A routine beating.
Jimmy was not having a good day.
He was just minding his own business in this pub a mate of his owned, just drinking away his troubles, when all of a sudden two clippers came into the pub guns blazing, they where shouting for him, HIM, like they owned the place. He had tried to make a run but they somehow managed to notice him as he was trying to sneak out and managed to grapple him together. He couldn't understand it.
It didn't make any sense, the apes in the Clippers weren't ballsey enough to just raid a place out of the blue, and they never came round these parts, and Jimmy was pretty sure he hadn't done nothing to earn their attention, recently. So, he was honestly at a loss for words wracking his brain to try and find an excuse for himself or a reason for his arrest. He couldn't find any, so he tried using his famous charm. Though he might have lost a little of it on behalf of his drunkenness.
"I got friends you bastards, friends you can't even imagine!" Jimmy shouted as he was manhandled into a medium sized van the clippers often used for in plainclothes operations. Ok maybe he had lost more than a little of his charisma but to be fair he wasn't in the best in situation at the moment both being drunk and manhandled. The men forced his wrists together and placed a pair of handcuffs on him.
"Look fellas, do you want names? Cause I didn't do nothing, but I might know someone you want!" Jimmy said trying to weasel his way out of this. That apparently wasn't the answer they wanted as one of the men punched him square in the jaw before forcing a gag into his mouth and a bag over his head.
It was a long while in the dark after that. He didn't know where he was going or how long he had been going. It felt like hours in the dark with only the sounds of the van to make him aware of his surroundings.
Then the van stopped, he heard the vans doors open, and he was roughly dragged out of the van by two pairs of hands each holding one of his arms. Once he was pulled out the bag was ripped from over his head, and he was briefly blinded by the light. Before his vision recovered and he began taking in his surroundings. He was in a large, dilapidated warehouse, with two men at his sides holding him down.
He heard a click, and turned his head to look at the van, on the left side a stranger got out of the van, on the other side someone who very distinctly wasn't a stranger got out.
Dreyfus Kindly strolled towards Jimmy like he was the king of the world, he was a tall, muscular, dark haired and blue-eyed man, clean shaven with a perpetual sneer on his face and an air of brutal authority around him as he wore the typical grey and blue uniform of the clippers with a flack armour vest on top of that along with the customary peaked cap on his head. He strolled towards Jimmy uncaring of the glare being sent his way.
"Hello Jim boy how are you doing?" the large man mockingly asked fully aware of how he was doing.
"The hell are you doing Dreyfus thought we had a thing going!" Jimmy shouted at the man in front of him, the hell was going on he thought, he was going to say something else but he was interrupted.
"Indeed, we did Jim, indeed we did, unfortunately the boss wanted you taken in." Dreyfus replied evenly.
"Well so what? Tell that bastard that" he was stopped before he could continue by a punch to the gut from one of the men holding him.
"No Jim, you don't get it, the Boss wanted you taken in." he said with the same even tone he always used.
That threw Jimmy for a loop, and he started to sweat. "The boss? Don't lie to me, she wouldn't touch me. I'm too valuable for her I'm one of her crew!" He shouted as the men around him just stared.
"Don't oversell yourself, you're just a rat I know it you know and she sure as hell know it. First thing you did when my boys caught you started begging for a chance to say names. She can't have that" the man said. That got him worried.
"Look, I'm sorry ok, listen I made a mistake. I'm drunk I'm not in my right mind. Remember I've been good to you and her. If you don't want me that's fine, I'll go you'll never hear from me, and I swear ill never tell a soul." He pleaded trying to convince the man in front of him of his genuineness.
"Sorry Jim afraid I can't do that; you see you'll be spending the rest of your life in this warehouse here." The man said a smile creeping onto his face.
"Hell, you mean?" Jimmy said, his voice etched with confusion and worry.
Dreyfus sneer went wide, and that scared Jimmy more than anything else.
Dreyfus took of his hat and gave it to the man on his left. He then took out a long thick metal baton and began speaking.
"Jimmy, how'd you feel about meeting the Emperor's?"
His eyes widened in terror, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his words caught in his throat. Then he felt something he didn't expect. Anger.
"You son of a bitch, your gonna get what's coming to you, you and that fucking whore. You know she's going to kill you right? Kill your wife, your kids, everyone you love once she's used you up." He shouted at the top of his lungs. The only thing stopping him from attacking him was the handcuffs and the men holding him down.
Dreyfus's sneer stretched wider, but Jimmy could tell he'd gotten to him, before he started speaking again. "Sure Jim, whatever makes you feel better, pissant."
Then the beatings started, and he screamed.
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It took a while for the little bastard to die, Dreyfus Kindly thought.
It was a fairly typical beating. First there was a lot of screaming, cursing and threats. Once those were beaten out of the man he started begging and sobbing like a woman. Then he couldn't even do that anymore and started mewling and quivering like a leaf. Then he was beaten some more and couldn't even do that. Overall, he took it better than a lot of other people that Dreyfus had seen in his position had done kind of respectable to be honest.
He was still a little rat though.
Dreyfus took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his brow with it. Before placing his now bloodstained steel baton on the ground, gave his neck a quick crack, and turning to the man on his left, gestured for his hat back which he got without much fuss.
"Hey uh Kindly." Igor the man to his right said as he pointed to Jim's body. "I think he's still alive." He said and sure enough when Dreyfus returned his gaze he found the wreck twitching on the floor, bloodied and broken but certainly not dead.
"Oh, he is alive." The older man said, looking disinterestedly at the quivering man at his feet, "When the little rat stopped squirming and mewling, I thought that was it." He uttered like he was discussing a particularly boring sporting event.
Dreyfus paused for a second then deciding what to do next, before finally speaking up.
"Frak it." He said before taking out his autopistol and shooting the quivering wreck in the head. Jimmy never quivered again after that.
They were in a hive city nobody cared would care.
The tall man returned his pistol to his pocket and gave his neck a quick crack, before walking forward over the dead man and the pool of his blood. He then turned to his companions and addressed them.
"This never leaves this warehouse, understand?" he waited for them to nod before continuing. "He wasn't arrested by us, he just disappeared. We never saw him, nothing happened we're all on break are we clear?"
They all nodded.
"Good, we'll dump him in one of the lower levels, nobody's going to notice another body, and I doubt any one of his friends will care enough to start looking for him." He spoke.
They all nodded again.
"Now let's get to it lads, we got a rat to dispose of. Thank you, guys, for doing me this favour" Dreyfus said, and he meant it, he then turned to go back into the van.
Stockhouse ought to be happy be happy with this.
"Hey uh Kindly?" Igor said behind him. Dreyfus turned to him then to acknowledge his friend and his question.
"What is it?" he asked quickly.
"You said Emperors, like plural, what'd you mean by that?" Igor asked inquisitively.
Dreyfus paused then, before he answered.
"Eh slip of the tongue on my part, its nothing to worry about." He lied as easily as he breathed. Maybe he'd introduce them at one point. Hopefully they'd accept, if not then. That'd be a real shame.
Igor shrugged his shoulders and prepared to get back into the van.
And that was that.
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Just made this what'd you think? Any critique.
