Magpie and Aislinn

Jax (Pin King)
Maxwell pulled over to the side of the road and flicked the headlights off. He was two blocks away from his target. He stepped out of the driver side door and made his way to the back of the van. He pulled the doors closed behind him and started changing into the midnight black costume that had become almost like a second skin to him. Max was a master of theatrics. Any mook with a gun could kill someone. Magpie put on a performance. Tonight he would prepare his audience.

Magpie sprinted silently through the small wooded area just outside the fence of the gated community. As he approached the tall metal fence he leapt up into the branches of the tree closet to the fence and finding a good launching point propelled himself over the wall. He rolled as he landed spreading the force of the landing across his body. He ran across the perfect lawn towards the base of the building. Magpie stopped when he reached the wall to listen. Footsteps. Two sets. Magpie looked around franticly for a hiding spot but found himself stuck in the open. He set his feet and jumped upward grabbing onto the wall climbing up about twelve feet above the ground. He held his breath a the light of a torch appeared around the corner as two security guards came into view. Magpie would be fine if... damnit he thought to himself as one of the guards glanced upwards.

Magpie let go of the wall and fell feet first into the first guard, slamming him onto the ground. The guards head connected solidly with the concrete. Magpie's right leg swept across the floor tripping up the other guard who went for his radio. Magpie grabbed the baton from the downed guards belt and brought it down heavily on the second guards forehead, sprawling him out on the floor. Magpie took one of the radios and pocketed it. Then turned back towards the building and looked up and began the long climb to the 48th floor.

November 11, 2018

Jax (Pin King)
The Diamond tipped blade moved slowly and smoothly as it carved a circle into the plate glass door of the small balcony. Magpie pulled the small suction cup back pulling the circle of glass free. He placed down gently next to him and reached through the hole for the latch. Keeping his eyes on the door at the far end of the room that while closed allowed the light from the next room to shine through its edges. The latch opened with a click and Magpie slipped into the bedroom. The opulent room was filled with trinkets and baubles and the walls were coated with paintings and photos. Most of them of Magpie's target.

The noises of conversation coming from the next room told magpie that at least three men were in the apartment. Magpie walked over to the bed and knelt down beside it pulling up a hatch in the floor. Perfect just where she said it would be. Magpie looked down at the Sentry Safe SFW2-23. Fire and waterproof and a digital combination lock. Cheap, and something that you won't find in the magazine possessing a fatal flaw. Magpie pulled small metallic spray bottle from his pocket placing the long nozzle against the side of the keypad. A thing Layer of frost appeared around the nozzle as the spray began to freeze the inner workings of the lock. After a few seconds Magpie pulled back the spray bottle and placed his knife at the base of the keypad and slammed it it. The keypad broke away from the safe with a crack. Magpie stopped and listened for a second but hearing the conversation in the room still going continued his work. He pried away at the now exposed locking mechanism until a slight pop signalled he was in. He pulled open revealing a number of files. He pulled them out and quickly flicked through them. Pictures, manifests, order forms and legal documents. Every thing Magpie needed tied up in a little bow. He could leave now and be gone before they knew he was even there. But that wasn't his style. He had one more thing he needed to do.

Magpie slipped the folders into his tunic and walked up to the door. Through the edge of the door he could see into the living room / kitchen. Two men sat at the kitchen bench in black suit jackets, and another older male in a long sleeve white top lay across the couch with a cup of wine. Magpie leant next to the door, reached across and knocked twice. The conversation died and Magpie heard the snap of fingers before two sets of footsteps made there way towards the door. As Magpie drew his knives into his hands he hear the click of two guns safety switches. He breathed in deeply and waited for the door to open.

November 14, 2018

Jax (Pin King)
The door handle turned slowly with a click. The door swung open filling the room with light. The first bodyguard stepped into the room gun first in his outstretched hand. As his wrists cleared the doorway Magpie Lunged forward. Grabbing the mans wrist with his left hand and bringing his right arm up in a smooth motion with three knives held between his fingers. The blades carved across the mans forearm leaving three deep horizontal cuts. The man screamed as his hand went limp and the gun fell from his hand. Magpie pulled with his left hand yanking the man forward into the room and onto Magpie's waiting knives. The blades buried themselves into the mans torso. Magpie pulled his hand back leaving one of the knives imbedded in the guards ribs as he fell to the ground.

