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save_themA tip off regarding a collective group of ex cons seemed to spur their own attempt at forming a new wave of local chaos. The client was unknown, but the pay was far more than he anticipated it to be. Though money was the last thing he cared about.
All he needed to know is that they were all compromised of potential problems he wanted to see put in the ground before they flourish. Half were rumored to be former punks that believed and did dirty work for the Joker. Others were confirmed Falcone's men. So what does two polar opposite crime thugs have in common enough to form up? On the outside, nothing.
But the info he obtained from his informant spoke more to it. A disposable unit for Waller, maybe.
Still, the only thing on his mind was taking out the thorns that could compromise the two people he cared most about now in his life.
That's where this building marked for reconstruction comes into play. And already, two suppressed shots were fired out to snuff the lookouts at the front entry way. Through the head, and neck. Clean, and concise.
The click of shoes follow as the darkness reveal the Boogeyman who leaned down into a crouch, patting and securing a keycard from the bodies. They weren't worth much after this, but he couldn't afford eyes on the area just yet. So John hoists them into the garbage bin, where they belong. Shutting it down tight. Ready for pickup from the city dump.
Armed to the teeth with his own guns beneath his suit, this was something he aimed to finish up quickly. The door chimes open..and he makes his way through the hall. Hopefully, unseen. He'll pretend he's here as a man of interest, for now.
All he needed to know is that they were all compromised of potential problems he wanted to see put in the ground before they flourish. Half were rumored to be former punks that believed and did dirty work for the Joker. Others were confirmed Falcone's men. So what does two polar opposite crime thugs have in common enough to form up? On the outside, nothing.
But the info he obtained from his informant spoke more to it. A disposable unit for Waller, maybe.
Still, the only thing on his mind was taking out the thorns that could compromise the two people he cared most about now in his life.
That's where this building marked for reconstruction comes into play. And already, two suppressed shots were fired out to snuff the lookouts at the front entry way. Through the head, and neck. Clean, and concise.
The click of shoes follow as the darkness reveal the Boogeyman who leaned down into a crouch, patting and securing a keycard from the bodies. They weren't worth much after this, but he couldn't afford eyes on the area just yet. So John hoists them into the garbage bin, where they belong. Shutting it down tight. Ready for pickup from the city dump.
Armed to the teeth with his own guns beneath his suit, this was something he aimed to finish up quickly. The door chimes open..and he makes his way through the hall. Hopefully, unseen. He'll pretend he's here as a man of interest, for now.
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Date: 2025-10-28 05:07 am (UTC)Don't we all?
His infrared eyepiece adjusted by itself as he kept pressed to an adjacent wall. Too many figures slinking by before they stopped altogether. It was odd. It wasnโt the Batman, no. He wasn't sure who it was yet, and that was all the more thrilling.
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Date: 2025-10-28 05:22 am (UTC)He's stopped promptly. Just beyond was a group loaded with blood money enthusiast waiting to make a killing in the other room.
A tallish, man carrying an automatic wasn't letting him by easy. He looked skeptical, and the men around him did too.
He questions why John is here, and asks for the ID sent out in the 'invitation'. Invitation? Surprising. He didn't expect them to be thorough. All the more reason to suspect there's a smart mind organizing from the shadows. He has the two keycards from earlier, but he doubts those are what they mean.
"Don't have one."
These words seem to cause a few others to glance with more caution. John wasn't here to be covert. He's here to kill, after all. He wants all of them dead, before this even takes off.
So his answer after? A sharp pull of his pistol, blasting rounds into the mans stomach! Ducking low, using this guys body as cover for the oncoming fire that soon rained his way, returning fire under the mans arm as he lit up one of their faces with brutal pinpointed shots.
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Date: 2025-11-02 06:00 pm (UTC)๐๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ?! ๐๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ...
Well, maybe for now at least.
The men looking around as another fell at their feet.
๐๐ฏ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ? ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ? ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ?
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Date: 2025-11-02 09:16 pm (UTC)The shot even had him instinctively duck, but upon seeing it was taken at one of his hostiles..he takes advantage and fires the remaining round into another chest, head and heart, the moment another shot from afar sent one dead to the ground. The accuracy was perfect.
John grabs one to pull into a knee strike. Aiming a vicious palm slam to the abdomen, then to nose with a sickening crack. The butt of his gun hammered into the others jugular, and with a wrench of his arm, he flipped them onto their back with a slam. A quick shot to the head to finish.
Now rolling behind the adjacent wall to shield himself as he reloaded a magazine. Whomever was taking shots from afar, he can assume is on his side. It could have easily went for him. Still, heโs cautious and tries to make heads or tails of the position while the men are shouting confused and dropping like flies. Trying to call for back up, surely.