Post by Uriel Camael Mikhail on Mar 10, 2013 4:31:50 GMT -5
His grip on the wheel of his Lamborghini was light, and he streaked the not-so-busy road of the neighborhood in Silver Lake. His back relaxed on the car seat. The windows of his cars were shut in. Because no one could see him yet. The commoners can't. Because well; they'd have an easy time identifying the one who's going to do this. You see, Uriel was here for a mission. And this may look like a nice little neighborhood, but the second reason as to why the commoners can't see him is; most of them are actually mercenary thugs in disguise. Ready to shoot at him if he ever shows a sign of not being normal. This neighborhood right here is the base of operations of one of the most notorious crime in International history.
You see, Uriel was no stranger to the Crime Scene. He himself worked undercover and destroyed Russian Mafias. But this was an international Crime Organization. While Uriel was no stranger to eliminating such things and bringing down organizations like that; this was still dangerous. And this is coming from a guy who chased down a guy with a private army pursuing him. A small sigh escaped his lips as he turned to the mirror. He looked rather dashing at the moment. The Russian assailant's masculine beauty was shining. He looked prepared. Too prepared almost. His sleek black blazer grazed his seat, and his eyes had their signature aviators on. And the funny thing is; he wasn't armed to the tooth. He had his Hypodermic needles at his wrists, hidden, and his trusty Glock 34 suppressed. This was a suicide mission for most.
His Lamborghini halted in front of the tall building. And two men came to open the door for him. Uriel stepped out and he smiled. Looking up the building, The two men nodded; they looked like those stereotypical grunts. Seven foot, buffed up and none too smart. But one managed to utter coherent words. "Lady Boss is waiting Mr. She does not like to wait." And Uriel didn't need to be told twice, he simply walked in the building; and suddenly, all the eyes of the mercenaries were trained on him. Even the receptionist. he knew that they knew how evil this place is. And they didn't know one thing; he was here to put an end to it. He kept on walking, and he stepped right in to the elevator.
As the elevator went up, Uriel tapped his foot on the ground. He knew the drill, flirt; get and kill. That's how it was. Kill them after showing a little skin. God, he hated these missions. He was an assassin; a spy; a well educated man. The son of the goddess of wisdom. He didn't have to whore himself with women that he didn't find the very least attractive. Well do-able; but not attractive. And as the thought crossed his mind. The elevator dinged and he was faced with three guys in front of a door, all of them were seated on a chair; and the oldest one; who seemed about thirty just shrugged and spoke. "She's in the room." And Uriel didn't even speak, he simply stepped in the hall and walked to the door, opening it. Oh this was about to get interesting alright.
It was an office; and a woman was standing there. No more than thirty. Gods; it was really alarming how Crime Lords got younger by the days. The woman looked Brazilian. Busty and well defined. And Uriel just smiled, shaking his head and stepping in her sight as she taunted him, waving her index finger; as if motioning him to come forward. Uriel just shrugged his blazer off and placed his hand on her shoulder. They both stepped back, and he placed her by the edge of the table, the Assailant leaned forwards, licking his lips and running his hand through her thigh. And he breathed out "Mmmm... such a bad girl." And the woman giggled. Uriel traced a finger over her face and whispered " You know what I do to bad girls?" His breaths were ragged; it was as if he fell into a sex drive. The woman moaned out and whispered "What?"
"I punish them." Exclaimed Uriel as he bit the bottom of her ear, his hand running through her stomach and waist. She bit her lip and nodded. "Punish me, please. Have I been a very bad girl." And Uriel smirked; "You have been...Do you know why you've been a bad girl?" She shook her head and moaned again, and Uriel leaned in front of her lips before speaking. "You've been selling big guns to bad men." And her eyes widened; in surprise. But it was too late. Uriel Placed his hand on her clavicle, pushing forward, lightly; As his hand made contact; he triggered the cylinder on his right hand. Immediately, the syringe needle on his right hand shot forwards; piercing the poor girl's neck. As he twisted his wrist to alter the trajectory;The hypodermic needle slid into unprotected flesh, its barbed tip trapping itself inside the being's neck. The plunger depressed immediately as the syringe locked into place, forcing out a thick stream of Pit Scorpion and Drakon poison, which Uriel had heavily diluted with his own Nightshade Venom; one of the perks of being an Athena kids was you knew how to make dangerous things. The toxic payload flooded into the high-traffic area in little under two seconds. Even as the pain of the needle would begin to register, Uriel was jerking his hand free, not waiting for the effects of the two powerful toxins to kick in before going on the offensive. Reaching behind the desk with his right hand, grabbing the pen and jabbing it between her eyes. But she fell, her insides already burnt down. The poison was too strong. Uriel shrugged and walked towards her desk, pressing a button on her laptop. Ooh. Turns ou she was already giving him his payment for sleeping with her; Two million dollars. A small smile escaped his lips as he pressed another button, transferring the funds to his own account. Oh he was going to go to Vegas.
But as it happened; the door busted open, and the three guards busted in with their MAC-10's. Opening fire. Uriel ducked down and kicked a chair their direction, as a shield; before unsheathing his suppressed glock and pointing it at them, whilst his free hand expertly typed in the keyboard of the laptop. He opened fire as well; and each of the bullets made their mark; hitting their hearts. Uriel then heard the commotion downstairs. And as he did; the files and info of the whole laptop destructed itself. Effectively destroying the operation's branch. And he ran towards the window, as he did, more men jumped in. And he winked, before falling down on the window, freefalling, he whirled in mid air and grabbed hold of his legs, ejecting a thin streak of rope, slowly stopping his fall. As he reached the ground, Uriel kicked the trunk of his car, revealing his trusty H&K UMP. Uriel jumped to his car and drove off, before unloading a full magazine on the vehicles pursuing him. Oh this was fun.