The second guard brought his gun up and fired at the doorway. Magpie leapt up and stuck onto the roof as bullets took small chunks out of the wall. He grabbed a small cylindrical canister from his belt, pulled the pin from the top and tossed it through the door. A few seconds later a bright flash filled the room accompanied by a loud bang. Magpie dropped back down to the floor and walked into the living room. The Second guard was kneeling on the floor with one hand covering his ear and his other hand frantically searched the ground for the gun that lay a few inches in front of him. The effects of the flashbang were also being felt by the last male in the room who stumbled around the back of the room trying to find something, anything he could use to protect himself. Magpie knelt in front of the guard who's head turned towards. His partially blinded eyes tried to focus on Magpie and his hand reached up in a futile attempt to strike him. Magpie simply drove the two knives into the soft area just under the mans chin held the blades there for a second, then pulled one blade back out. Leaving one in the guard as he slumped over.

Jax (Pin King)
The elderly male pulled a small ornate vase of a counter and turned swinging it blindly towards his attacker. Magpie caught his hand, pulled the vase from his week grip and stuck him with it. The man fell back onto the floor and crawled backwards until he had his back pressed up against the couch. "Please, I beg of you." Magpie almost laughed. Benjamin Monroe was one of the countries most powerful when it comes to human trafficking and prostitution. He was scum and had been reaping the benefits of his crimes for years. And here he was begging. It would be funny if it wasn't so infuriating.

"You dare to beg for mercy from me?" Magpie Grabbed the man by the throat and lifted up his last knife. Swinging it down towards the man and burying it in the couch cushion inches from the mans eye. "If it were up to me, you would be hanging from you ankles from one of these windows while I burned this whole place to the ground. However... The contract was very clear that you were to survive to pay for what you've done. And you will pay, but first I need you to deliver a message. To all your business partners and friends. To anyone whose ever shared in this wealth built off the backs of your victims. To every Pimp or Slave trader you have conducted business with. Tell them to Run . Tell them that I'm coming for them." Magpie let go of the man and stood back up. He turned and walked towards the door as Monroe began to whimper. Magpie stopped when he saw a fire poker hanging on a hook near the fake fireplace. The contract said alive. Nothing more. "You will deliver this message ." he said as he reached across and picked the poker up. He turned suddenly and grabbed Monroe's hair pulling his head back. He brought the poker down in a long swing smashing into the man's jaw releasing a loud crack as it dislocated. The male fell to the side clutching at his face with both hands. "Of course, you may have to write it down."

Rose | Rhett | Marci
The minutes ticked slowly past as Aislinn tried to keep her eyes open. It had been one hell of a night with all the calls for room service throughout the building and of course she was somehow the only one competent enough to get the job done as quickly and quietly as possible. Her fellow coworkers were either napping in the downstairs breakroom or chatting in small groups throughout the complex. It was far more annoying than the twenty something year old could bother to think on. Instead, she allowed her feet to continue carrying her through the empty hallway toward the elevator only a few strides ahead of her. It was getting late meaning her service was coming to a close. That also meant that she could have a little fun with the filth that resided here in the Lune d’or Condos.

With that pleasurable thought in mind, the young woman boarded the elevator and reached a hand out to push the number 1. Her actions were paused at the sound of gunfire just a couple floors above her own. Staring up at the roof to the lift, she thought it over for a second before pressing the floor number 48. While the lift took its dear sweet time to close and begin the ascend, she was given plenty time to think over who stayed on the floor above. She’d terrorized the bad people within these walls for nearly a year now so when the doors to the elevator opened and she was able to recall whose floor this was, there was no sympathy nor need to check on the man.

