Burrel sat up from the table and wiped the powder from the rim of his nose. He picked up his cigarette from the ashtray and leant back in the black leather sofa. The room around him was affluent to say the least, the money he had earned in his mercenary work and the money he had embezzled from the army before his court marshal made sure that he was well in pocket. As he rested on the sofa and thought about the last few months of his life he toyed with the rolls of fat around his belly, it was a subconscious thing he did.
On the bed in the corner of the room lay a woman. Hed taken her for both information and pleasure, she had provided him with information but her failure in the second department had meant hed killed her. It didnt bother him, hed undo the cuffs from her limbs soon and dump the body out there, the Vhaz would pick it up soon enough and Burrel like to think he helped by recycling. That thought made him laugh, and the fat covering his bloated body rolled as he did.
He was a coward, he knew that, Burrel had realised very early on that cowardice worked for him, as if you were a coward then you didnt fight, if you didnt fight you didnt die. Bravery was over rated to him in any respect, but Burrel had brains, he knew that, in fifteen years he had got himself to Major in the army, when everyone thought him a fool, no one suspects a fool of scheming. Also no one had suspected him of embezzlement and corruption, just incompetence. His deal to have the president assassinated fallen through because the idiot Sky Raiders had attack the wrong convoy. He seethed with anger over that, Jackson should have taken the fall when it all went wrong, if he had died then Burrel would still be in the army skimming money and selling weapons, but he vanished and it was all Welsons fault. That made him laugh out loud again, Welson, Burrel had got very drunk to celebrate that do gooder fools death, very drunk indeed, until he had found out that Jackson had become Doulos he had thought his revenge complete, but now a new agenda had arisen for him, the Precision Rangers and their Allies, simply because he hated Doulos, and if he wanted revenge, then Doulos and all his white and red wearing friends would pay for it. Dialous had tried but his motive was too selfish, he wanted power, power and glory, both complex things, Burrel would succeed because revenge was pure.
He stood up and walked to the window overlooking Boomtown. No one looked for him here, no one would think of looking for him here, but with the right money anything was possible, even turning this ruined skyscraper into the palatial residence he now lived in had been possible, how hard could it be to kill one man. Turning away from the window he looked at the wall, photos covered it, with a map of the city. Each of the photos was arranged in a circle around his target, white and red clad heroes, black and white clad heroes but mainly white and red. Burrel stubbed the cigarette out on his hand and a shudder then through him as the pain caused him pleasure, the smell of burning flesh filled the room and he breathed it in deeply. He walked to the wall with pictures on it and looked closer. Who to pick, who to suffer, who was close to Doulos, and how could he catch them? His finger rested on one of the pictures and Burrel smiled, this one could be the key, those with family always were easier to manipulate.
Frozen Rogue sat behind the drum kit, his feet pounding on the dual kick pedals that made the drum kits bass drums thunder. He was warming up, Doulos would be coming soon to have a jam; the massive amp in the corner was ready to go. The jams had been sporadic to say the least of late but D had promised hed make this one. Hed been asked to go and open another supermarket, the pressures of profile. With DK seeing to other duties and Shnyet still on leave Doulos had been saddled with a lot it seemed, but he had promised a jam today and hed be there.
The door swung open and Halo stuck his head in. Frozen stopped drumming, Hey buddy, just had a message from D, hes been caught up in something, hell be back as soon as possible.
Did he say what?
Something to do with an outbreak of Rikti that he has to shut down.
Does he need a hand? Asked Frozen.
A few of us are headed out there now...
Great, Ill get my stuff.
Sorry buddy, this ones for SL30s and over only, its over in Creys.
Oh, ok, thanks, good luck.
Frozen picked up the drumsticks off the snare, and set off drumming again. As he did, tears came to his eyes, why was he always left out? Why didnt Doulos call him to say he was caught up? Why did Doulos break yet another promise? One of the sticks broke as he hit the rim of a tom with it, he threw the broken stick into the air in frustration and stopped drumming. Wiping his eyes dry with his sleeve, Frozen stood up, and kicked the drum kit. As he did he released a wave of energy that sent in flying across the room, there was a tumultuous noise and the kit broke and banged against the opposite wall. Taking a moment to compose himself Frozen Rogue walked out of the recording studio, If they dont keep their promises then why in hell should I?
The man sat on the room holding a phone to his ear. The target is engaged. I can keep him here for some time. He nodded as the person on the other end of the line said something. Will do, I think we can keep them from going anywhere for several hours. Some more nodding, Understood. Hanging up the phone the man looked around. The Rikti communications officers stood in a line, each of them had a gun placed right to their head, from the portals they created Rikti surged out and more men with weapons pointed them towards the fight going on in the street below. The man crawled to the edge of the building and looked through his binoculars at the hundreds of Rikti attacking the small group of heroes in the street. Oh yes Doulos and his Ranger friends would be here for quite some time.
Burrel sat looking out of the window; below him he could see some Vhaz dragging the womans body away, no doubt she would soon be one of them, he might even see her again, he licked his lips at that thought. Once again the hero was being a hero it seemed. He picked up his mobile phone. Its me. He said when the phone was answered. I have some information for you, and this time no one will get in the way The call only lasted a minute or so, but the smile on the fat mans face broadened as it went on. Hanging up the phone he ran a hand through his thick ginger beard, this could be a most entertaining sequence of events.
He placed his razor blade back in its small black leather pouch and leant forward over the table.
