Amy
Amy simply smiled at Fiore, “It will be fine, don’t worry about it.” She began to stretch her arms.
“Well, I am going to take a shower and hit the hay, it’s been a long day.” She yawned, “If you need your clothes cleaned just ask Proxy, he will be happy to do it.” The rabbit nodded from his position on the bed.
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Shiro
Shiro tapped away the ash on his cigarette. “Listen, I will be up front with you. You would need to have a bare minimum of 2 squads of trained combatants at the church at all times, preferably more during the night. And a bit of funding so I can do some renovations when this is over would be nice.”
He looked at Fate, a stern expression gracing his features, “But I have no idea if you are even capable of doing this. I see the plans, I saw the one you sent to recruit me, and I see you have a fancy organization here.” He paused, “But there is nothing you imply this will work, I don’t even know if you are capable yourself.”
That was partly a lie, Shiro could tell he was strong but he was unsure about how strong he really was. He was skilled at hiding it, the calm air around him making him difficult to read.
“I will jump on your little ship here as soon as you clear up those concerns of mine.” He concluded. Shiro was never much for negotiations, he preferred things to be simple and cut and dry. He hoped it would be resolved in such a manner here.
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Benjamin Saylor
Two men were in an office, both of them had a steel briefcase at their sides. The one that was sitting was dressed in a fashionable suit and sporting a rather large beard, a rather old man with gray hair. The other was standing and was in an open jacket that showed off his chest to the world, had blue hair with a large stitched scar over his left eye, and finally had two large metal cannon hanging on his back.
The one with blue hair began to speak, “Well, I got what you wanted.” He placed his case on the desk on the desk in front of the old man, before opening it revealing vials of dark liquid. “All the hydra blood you ordered, no idea how those guys got their hand on it though, this is nasty stuff, not common either.”
The only man simply chuckled, “No it is not, the nature of the nexus proving to be rather profitable in this case. You see why I hired one of your expertise in this sort of situation?” Putting his briefcase on the desk he opened it, revealing what looked like platinum bars. “And here is our payment as discussed.”
Quickly counting the bars he closed the briefcase, before nodding and closing the one filled with vials. Then he simply took both cases and placed them at his sides.
The old man simply raised an eyebrow and frowned, “What are you doing now Benjamin, we had a deal.”
The newly named Benjamin simply look at the man, “Ya, we did. And it would have been fine if you did not FUCKING LIE TO ME!” He yelled and slammed his hands down on the desk. “I explicitly asked who I was stealing from, and you said to me they were simply a bunch of troublemakers.” He leaned down lower and looked the older man in the eye, “Not a fucking group of vampires.”
The old man started to be obviously intimidated, “Now Benjamin, lets not do anything you might regr-“ He was cut off when Benjamin grabbed his throat with his right hand.
“No, I make it perfectly clear. You are upfront about a job, no smokes and mirrors, no lies. You broke that one rule I have.” Picking up the man he grabbed both brief cases with his free hand and walked over to the large window overlooking the street. It was fairly empty below, but he could feel the fight happening not too far away and the bounded field that was set up, seems like a rush job.
“Now? You get to be an example.” And with that he threw the man, breaking through the window and sending him plummeting to the ground below, landing in the middle of the street, in clear view of a man driving a Firebird down the street at high speeds. He died on impact.
Then, holding a brief case in both hands he walked out the new exit, falling without a care feet first. The wind brushed by his ears and face, but his face remained perfectly calm.
Then a second latter he hit the pavement, lowering to a crouch as the sidewalk cracked and indented beneath him. Then he simply stood up, not even any hint that he fell over 6 stories.
"You don't fuck with me old man."
