Behind Closed Doors
Oct 9, 2014 1:38:20 GMT
Post by Kaius on Oct 9, 2014 1:38:20 GMT
"Alright man, thanks for sorting things out..."
Two silhouettes emerged from a worn allyway door. The night was blacker than a smoker's lung, misting breaths spilling from their noses in the crisp, fridged air. Faint light from one of the very few street lamps in the town managed to stretch into that passageway between two buildings, blackening their forms. It was narrow, the ground uneven, jagged and broken.
The taller man stayed near the door while the second turned to face him, muttering their goodbyes before the door closed and he continued on his way.
Hands slipped into his coat pockets, glistening light behind him palely outlining powerful shoulders and the spikes of his hair. This was no place...and most assuredly no time...to be navigating the streets alone. A den of terrorists, criminals, extremists...a town of disagreement and conflict....it was. The people who lived and worked here carried the burden of constant dread; car bombings were prevalent, random spouts of fatal violence were never far away.
But they weren't random. At least, not to someone like him.
A dominant, ghoulish presence convoluted his carriage, moving down the sidewalk of the vacant, silent street. 'Sorting things out' indeed. Kaius had to do everything himself. A few months out he had sent a shipment of weapons to his connections here in Karr. They were to be hidden away in multiple caches, where they would then be distributed to meet Karr's demand.
Due to the incompetency of a few parties involved, two caches had been looted, resulting in the loss of a few hundred thousand dollars in equipment. Generally this wouldn't have bothered Kaius, simply "find them and kill them" boys. But in the process of his local group figuring out the "who"s and the "where"s, items from Kaius' caches began to show up on the streets. Someone had stolen to redistribute, his people were fucking up, it was taking too long. So here he was.
And here he had been for the past 4 days. Locating a few of their current residences had been easy enough. There was a couple ravagings, a couple explosions, a couple low blows and family executions - all consecutively in a short amount of time. It was that staunch lack of bullshit that got things done, unfortunately - go in, establish dominance quickly, and do so in overwhelming efficiency and force. The leader of the thieving group's body now rested on a spike in the center of town with a sign addressing the issue. Since then, money had begun to "mysteriously" trickle in, and lost items that'd yet to be sold had begun to make their way back.
It was irksome that it took he himself coming all the way here to correct this setback. But whatever. Kaius hadn't tripped. These people, all of them, were apes with AKs. You couldn't expect much. But ah....for the greater good...Daddy would condescend and tie their shoe laces every now and again. The opportunity was too good to fk up. He'd like to think they could swing on their own after the underdogs he just gave but Kaius was planning on remaining in town long enough to ensure nobody on either side got complacent and slacked while attention was on them. He would have every penny, every single, solitary bullet returned or compensated for. It wasn't because he needed it, but it was to take this little lemony situation and make lemonade. Customers who hadn't been buying from him in this area likely would be now - everyone wanted to be affiliated with the alphas, and quality dealers who had their shit together. As for the rest...well...competition didn't like to step on those kind of toes.
But it was all secondary, all over before it began in his mind. Kaius might poke around for more self interesting endeavors. 3rd world countries had a higher tendency toward magic and superstition. Might dig up something cool. And hey...would you look at that...the night was young.
Two silhouettes emerged from a worn allyway door. The night was blacker than a smoker's lung, misting breaths spilling from their noses in the crisp, fridged air. Faint light from one of the very few street lamps in the town managed to stretch into that passageway between two buildings, blackening their forms. It was narrow, the ground uneven, jagged and broken.
The taller man stayed near the door while the second turned to face him, muttering their goodbyes before the door closed and he continued on his way.
Hands slipped into his coat pockets, glistening light behind him palely outlining powerful shoulders and the spikes of his hair. This was no place...and most assuredly no time...to be navigating the streets alone. A den of terrorists, criminals, extremists...a town of disagreement and conflict....it was. The people who lived and worked here carried the burden of constant dread; car bombings were prevalent, random spouts of fatal violence were never far away.
But they weren't random. At least, not to someone like him.
A dominant, ghoulish presence convoluted his carriage, moving down the sidewalk of the vacant, silent street. 'Sorting things out' indeed. Kaius had to do everything himself. A few months out he had sent a shipment of weapons to his connections here in Karr. They were to be hidden away in multiple caches, where they would then be distributed to meet Karr's demand.
Due to the incompetency of a few parties involved, two caches had been looted, resulting in the loss of a few hundred thousand dollars in equipment. Generally this wouldn't have bothered Kaius, simply "find them and kill them" boys. But in the process of his local group figuring out the "who"s and the "where"s, items from Kaius' caches began to show up on the streets. Someone had stolen to redistribute, his people were fucking up, it was taking too long. So here he was.
And here he had been for the past 4 days. Locating a few of their current residences had been easy enough. There was a couple ravagings, a couple explosions, a couple low blows and family executions - all consecutively in a short amount of time. It was that staunch lack of bullshit that got things done, unfortunately - go in, establish dominance quickly, and do so in overwhelming efficiency and force. The leader of the thieving group's body now rested on a spike in the center of town with a sign addressing the issue. Since then, money had begun to "mysteriously" trickle in, and lost items that'd yet to be sold had begun to make their way back.
It was irksome that it took he himself coming all the way here to correct this setback. But whatever. Kaius hadn't tripped. These people, all of them, were apes with AKs. You couldn't expect much. But ah....for the greater good...Daddy would condescend and tie their shoe laces every now and again. The opportunity was too good to fk up. He'd like to think they could swing on their own after the underdogs he just gave but Kaius was planning on remaining in town long enough to ensure nobody on either side got complacent and slacked while attention was on them. He would have every penny, every single, solitary bullet returned or compensated for. It wasn't because he needed it, but it was to take this little lemony situation and make lemonade. Customers who hadn't been buying from him in this area likely would be now - everyone wanted to be affiliated with the alphas, and quality dealers who had their shit together. As for the rest...well...competition didn't like to step on those kind of toes.
But it was all secondary, all over before it began in his mind. Kaius might poke around for more self interesting endeavors. 3rd world countries had a higher tendency toward magic and superstition. Might dig up something cool. And hey...would you look at that...the night was young.