Scotty Rave
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With his three team-mates now in the car, Lionman turned on the ignition. As the Phantom purred into life and rolled away down the dark London streets, he spoke to them.
“Okay, that could have gone better,†he said, “but we all know who to blame for that. I want everyone to stay sharp about that American. I have a horrible feeling he’s going to keep getting in the way. Anyway, back to business. Noir said that Diodorus is operating out of The Russian Coat, a casino in Camden Town. Anybody know of it?â€
Benjamin Noir staggered up the hospital steps, clutching his broken hand. His pudgy, unfit build caused him to lose his breath quickly. By the time he reached the top, he was panting like a dog. As he dragged himself into the reception area, he realised he was the only one there, apart from the woman on duty. Noir made his way to the desk.
“Yes, how can I help you?†she asked. Noir sheepishly raised his mangled hand, and the receptionist raised a handgun with a silencer attached. Noir stepped back, his eyes and mouth wide.
“Mr. Diodorus told us all to kill you if you screwed up, Benny,†she said coldly, “and it looks like you screwed it up big time. Suck lead.â€
Six consecutive ‘BANGS’ followed. Noir slumped to the floor, his head and chest a bloody mess. The receptionist smirked and called for a cleaner. One who was also in with the gang. She then picked up a phone and dialled a certain number.
“Mr. D?†she spoke into it. “This is Deidre S. I’m just calling to let you know…your uncle’s tumour was successfully removed.â€
A low, growling, “Excelleeeeeent,†was heard on the other end, before hanging up.
“Okay, that could have gone better,†he said, “but we all know who to blame for that. I want everyone to stay sharp about that American. I have a horrible feeling he’s going to keep getting in the way. Anyway, back to business. Noir said that Diodorus is operating out of The Russian Coat, a casino in Camden Town. Anybody know of it?â€
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Benjamin Noir staggered up the hospital steps, clutching his broken hand. His pudgy, unfit build caused him to lose his breath quickly. By the time he reached the top, he was panting like a dog. As he dragged himself into the reception area, he realised he was the only one there, apart from the woman on duty. Noir made his way to the desk.
“Yes, how can I help you?†she asked. Noir sheepishly raised his mangled hand, and the receptionist raised a handgun with a silencer attached. Noir stepped back, his eyes and mouth wide.
“Mr. Diodorus told us all to kill you if you screwed up, Benny,†she said coldly, “and it looks like you screwed it up big time. Suck lead.â€
Six consecutive ‘BANGS’ followed. Noir slumped to the floor, his head and chest a bloody mess. The receptionist smirked and called for a cleaner. One who was also in with the gang. She then picked up a phone and dialled a certain number.
“Mr. D?†she spoke into it. “This is Deidre S. I’m just calling to let you know…your uncle’s tumour was successfully removed.â€
A low, growling, “Excelleeeeeent,†was heard on the other end, before hanging up.