or not, that was the answer. Little fucker shouldn't walk on his lawn when he's working it. Walking by the bloody floors past the corpses, he soon reached the area where he last saw the man. He noticed a guard's head rolling on the floor, which he kicked aside without second thoughts like it was a soccer ball.

On his way he tried to think of reasons that could explain the man's presence. Who he was, where did he come from, who he worked for. All those questions will have to be answered quickly. It stroke him clean, that there could be someone else breaking into the prison at exactly the same time as he. The answer to that could be that the man came for the Bianchi as well. Or that he had a quarrel with the Bianchi family and was seeking to put sticks in their wheels by interfering with tonight's plans. Either way he was here now, and Bishop wasn't going to let him run away without answering a few questions.

He quickly got the man in sight and without any warning he shot towards the man's hip. Hopefully he'll touch him and impair his movements. If he did hit him then he would run in his direction and bash himself into him to send him to the floor. If he missed he would try a second time and take cover if the man took one of his firearms to shoot at him. 

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The bullet went right through the man's hip, which meant good news for Bishop. He had expected the man to fall flat and give more attention to the bullet, but to Bishop's surprise he was facing a trained assassin who probably had experience. His initial plans were shattered and he had to reply with a quick reaction. He took cover behind the nearest wall, the sound of the guns waking up the rest of the captives. Not surprising, they were probably all trained to hear such a thing and react to it. Plus who stays asleep when there is a gunfight? An old lady maybe, but not the people in this prison. The idiot assassin removed his silencers, allowing his guns to go full power on the sounds. How long before the guards that were still awake or alive came to get here? Much experience or an idiot with a survival instinct? That was what Bishop wondered right now about the identity of the man.

He came out of his cover three times to shoot, each time only once, aiming at where the man was. However when he came out on the fourth time, a bullet shot right through his hand. All those small bones inside will need an operation to fully heal and permit the man to use it again like he used to. He went back into cover, a nervous chuckle on his lips until he caught control of his speeding breath, slowing it down quickly. He stuck the gun into his belt and looked at his hand with a slightly impressed look. Whoever was that man, he was a good shot. Bishop was the kind to be unable to forgive very easily, and could lose his temper fast. However he knew when a situation wasn't in his favor. He looked at the cell next to him, inside which a man was sitting, looking at him with a very interested look. Bishop looked back, thinking, letting time flow slowly while wrapping a tissue around his hand. Won't help much but at least it should keep it okay for the next thirty minutes before he needed to find an alternative solution. He had a device with him to open doors, a handy device when you had to get a fugitive out of a prison cell. He opened the cell next to him and grabbed the man inside it.

The man tried to get away but with a shot in his head, it was easier to carry him. With one hand, Bishop hauled him at the level of his face like some sort of shield and came out of cover. He was already wearing a bullet proof vest so if the assassin decided to shoot at the corpse, it won't get anywhere near Bishop's flesh. Walking with increasing speed, Damian soon was close enough to the man to throw the corpse at him and then try to catch him by the collar, kicking away any guns or weapons if he could.

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Bishop was satisfied with his strategy. The man couldn't do much, except throw a corpse back at his aggressor. Which failed rather quickly. It wasn't hard to push the moving corpse from the way as it flew towards him. Bishop was a large man with broad muscles. It wasn't to impress, it actually served a purpose. His left shooting hand was of very little usage now that there was literally a hole in it. It hurt yes, Bishop wasn't some sort of terminator who felt no pain, but he was able to block said pain for the purpose of getting the mission done. He truly wanted to kill the man in front of him for interrupting his job. Everything was going according to his plan until this guy appeared. It didn't matter anymore, Bishop needed to know who he was and quickly decide if he had to die or not.

The Bianchi body guard saw the assassin slip his guns into his clothing but took no acts against it. If it would be fatal to him later, he had no clue, but right now it wasn't his first priority. With his healthy right hand he grabbed the man by the collar of his top and would attempt to hit him against the nearest wall, hard enough to catch his attention but softly enough to keep him from getting any broken bones. That didn't mean the man couldn't get a rib fracture or a few bruises from impact. He looked straight at him, his own eyes showing how deeply angry he was about the situation. "I don't like wasting my time so just tell me why you are here." he asked, a strong yet low voice so that he won't indicate their precise position to any guards near. They might already be looking for them, so no need to give them a precise track to follow.

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The man in front of him wasn't some inexperienced person, and honestly if he could, Bishop would have let him go for the sake of fair play, but right now he was working for the Bianchi family, not for himself. The mission needed to be done the way it was asked, and the death of all those guards was already jeopardizing partly his mission. Should he just let this man do whatever he was here for, or find a way to get him out of his way. A complicated decision that will require him to chose very quickly. If he left the man do whatever it was he needed to do, which might be kill Genan. If that happened Bishop will have to explain why the mission failed completely to his boss and risk getting fired. His thinking was interrupted by the man's next move, which was pushing Damian away by the power of his own weight. He took his weight back in order quickly before hearing the man scream out some words.

