Trust the Fuckhead

[Guest]

The music blared out of the sleek, black limousine that pulled up with such style before the giant palace of vice and sin. Sunglasses hid his eyes from view and not because he could find some woman. The fact it was night made no difference to him. Call it intrigue if you really wanted something. With his usual black coat shrouding his form, he was without a shirt per usual as his dark hair spiked upwards at the air. How it managed to do that without gel baffled scientists to this day. Whatever. Fuck 'em.

Pushing his own door open, he merely raised an eyebrow to the man who stood there as if he had fumbled, a rather amused smirk spreading across his lips as a chuckle escaped him. Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, the secret mob boss walked rather leisurely into his home, his base of operations. The ocean from which he would spread his work, his... creed. Chaos breeds interest. Interest meant no boredom. Nodding to the doormen that tensed at his approach, they knew better than to be obvious about anything. "Easy now boys, relax. Just saddle up and smile." He muttered as he could practically taste the sweat on their brow on his tongue, his relaxed stance quite contrary to the tension that followed in his wake.

Soft classical music wafted from the direction of the restaurant, removing his sunglasses before sliding them into a pocket as he observed his palace. Yes.. He was the happy little king of this farce. Thats right, saddle up and smile as you slip a grenade into their pocket. Fuckers. Every last one of them. The false smiles, the sneers, the lies spread with such sincerity. Ahh.... it was delicious. But! Work had to be done. Humming brightly to himself, a woman walked up dressed in business casual, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her head. "Excuse me sir. There are quite a few things that are waiting on your desk and the-"

"-the weasel is lying in its cage. Yes, I was told on the drive over. Thank you Cate. Now kindly get the fuck out of my face." He spoke to her with such a warm smile, inwardly snickering at how she squirmed and clicked away on her heels. Nice ass that one. Meh, she was probably still hopeful. What a fool. All these distractions, now lets see..... His feet carried him over to the elevators between the billiard rooms and a lovely lounge area. It was sort of like a hotel in the way it was laid out all pretty. You had to have pretty set-ups. They were the mob after all.

Upon the elevators arrival, he stepped inside and nodded to the couple that stepped out. Now THAT was a happy looking man. Natasha didn't look so bad herself either. That girl could twirl.... Smirking to himself at a memory, his grey eyes noticed how hers had trailed after him for a moment, offering one slight wave of his hand. Looking up at the camera very discreetly hidden in the corner, it was practically a little speck and few realized it was even there. Stepping up to the doors, his hand reached for a spot upon it and pressed a few spaces in a certain order before stepping back while cracking his neck. Mmm... plenty of pops there... God that felt good. Maybe he should get his back cracked. Meh, whatever. He had time.

The elevator continued down further than it said, typical movie fashion in all honesty. Only so much one could do about that. Seriously, this was like he was going into some hidden government facility that was cut off from the world, had more security keeping it tight than a virgins twat, and held more secrets than the Tower of London. Switching to whistling, he stepped through a couple of rooms that scanned for weapons of all sorts (yes even biological), gases, you name it. And each room had a passcode that changed every... oh.. five hours. Oh, and like a proper movie facility, it had a fingerprint scanner, retina, and voice. So what if he was a little paranoid, it was worth it. Fuck everyone else, he didn't trust a soul.

Now that all that hassle was done, he strode down the halls towards his office where he suspected he might end up having a meeting. Someone always wanted something, and he was the person to get it from. Touching the door handle, he felt the familiar prick as it took a sample of his blood before unlocking it. Yes, he was paranoid. Stepping inside, he yawned and observed the vid to the left upon the wall of the two brats sitting in their happy little cell. Aw fuck the baby was crying again. Fuckin' kids... Seemed like the older one was trying to comfort his brother. How fucking sweet. Rolling his eyes, he fixed his rolled up sleeves, making sure they stayed at about 3/4 length upon his arm.

Plopping uncerimoniously into his chair, he kicked his feet up onto the desk as he pulled some of the files and papers towards him. Oh paperwork, how he hated thee... But it had to be done. Picking up a tiny remote, he clicked a couple of buttons and music began to play, filling up the emptiness of the room. Now all he needed was some booze and a cig, then he'd be set. Ah but all good things in time.