He was a disgusting low-life feeding off the enslavement of young people being ripped from their homes and being auctioned off to the highest bidder. However, her stomach churned and a bit of regret for coming up here formed in the pit of her stomach as the sound of a loud bang came from past the entry. She was almost entirely certain that the older man was dead. Such a pity she couldn’t have been the one to do it. Of course, her curiosity was running wild as she stared at the door to enter. All she could think of was figuring out who had done it.

Composing herself as she always had done, the platinum blonde knocked gently once before turning the knob and pressing the door forward inch by inch. Her expectations of the scene were not nearly as lively as what she saw. The old man was the first thing she noticed. His body was on its side writhing in what she assumed to be agony while cautiously closing in. The door into the bedroom was wide open but what truly caught her attention was the slim figure standing perhaps a couple feet away. The pitch black suit covering every inch of skin and the knives that protruded from the two guards were plenty to unmask the mystery.

Not allowing the gleeful feeling to show through, she simply put her hands together and clapped softly. “Well done.” Her voice, though melodic, was mostly void of emotion. Only the small smile on her lips would give away any sign of pleasure from the event. “You do know that I’ll be the one to clean all this up, right?” Letting her hands ease back by her sides, she bent down to stare at the elderly man. Her eyes piercing through his skull and wishing to delve deeper into his thoughts. Sadly, she could only see what was in one’s mind if they were asleep so staring didn’t accomplish much of anything. “Why is he still breathing?” Her tone had shifted slightly to more annoyed now as she stood back up and turned her eyes back on Magpie.

Jax (Pin King)
Magpie tensed as he hear the door open behind him. He spun quickly, two throwing knives appearing in his hands with a flurry of motion, but he stopped when he saw the young lady at the door. She wore the uniform of the staff of the complex. Magpie waited for her to scream, or run or raise the alarm in someway. So he was surprised when she applauded him and spoke calmly and evenly. Magpie slipped the knives back into the hidden sheaves inside his sleaves. "I do apologise for that. If it was possible to do it cleaner then I would have." That was a blatant lie. The point of tonight was to send a message. And the message had to be loud.

"This thing is still alive because my contract demands he be exposed. Cant expose someone when their dead. It would be rather pointless. In a few hours, probably while he's still in hospital a number of folders will find themselves in police stations across the city. Every single thing this scum has done will be dissected and examined. They will know where and when the shipments of girls come in and who to arrest for them." Magpie wasn't sure why he was telling this to a maid, but he got a feeling that she just like him was more than what she appeared. "So if your could refrain from killing him I'd very much appreciate it. Also if you could give me a ten second head start then call the police. When they arrive just tell them I threatened you, I'm sure you can be very convincing." He smile was obscured by his white Kevlar mask but that didn't matter. It had been a good night, and it was about to get better. (edited)

November 15, 2018

Rose | Rhett | Marci
It was of no surprise that the man immediately took the defensive by showing more unsheathed knives being held between his fingers. It was pretty impressive and Aislinn made a mental note of the quick reflexes this person showcased. Once her applause seemed to diffuse some of the tension, she continued on to speak about the reason for the old man’s life being spared. She took another look down at him before sighing softly. It was a very thought out plan and she felt a bit dumb for asking it now that it was explained. “I see...I suppose I could just terrorize him in the hospital, instead.” Her smile stuck as she continued, “of course, he’ll be living a nightmare for the rest of his days thanks to you.” Giving a curt nod to the instruction, she deepened the smile. “I was just about to leave for the night but I have no problem sticking around to make sure this is all taken care of.”

Glancing around the room, she took a closer look at all the nice shit. “I’m sure he won’t miss some of these things, either…” She spoke while moving casually through the condo to a wallet sitting on the counter. “I’m not greedy if you’d like a cut?” Her fingers were already grasped around the folded leather and thumbing through the numerous cards. She became particularly excited by a small wad of hundred dollar bills tucked away in a smaller compartment. “See?” Holding up the money once it was unfolded, she attempted to hand the man a couple of the hundreds. “Take it and get outta here.”

