Location: Seattle Slums, Drug den
Time: Friday evening
POV: Montgomery Fiske
It was a strange experience, walking alongside Stoppable. Here he was, my greatest enemy, and yet for once I felt no hostility towards him. His pet rodent eyed me suspiciously from time to time, with good reason, but the Buffoon himself kept himself neutral whenever his gaze passed over me. For some reason, I'd felt more unsettled by that than I had from the open hostility. The enemy I had known was loud, wordy and cowardly to a fault. Yet this Ronald Stoppable was anything but. It was almost as if removing that girl that had always been at his side from him had forced him to adapt, and rapidly. It was an interesting line of thought to consider, but that would have to wait for now as we arrived at the building the elf had informed us about.
Stoppable approached the figure guarding the entrance, an Orc, and tried to talk his way into the place. He was shortly rebuffed, unsurprisingly given that his personality was still extremely grating even given the amount of calm he possessed right now compared to pretty much everyone from our world. As I came up, the guard looked to me with exasperation clearly written on his face. "Look, no matter how much you guys want to get in there and get wired, you need to pay the fee. 50 Nuyen per person." I looked at Stoppable, who seemed about as impatient as I probably looked at the moment.
Taking that as a signal of sorts, I decided to try my hand at convincing the ruffian to stand aside. Of course, I was going to take the direct route. Letting a bit of power suffuse my fists with a reddish glow, I smiled at the punk. "My good man, I know you have your obligations to collect a toll from us, but I believe it would be in your best interests to vacate the premises immediately. If not, I cannot guarantee that your organs will remain intact from the beating you will receive for refusing, not mentioning the subsequent one you will inevitably get for dirtying my coat with your blood," The sod blanched at that, and my smile widened, "Do I make myself clear?" The thug mutely nodded, before dropping his weapon and running off.
Taking that as a cue, Stoppable opened the door to the building. The inside of the room we walked in to held thirteen people. Twelve of them seemed to be on the drugs the elf had talked about, if the completely vacant stares were any indication. The remaining person was a dwarf, whom Ron had elected to talk to while I was busy observing the area. My train of thought was cut off by the sound of the buffoon's fist shattering the thug's nose, followed by swift chops to the neck and kidney before he finished off with a kick to the sternum that sent the ganger across the rooms.
In response, I heard the clamor of movement in the room next to this one. So much for subtlety, it seemed.
After taking a moment to collect ourselves, the two of us rushed through the next door. Power coursed through my fingertips as I confronted an orc that had the gall to try and pull a gun on me. My empowered fists first broke his ribs completely, before rupturing his intestines in two swift blows, finished by a punch that utterly crushed the thug's windpipe, sending a small spray of blood onto my arm as my opponent died. I looked to the side to watch as Stoppable broke his enemy's right leg with a brutal kick, putting the human he was facing out of commission.
The two of us turned to face the remaining gang member, another human with some weird looking metal in his head, but it seemed our little display had rendered him to a gibbering mass. The buffoon and I exchanged glances, before he went off into the next room, and I confronted the human. I gabbed him by his collar, putting him face to face with me. "Whatever you've done to the people there, stop it now. Make sure that it doesn't continue, to boot. Got it?" The thug, pale as a sheet gibbered for a little bit, before looking back to my bloodstained arm, and making a loud gulping noise. "Yes, got it."
After that, I let him go. He fiddled around with some technical apparatus in the corner of the room before running out screaming. The door next to me clicked, heralding the return of Stoppable. After taking a few seconds to consider the hardware the human had been fiddling with, I grabbed the nearest blunt object and made sure that our job destroying the den was thoroughly completed.
As the two of us left, passing the confused expressions of twelve confused junkies, I couldn't help but smile.
Today had been a good day.
We returned to the base, only to find Shego and the buffoon's friend had beaten us there. They talked about a rather uneventful run, where they managed to get all of the marked cargo without any strain due to a freak stroke of luck. Apparently one of the guards had seen something in the opposite direction, and led his companion to check it out. By the time they had returned the two of them had made out with all of the goods.
Result: Two runs completed Rewards: 4500 Nuyen (2000+2500), 4 Karma for everyone.
A/N You guys are extremely killy, but I'm pretty sure you knew that. Thus, missions to wreck shit are pretty easy.