You see, Uriel was no stranger to the Crime Scene. He himself worked undercover and destroyed Russian Mafias. But this was an international Crime Organization. While Uriel was no stranger to eliminating such things and bringing down organizations like that; this was still dangerous. And this is coming from a guy who chased down a guy with a private army pursuing him. A small sigh escaped his lips as he turned to the mirror. He looked rather dashing at the moment. The Russian assailant's masculine beauty was shining. He looked prepared. Too prepared almost. His sleek black blazer grazed his seat, and his eyes had their signature aviators on. And the funny thing is; he wasn't armed to the tooth. He had his Hypodermic needles at his wrists, hidden, and his trusty Glock 34 suppressed. This was a suicide mission for most.
His Lamborghini halted in front of the tall building. And two men came to open the door for him. Uriel stepped out and he smiled. Looking up the building, The two men nodded; they looked like those stereotypical grunts. Seven foot, buffed up and none too smart. But one managed to utter coherent words. "Lady Boss is waiting Mr. She does not like to wait." And Uriel didn't need to be told twice, he simply walked in the building; and suddenly, all the eyes of the mercenaries were trained on him. Even the receptionist. he knew that they knew how evil this place is. And they didn't know one thing; he was here to put an end to it. He kept on walking, and he stepped right in to the elevator.
As the elevator went up, Uriel tapped his foot on the ground. He knew the drill, flirt; get and kill. That's how it was. Kill them after showing a little skin. God, he hated these missions. He was an assassin; a spy; a well educated man. The son of the goddess of wisdom. He didn't have to whore himself with women that he didn't find the very least attractive. Well do-able; but not attractive. And as the thought crossed his mind. The elevator dinged and he was faced with three guys in front of a door, all of them were seated on a chair; and the oldest one; who seemed about thirty just shrugged and spoke. "She's in the room." And Uriel didn't even speak, he simply stepped in the hall and walked to the door, opening it. Oh this was about to get interesting alright.
It was an office; and a woman was standing there. No more than thirty. Gods; it was really alarming how Crime Lords got younger by the days. The woman looked Brazilian. Busty and well defined. And Uriel just smiled, shaking his head and stepping in her sight as she taunted him, waving her index finger; as if motioning him to come forward. Uriel just shrugged his blazer off and placed his hand on her shoulder. They both stepped back, and he placed her by the edge of the table, the Assailant leaned forwards, licking his lips and running his hand through her thigh. And he breathed out "Mmmm... such a bad girl." And the woman giggled. Uriel traced a finger over her face and whispered " You know what I do to bad girls?" His breaths were ragged; it was as if he fell into a sex drive. The woman moaned out and whispered "What?"
"I punish them." Exclaimed Uriel as he bit the bottom of her ear, his hand running through her stomach and waist. She bit her lip and nodded. "Punish me, please. Have I been a very bad girl." And Uriel smirked; "You have been...Do you know why you've been a bad girl?" She shook her head and moaned again, and Uriel leaned in front of her lips before speaking. "You've been selling big guns to bad men." And her eyes widened; in surprise. But it was too late. Uriel Placed his hand on her clavicle, pushing forward, lightly; As his hand made contact; he triggered the cylinder on his right hand. Immediately, the syringe needle on his right hand shot forwards; piercing the poor girl's neck. As he twisted his wrist to alter the trajectory;The hypodermic needle slid into unprotected flesh, its barbed tip trapping itself inside the being's neck. The plunger depressed immediately as the syringe locked into place, forcing out a thick stream of Pit Scorpion and Drakon poison, which Uriel had heavily diluted with his own Nightshade Venom; one of the perks of being an Athena kids was you knew how to make dangerous things. The toxic payload flooded into the high-traffic area in little under two seconds. Even as the pain of the needle would begin to register, Uriel was jerking his hand free, not waiting for the effects of the two powerful toxins to kick in before going on the offensive. Reaching behind the desk with his right hand, grabbing the pen and jabbing it between her eyes. But she fell, her insides already burnt down. The poison was too strong. Uriel shrugged and walked towards her desk, pressing a button on her laptop. Ooh. Turns ou she was already giving him his payment for sleeping with her; Two million dollars. A small smile escaped his lips as he pressed another button, transferring the funds to his own account. Oh he was going to go to Vegas.
But as it happened; the door busted open, and the three guards busted in with their MAC-10's. Opening fire. Uriel ducked down and kicked a chair their direction, as a shield; before unsheathing his suppressed glock and pointing it at them, whilst his free hand expertly typed in the keyboard of the laptop. He opened fire as well; and each of the bullets made their mark; hitting their hearts. Uriel then heard the commotion downstairs. And as he did; the files and info of the whole laptop destructed itself. Effectively destroying the operation's branch. And he ran towards the window, as he did, more men jumped in. And he winked, before falling down on the window, freefalling, he whirled in mid air and grabbed hold of his legs, ejecting a thin streak of rope, slowly stopping his fall. As he reached the ground, Uriel kicked the trunk of his car, revealing his trusty H&K UMP. Uriel jumped to his car and drove off, before unloading a full magazine on the vehicles pursuing him. Oh this was fun.