Jax (Pin King)
Magpie looked at the handful of money, then at the girl handing it to him. Something was off about her. She clearly knew about the illegal activities of the snivelling pile on the ground. Was she connected to him in some way? Was she some sort of informant? Was she powered? The last question hung in Magpie's mind for a moment. "Keep it, I'm not exactly short of funds." He then reached into on of his many hidden pockets and handed her a small pager. "If you ever require similar services..." He said gesturing to the room. ".. You can get in contact with me through that. Its old school but it works."

He walked over to the door and glanced out into the hallway and finding it clear stepped out the door after giving a slight bow to the maid. "Au revoir mon Cher." He slipped into the hallway and walked towards the elevator. Magpie stopped when he heard the bell tone announcing a lift arriving down the hall followed by sound of radio chatter. Dammit they got here faster than expected. Must be a silent alarm somewhere. Magpie turned instead to a fire exit and started running down the stairs. He saw two figures near the bottom wearing the uniform of the KCPD. Magpie dropped another flashbang down the void between the stairs and waited a second for the flash to fill the stairwell. Then he dropped down to the ground between the blinded officers. He struck one hard in the face with an open palm then pulled the same arm back and hit the other with his elbow. While they were still stunned from the flash and the strikes he grabbed the Tasers from their belts and fired into both men. He dropped the Tasers and stepped over the unconscious officers following the fire exit to the outside of the building, past the parked police cars, and out of the complex. (edited)

Jax (Pin King)
Magpie pulled out his phone once he reached his van again and dialled a number. "Mary... its done. He won't be an issue anymore. Iv'e returned the payment to your account minus a few expenses. Give it back to the girls. Use it to get them started with new lives." With that Magpie hung up, pulled of his mask, and smiled.

Just as Magpie had said, within the next couple of hours the folders he had pulled from the safe found themselves in the hands of officers all across the city. And in every one an additional item. A fake ID. Interpol Agent Ronnie Kane and scrawled on the back of each card the words. "Come and get me."

November 18, 2018

Rose | Rhett | Marci
At his polite decline, she returned the gesture with a curt nod. “You’re right, thanks.” Her fingers soon pocketed the wallet along with the cash she’d discovered. This took place just as the tall figure handed over a small pager. She took the object and turned it in her hand before looking up at Magpie again. The smile that had been barely noticeable was now stretching a bit more. “Alright.” Running out of pocket space, she settled on holding the small pager and watched as the man took a bow. “Merci, Monsieur.” The words slid off her tongue as the young woman began going back to her rummaging. Before she had the chance to move into the bedroom, the soft ‘ding’ of the elevator made her tense up slightly.

She quickly walked back to the open doorway and peered around the frame to watch Magpie make his escape. After he was gone, her expression morphed into one of confusion and fear as a couple security entered the space. They, of course, attempted to question her but before they could get anything from her, she started to cry. To the naked eye it really looked as though she were upset but truth be told she couldn’t have cared less about the carnage around her.

While the guards and police worked on picking up the pieces of what had taken place, Aislinn managed to slip away from it all. As far as she was concerned this ‘tragedy’ had nothing to do with her and her cover story confirmed it. When asked what the person who’d held her captive looked like, she simply told the officers that the killer was in all black with a mask covering their face. Subtle enough and after a bit of time wasted on gathering more information the police finally gave up and left her alone in the corner of the room. That’s when she chose to make her own escape.

The normally quiet street was lined with police cars, their red and blue flashing lights being particularly obnoxious due to the growing pain behind her forehead, being accompanied by several ambulances. Each one was being loaded up with the stretchers containing bodies. Whether the people in them were still alive, Linn couldn’t see, and frankly, she was trying not to dwell on the darkening thoughts. A bad man was coming to justice, not like that would stop her from torturing the fool in his dreams. The nightmares would continue til the day he died and Linn was willing to be the one to see to it. She was making it her personal goal to watch his mind unravel into insanity. She was going to dig deeper into his psyche and pull out any and all of his deepest darkest secrets. It was her gift, afterall.