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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 25, 2017 22:34:49 GMT -6
Elias was in his element really and truly in this moment. He’d gone past stalking now that the schmuck who’d ticked off Korso was off the main streets. He was walking quickly, almost running, as the guy hurried pell-mell in the labrynth of back alleys and side-streets. Elias pulled out his gun and cocked it, getting close enough to his target he could see the blue scarf flapping in the wind and in certain lights, the coffee stains on said scarf. He would get this done and go home to Melody. It would be just in time to read her a bed-time story and set her in her cradle by his bed for the night. He was looking forward to actually getting to put her in for the night, instead of the old woman who lived down the street. Hence why he was trying to rush this a little more than usual. Oh, he was still being careful, but he just was making the process go a little faster than usual.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 23:23:20 GMT -6
Sara pushed open the back door of Eggsy's home, quietly closing and locking it behind her. It had been too long since she'd visited; time really flew nowadays, what with managing the Jewel and figuring out Korso's weaknesses. She tugged her coat tighter around herself and started walking down the alley to the street where she'd parked. Just before she made it to the street, someone came from the alley between two other buildings, looking around for another way to take. She recognized him, even in the dim light of the alley; someone who'd crossed Korso, and gotten a hit put on them for their trouble. His gaze settled on her, and it seemed he recognized her too. Sara knew that if she didn't deal with him right then, it would likely get out that she hadn't taken him out on sight, as Korso would have wanted. Her loyalty would be openly in question. Her plans would be jeopardized. Or at least set back tremendously.
As he started to turn, Sara grabbed the pistol in her pocket and aimed it at his chest, and took the shot. A dim flash lit the alley, the sound of the shot softened by the city noise around them. No one around would care about a gunshot anyway; people were used to gunfire around these parts. She moved over to the mark and, as she stood calmly above him, fired another shot into his head, just to make sure the job was done.
"Where's some quicklime when you need it?" she said to herself, heaving a sigh.
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 26, 2017 11:21:04 GMT -6
Elias was just about ready to shoot when a shot rang out and dropped his target straight down like a sack of bones. It revealed a petit young woman. She shot the guy again in the head. He stared at her. She was pretty, for sure, but he was honestly more impressed with how she shot the guy as easy as pie. He liked traits like that in people. His Mary, though a singer, was a great shot too. He stepped from the shadows, gun still in hand and nodded at her. "This saves me the trouble of killing, even when I was hired to do so, but I suppose I'll have to share the pay now" he half-joked lightly. "If you want to leave now Miss, I'll do the job of cleaning. That's also my job"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 11:47:58 GMT -6
Sara turned around, narrowing her eyes at the stranger. No, not a stranger; she'd seen him with Korso many times. His personal hitman. "Sorry, didn't see you were gunning for him." she said. Perhaps that had been another reason the man had been using alleyways instead of the main streets. At the mention of pay, Sara shook her head, offering a small, apologetic smile. "No need to split pay." she told him, then added, "I can help with cleaning though, since I just stole a kill. Least I could do. I know a pig farm we can take the body to. The owner's an old friend of mine." Thomas was no stranger to body dumps from her and Gaston's business. He wouldn't blink an eye if Sara asked him for another hand. Saved him money on feed, anyway.
Sara put her pistol back in her coat pocket, and moved to the dead man's feet, and said, "My car's parked at the end of the alley here. We can put him in the trunk." She paused for a moment, thinking, then asked, "Unless you're wanting to get proof for our boss first? I got a knife you can use to get a finger or toe..." She wasn't aware just how much trust Korso put in this man to get the job done, or if he really required him to bring something back to prove the kill had been made, but there wasn't much harm in asking.
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 27, 2017 21:59:27 GMT -6
He smiled slightly at her and shook his head. "This one will be hard for digestion, even of pigs. I was going to pour acid on his face and hands before pulling his teeth for Korso and dumping him in the river. No chance of recognition then ,and he'll be far too eaten by fish and other things in the water to be of any use to the police. Just a long string of John Does in my line of work" he said, easily as talking about the weather. He nodded though when she suggested using her car and picked up the dead man, slinging him over his shoulder. "Take the back alleys. We'll dump him at my favorite spot" an abandoned house with a broken wall facing the river. The police had never figured it out. "I'll direct you were to go" He stuck a hand out to her. "Elias. Elias Valiant"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 22:55:55 GMT -6
Acid; a good choice, when one had some on hand. Not surprising Korso's man would have a supply. Well, now she knew who was responsible for the litter in the river. He did good work, too; quite a few floaters had been found in the last six months, none identified, cases cold and closed. If she was lucky, she wouldn't end up the same. She looked down as he offered his name and hand, and smiled up at him as she shook it. "Saraphina Boudreaux." she told him, "Pleasure to meet you." She walked to her car, opening the door to let Elias dump the body inside. She'd get something from Baxter to clean everything. Or simply buy a new car; Gaston had been eager to get another one.