Ah so that's you're strategy now, trying to incriminate the Bianchi to whomever may hear it. How did he know Bishop was a Bianchi however? He didn't wear anything that could show who he was and even so, Bishop was invisible, a ghost no one knew about except a few Bianchi members. He had no papers, no identity, no family to trace back to. A piece of data lost in the cyberspace. He was a tool for others, something you pass from hand to hand that has no other purpose than to serve its given task. Bishop attempted to drop his palm onto the man's left ear, using his right hand, the one that wasn't shot and bleeding. If a hit like that succeeds, the man will feel like some C4 just blew up a meter from him. "Just fucking tell me why you're here and maybe, just MAYBE, we can talk this through." a fair warning he believed, between bloody workers it's best to set the rules when you can.

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The attempted blow to the man's face didn't succeed, missed the target and now they were back to words for defense. It was ridiculous, offending, a crappy night with a job ruined and Bishop's patience was slowly coming to an end. The assassin in front of him was yelling more, exhaling the fact that he was here to kill the guards. What an idiot, trying to save himself with lies. Bishop works alone, and if he doesn't people usually have the decency to tell him he has one or more partners as a burden. He wasn't believing the man one bit. If it were to be true, that the man would have indeed been his partner for the mission, then they would have received two very different orders. One was ordered to kill, and the other not to. Contradictory wasn't it? What a petty liar, he should work on that.


Bishop looked at the man with a frown, bringing his wounded hand to his kevlar protected chest. He needed to finish his mission, time was fleeting and the guards could be coming over here any moment now. He probably could kill them all now without worrying to stain his contract, but his principles were to go to the end of his employer's will without any twists to the rules. It was like a game, a very simple one with only a few rules you shouldn't break. For a moment he wondered if killing the man before him would count as breaking a rule or not. One thing was certain, it's that it will waste time, especially if the man doesn't calmly comply and shake death's hand without making a scene out of it.


So obeying to the rule of time, the Bianchi walked away from the man, heading to the cell with Genan inside. He used his tool again, remembering now that he did kill someone on his mission. No one of importance, no guard. The door flung open, and Genan seemed to be waiting only for that to happen. "No! You're not taking me with you!" Genan scattered to the back of the cell, seemingly resolved not to follow the Bianchi. Bishop had been warned about that, and quite honestly he could understand the man's fear, but it was an annoyance he didn't want to deal with right now. He walked to the Bianchi rich family member and grabbed him by the collar. "You follow me or die here." clearly enough Genan didn't want to die, and with a complying look on his face he agreed to follow Bishop. The Bianchi came out of the cell, keeping his prize behind him as he looked down the hallways.

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There was a roll of toilet paper in the cell, and after looking down the hallway, Bishop went back into the cell to roll his hand into the entirety of toilet paper to absorb most of the dripping blood from his hand. He wished he could close his hand, but the pain was there, there was no denying it. He could only hide it and act as if it wasn't there. He took the gun in his right hand, ready to go out again. The assassin was no longer on the floor, nor was he in sight. Gone. Bishop wondered if he had fled because of his wounded and bleeding side, but he couldn't spend too much time on discussing what decisions another man took. He needed to deal about his own troubles first. Maybe later when he was back at the mansion could he have a fun time guessing where the hell that rat went.


The man hurried down the alleys, ignoring the stupid questions Genan kept asking about the corpses on the ground and how Bishop was expecting to get out of the prison. The path previously cleared out by Bishop was pretty easy to simply walk down until they got out in the open. The guards in the towers Bishop couldn't take care of were on alert of course now. There wasn't going to be much time before the first bodies were discovered and some reinforcements came around the corner. He dragged Genan with him until he reached the front gate, where he came from. He was paying attention to details, movement around him to make sure some cop or guard wasn't going to come out of some place like a jack in the box. He was supposed to get to the nearest highway, which was about a ten minute walk from the prison. Then there would be a car there waiting for him and Genan to take off. There was a plan B: Calling the Bianchi for help. But that was an option Bishop hated and would rather not have to even consider.


However there was always something that could go wrong right? Something that could come and ruin your day, your mission, your night. The front gate's door was blocked off by two desks. What was this? An attempt at stopping them from getting out? Bishop looked around, trying to spot the son of a bitch that could be responsible for this. There was no time to lose, he had to get those things all out of the way as fast as possible to get going. He used his sole hand to attempt to drag away the desks, pointing his gun at Genan in a threatening way to get some help from him. Better get the job done quickly.

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