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience sat the bar of the Ilium Casino restaurant, sipping on a glass of their finest red wine. Her hair was down, brushing her shoulders. She was wearing a small silver choker that complemented the silver belt that looped around the waist of her black strapless dress. Her silver stilettos tapped against the side of the bar stool as she sipped quietly. She combed the patrons of the restaurant with her eyes as she finished her wine. She slid the glass back towards the bartender, standing. She felt a tension slide across the employees of the casino and she smiled ever so faintly. Daddy was home. She watched as Takatori walked coolly through the entrance of the casino. She felt her tongue dart out across her lips. He was quite a piece of work, that one. Turning back to the bar, she raised an eyebrow, waiting until the bartender hurried over to her. “Gin & tonic, please. For the boss.” The bartender nodded, his eyes wide in fear. He knew that he had to get the drink right. As he moved to make the drink, Patience reached into her purse. She felt her fingers wrap around the pack of cigarettes. Perfect. Whenever she was in the casino, she was always prepared. The bartender handed the drink over and with a nary a glance, she took it.

She walked calmly through the main level to the elevators. She entered an empty elevator, calmly following a similar sequence that Takatori had done just moments before. She found the security parameters a bit over the top, but what Takatori wanted, Takatori got. She went through the sequences over and over again, her mind already on what lay at the end of the hallway. She walked through the open doorway, noting the music playing in the background. The corner of her lip twitched upwards as she came to stand behind Takatori's chair. She placed the glass of gin & tonic down on the desk in front of him, pulling out the pack of cigarettes with her other hand. She held it gently between two fingers, holding it in front of Takatori. What could she say? Patience knew what her boss liked. She was leaning forward, well aware he could turn and look down her dress. She almost hoped that she would. She glanced upwards to the tv and saw the two children on it. Her eyes flared for a split second. They needed to be taken care of. But that was for later. It was important to please the boss first. And Patience was nothing if not a people-pleaser. She kept quiet, waiting for Takatori to speak to her first.

[Guest]

As the a random song from Repo! The Genetic Opera blared around him, it was rather calming since it filled in the insanity that he couldn't act upon right now. At least... not yet. Work before play, and pulling a person apart was certainly play. He had sensed the movement at the door before him, appearing rather relaxed even though he had mentally readied himself to stab them in the throat. But as he glanced up with his eye, he saw that it was merely Patience. Ahh... what a lovely specimen of woman. Yet she was a snake that one. Oh he could see it in her eyes. A predator knew when another predator was around and man.... She was one helluva beast. Not that he minded that. She had her uses as did everyone, even that alka.. alka... Oh whatever the fuck it was called. Her voodoo shit. Kept the kids in check which he certainly didn't mind.

And then his good eye focused upon the glass now sitting there upon his desk, on top of a coaster like a good girl. From the looks it was a bonafide g&t. Excellent. It was good to be the king of this macabre enterprise that he loved so dearly. Lowering the papers that had hid his face relatively from view, a grin spread across his face as he saw the cigarettes she had. Hmm... But did they have any... extra chemicals or something within them? Or even that lovely drink she so kindly brought for him. His single eye was rather piercing as it considered her, managing to resist staring into those lovely girls. Why yes darlings, you were gorgeous, but not the main attraction to this show. No... this woman before him.

"I trust you haven't decided that the throne is ripe for the taking as of yet eh? Miss Vinrouge?" He chuckled as he took the pack of cig's gently from between those slender, long fingers of hers. Mm, she really was one fine specimen of woman. Reaching into a desk, he whipped out a q-tip and flicked his wrist which sent it into the beverage before him, touching it into a panel within his desk. A pleasant womans voice spoke, "Clean." And then he allowed himself to relax. "Heh, you know I'm just fuckin' with ya." He murmured as he slid a cancer stick between his lips, a lighter coming out of a pocket and into his hands. Lighting up, he breathed in that crude smoke and felt all that chittering begin to dissipate. Mmm..... that was just the ticket. A sip of his drink soon followed, the cigarette continuing to hang from between his lips. Oh good, this bartender knew what the hell he was doing. Ralph had been a little.... lacking. He could still recall his scream... Tilting his head slightly, he stared off distantly before straightening up as his feet lowered to the floor. A good day indeed.

Adjusting his eyepatch with a hand, his right eye bore into her though not quite by intention. He was simply... intense. "So. The little shits. First, how fare they? Has the one recovered from that cigarette burn I gave him a few days ago?
Oh right, the ass in the other room. Upon further consideration, he decided he'd take care of that matter personally since she should probably tend to the brats. So he gestured towards one of the chairs in front of his desk, puffing on that cancer stick before switching to his drink. Ah.... vice. How could the world do without it?