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 28, 2017 21:26:26 GMT -6
Elias smiled, impressed by Saraphina Bordreauz. She had the hard look in her eye of someone off the streets. He liked it. He went and dumped the body in the trunk of her car and took off his hat, shaking out his long brown hair away and out of his face and eyes before clapping his hat back on and opening the driver's seat for Saraphina. "Can I call you Saraphina, or do you prefer Ms. Bordreaux?" he asked. When dumping bodies he'd found people warmed up rather quickly and preferred first name basis. But you never knew and he wanted to be polite. "You can just call me Elias" he offered.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2017 11:29:07 GMT -6
Sara watched Elias' movements closely, for...something, though she couldn't say what. Maybe it was as simple as watching a good-looking man. 'No harm in just looking,' she thought. She almost chuckled when he opened the door for her. 'How quaint,' she thought, 'a gentleman assassin'. Not many strangers in Gatsberry treated her with similar respect; she hoped it wasn't a ruse. She never liked having to shoot a pretty face like his. "Sara." she said, though she mostly reserved such familiarity for Gaston and the old gang. But she saw no harm in it now. "You can call me Sara, if you'd like." She slid into the driver's seat, wondering where exactly they'd be heading. Somewhere right on top of the river, obviously, but where along it?
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 29, 2017 15:12:52 GMT -6
He smiled. "Alright, Sara" pretty name. It meant princess, he dimly remembered reading that somewhere. Sara meant princess. Which ,Sara sort of reminded him of one, with the way she held herself and her face. This was a woman who seemed bound and determined to go places. While Elias was happy where he was, he could respect that. He slid into the passenger seat and pointed down the alley and to the right. "Go down there and continue on, we're going to an abandoned house at the edge of town ,where the river is largest" Nobody ever thought to look there.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2017 16:32:42 GMT -6
Sara tried to ignore the heat in her cheeks when he said her name. "Alright." She drove down the alley and turned, taking it slow given the relatively close quarters. She was quiet for a few moments, mostly just turning when he directed her to, keeping her eyes on the road, until she asked, "How long have you been working for the boss?" From the way he spoke of clean up, she figured he'd been killing professionally for a long time, probably longer than herself.
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 29, 2017 19:08:16 GMT -6
Elias sat quietly in the car, feeling very much out of place in his old leather coat and gear, next to this prim young woman driving. He looked at her with not much surprise. It made sense she worked for Korso too; most everyone in this town did. He shrugged slightly as he turned his attention back to the road. "Right here. I've been in his employ since I was eighteen. I'm in my 30's now" at 40 he'd probably ask to push papers or something; his body was growing older day by day and while he'd hate being a paper pusher, he couldn't possibly keep doing this forever. His body would get slower and more clumsy with time. Sad but true. "How long have you been working for the Don?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2017 21:05:42 GMT -6
"Figures, given you seem like you know your stuff." Sara said as she turned again, "I haven't been working for the Don too long myself, actually." Sara said. While Korso had been battling for years in the wars to crown himself king of criminals, it'd only been the last year and a half or so that she and Gaston had signed on as Marcello's people when other operations started falling in line. Then she continued in a neutral tone, "My brother and I joined up after it was clear his was the way to go if we wanted to stay in business. We had people to support--family, friends, employees. Made sense." The day they sent their answer to him was perhaps one of the hardest in her life. She'd promised herself she'd never let anyone boss her around again, but Korso's forces outnumbered hers. The gang wars had been chaotic, and she'd been through plenty of shit those days, but at least she felt free.
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 29, 2017 21:28:10 GMT -6
He gave a slight smile but didn't answer. He'd figured out how to hide his trail long before he ever went to work for Korso, and had learned to kill at a very young age. "You won't regret it. He takes care of his people as long as his people take care of him. He was even at my wedding, and Mary's funeral. Not for very long, but I saw him so that's what matters" He leaned forward in his seat, looking at the streets as the houses rolled by. "Stop. We're here" he waited for the car to halt before he was out of the car and opening the trunk to get the boy. "Follow me, Sara"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2017 22:51:33 GMT -6
Sara glanced out of the corner of her eye when he mentioned his wedding and someone's funeral. Was that Mary his wife? Or some other loved one? Either way, she was sorry to hear that. She pulled to a stop in front of the abandoned house and hopped out as well, pausing while Elias went to the back. She watched him haul the body out of the trunk, and saw that blood was still trickling out of the bullet wound in the head. "Hang on a second." she said, taking her gun out of her coat pocket before taking off her coat. She wrapped it around the head wound and put her gun in her garter belt. She looked at the crumbling facade of the house and said, "Well, this seems like prime real estate. Very quaint, with an air of macabre romance. Love it."
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jul 3, 2017 18:32:42 GMT -6
He looked mournfully at the nice coat as the blood trickling from the head wound started seeping into the fabric. What a waste. "I'll buy you a new coat" he said by way of apology. He Picked up the body and shut the trunk. "Alright, follow me" he smiled faintly at her comment as he walked into the house. He ended at the far bedroom, which had a hole in the wall and debris all around. He moved some junk with his foot and revealed some acid and paint stripper. He looked behind him at her and nodded. "If you'll pour some acid on his hands, I'll get his teeth and then do his face" he said calmly as he pulled out some pliers and began unwrapping the coat to get to the mouth.
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