Burrel sat up from the table and wiped the powder from the rim of his nose. He picked up his cigarette from the ashtray and leant back in the black leather sofa. The room around him was affluent to say the least, the money he had earned in his mercenary work and the money he had embezzled from the army before his court marshal made sure that he was well in pocket. As he rested on the sofa and thought about the last few months of his life he toyed with the rolls of fat around his belly, it was a subconscious thing he did.
On the bed in the corner of the room lay a woman. Hed taken her for both information and pleasure, she had provided him with information but her failure in the second department had meant hed killed her. It didnt bother him, hed undo the cuffs from her limbs soon and dump the body out there, the Vhaz would pick it up soon enough and Burrel like to think he helped by recycling. That thought made him laugh, and the fat covering his bloated body rolled as he did.
He was a coward, he knew that, Burrel had realised very early on that cowardice worked for him, as if you were a coward then you didnt fight, if you didnt fight you didnt die. Bravery was over rated to him in any respect, but Burrel had brains, he knew that, in fifteen years he had got himself to Major in the army, when everyone thought him a fool, no one suspects a fool of scheming. Also no one had suspected him of embezzlement and corruption, just incompetence. His deal to have the president assassinated fallen through because the idiot Sky Raiders had attack the wrong convoy. He seethed with anger over that, Jackson should have taken the fall when it all went wrong, if he had died then Burrel would still be in the army skimming money and selling weapons, but he vanished and it was all Welsons fault. That made him laugh out loud again, Welson, Burrel had got very drunk to celebrate that do gooder fools death, very drunk indeed, until he had found out that Jackson had become Doulos he had thought his revenge complete, but now a new agenda had arisen for him, the Precision Rangers and their Allies, simply because he hated Doulos, and if he wanted revenge, then Doulos and all his white and red wearing friends would pay for it. Dialous had tried but his motive was too selfish, he wanted power, power and glory, both complex things, Burrel would succeed because revenge was pure.
He stood up and walked to the window overlooking Boomtown. No one looked for him here, no one would think of looking for him here, but with the right money anything was possible, even turning this ruined skyscraper into the palatial residence he now lived in had been possible, how hard could it be to kill one man. Turning away from the window he looked at the wall, photos covered it, with a map of the city. Each of the photos was arranged in a circle around his target, white and red clad heroes, black and white clad heroes but mainly white and red. Burrel stubbed the cigarette out on his hand and a shudder then through him as the pain caused him pleasure, the smell of burning flesh filled the room and he breathed it in deeply. He walked to the wall with pictures on it and looked closer. Who to pick, who to suffer, who was close to Doulos, and how could he catch them? His finger rested on one of the pictures and Burrel smiled, this one could be the key, those with family always were easier to manipulate.
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Frozen Rogue sat behind the drum kit, his feet pounding on the dual kick pedals that made the drum kits bass drums thunder. He was warming up, Doulos would be coming soon to have a jam; the massive amp in the corner was ready to go. The jams had been sporadic to say the least of late but D had promised hed make this one. Hed been asked to go and open another supermarket, the pressures of profile. With DK seeing to other duties and Shnyet still on leave Doulos had been saddled with a lot it seemed, but he had promised a jam today and hed be there.
The door swung open and Halo stuck his head in. Frozen stopped drumming, Hey buddy, just had a message from D, hes been caught up in something, hell be back as soon as possible.
Did he say what?
Something to do with an outbreak of Rikti that he has to shut down.
Does he need a hand? Asked Frozen.
A few of us are headed out there now...
Great, Ill get my stuff.
Sorry buddy, this ones for SL30s and over only, its over in Creys.
Oh, ok, thanks, good luck.
Frozen picked up the drumsticks off the snare, and set off drumming again. As he did, tears came to his eyes, why was he always left out? Why didnt Doulos call him to say he was caught up? Why did Doulos break yet another promise? One of the sticks broke as he hit the rim of a tom with it, he threw the broken stick into the air in frustration and stopped drumming. Wiping his eyes dry with his sleeve, Frozen stood up, and kicked the drum kit. As he did he released a wave of energy that sent in flying across the room, there was a tumultuous noise and the kit broke and banged against the opposite wall. Taking a moment to compose himself Frozen Rogue walked out of the recording studio, If they dont keep their promises then why in hell should I?
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The man sat on the room holding a phone to his ear. The target is engaged. I can keep him here for some time. He nodded as the person on the other end of the line said something. Will do, I think we can keep them from going anywhere for several hours. Some more nodding, Understood. Hanging up the phone the man looked around. The Rikti communications officers stood in a line, each of them had a gun placed right to their head, from the portals they created Rikti surged out and more men with weapons pointed them towards the fight going on in the street below. The man crawled to the edge of the building and looked through his binoculars at the hundreds of Rikti attacking the small group of heroes in the street. Oh yes Doulos and his Ranger friends would be here for quite some time.
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Burrel sat looking out of the window; below him he could see some Vhaz dragging the womans body away, no doubt she would soon be one of them, he might even see her again, he licked his lips at that thought. Once again the hero was being a hero it seemed. He picked up his mobile phone. Its me. He said when the phone was answered. I have some information for you, and this time no one will get in the way The call only lasted a minute or so, but the smile on the fat mans face broadened as it went on. Hanging up the phone he ran a hand through his thick ginger beard, this could be a most entertaining sequence of events.
He placed his razor blade back in its small black leather pouch and leant forward over the table.