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience just smiled faintly in silence as Takatori tested the drink. No point in answering him. She knew that he didn't trust her. She didn't really trust him either. Dangerous people never trusted. They only used. And right now, she didn't mind Takatori using her. She was using him too. It was a game the two of them were playing. A game that Patience loved to play. Sure, Takatori was on top right now. Not that Patience minded. She liked being on the bottom sometimes. And on top. And every other which way.

Her eyes sparkled slightly as she moved around the desk to sit, a frown crossing her face as he mentioned the cigarette burn on one of the children. She regained her composure as she slid into the seat, gently crossing her legs. She leaned back watching as he took long drags on the cigarette. A disgusting habit to be sure. But to each their own. She spoke quietly, “They fare as best can be considered. The burn is healing up.” She glanced down momentarily at her hands, noting the seven rings spread across her ten fingers. They glimmered in the light of the room and internally, she smiled. Excellent taste, as always. She then returned her attention back to Takatori. “In order to ensure good faith, it would be an idea for the children to appear well cared for.” Hah, that was a laugh. Good faith, from Takatori? Nevertheless, the children needed to be kept in better conditions, preferably far from where they could annoy Takatori. And some days he was easily annoyed.

[Guest]

Takatori wasn't dumb, he knew she hated how he sometimes treated those kids. For a power hungry snake, it seemed some part of her blood was still warm. Though with the amount of men that she continuously brought in, it was a wonder if it wasn't. Musta been filled with some OTHER sort of warm bodily liquid... ANYWAYS, enough thoughts of sex. Oh yeah, he should probably take a gander at the third floor, see how business was doing. Any new faces. There were always new faces.

Nodding at her answer, he took a nice drag as his finger currently resting upon the arm of his hand twitched. Itching... god gotta get that scratching to stop. He had to do the guy soon. "Excellent." Glancing at where she was looking, he saw the sparkle of her many rings. To each their own. He bet those would suck in a fist fight. Then again, would she even punch.. Scratch that, he knew better than to ponder that. Though it did raise a question, where was Dr. Simmons or Ten? Ah right! Work.

Sliding a folder towards her, he realized she had been speaking more about the children. "Yeah yeah, I know. This is why I don't go visit them often. Though it is rather entertaining to see the foxes face when he see's the pups." He always called Elastor the fox. Maybe it was his red hair, he didn't fuckin' know. "In any case, more work for you. I need a shakedown of the location disclosed in that file. Someone's been trying to start trafficking in our turf and I won't have it. So! Do your voodoo that you do so well, and get me more information. Note that you aren't the only team working on this. Figured you'd at least appreciate first dibs though. Oh, and once you have what you need, do as you see fit to them. With our normal discretion of course." Chuckling, he leaned back in his chair and sipped at his drink quite contentedly. Yes, he figured she'd appreciate getting assigned the job. Her little warm-blooded secret.

Putting out his cig in the simple black ashtray sitting there upon his desk, he ran a hand through his naturally spiky hair. The storm was on the move, things would be set into motion soon. He had to make sure that things would continue to run smoothly despite the tsunami that would come crashing down. He just had to bide his time until the real fun could begin. Downing his glass, he felt the familiar rush that followed it now craving something a bit... harder. Maybe he should watch the Professional again. Ah, but once again he wasn't focusing on the task at hand, turning his steely gray eye back upon the lovely lady before him.

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience mentally rolled her eyes. It really was all about entertainment for Takatori more than anything. Still, soon enough she would get those children out of the dreary cell where they were being kept. From what she'd heard of Elastor Ito, she had a feeling that he wasn't going to enjoy his nephews being under Takatori's “care.” And while she didn't fear the Royal Guard, she did know the power of leniency. Treat the children well, the less chance you had of dying later. And she knew it was only a matter of time before Ito snapped and came after Takatori. Patience wasn't planning on going down when he did.

She picked up the file he slid to her and flipped it open. She skimmed through the pages of information, detailing how a specialty bookstore was a front for something much darker. Her eyes narrowed as she read further. Trafficking young girls for brides and worse to filthy old men? Fiends. At the end of the file was a group of paper-clipped photos. She placed the folder back, leaving the photos in her hand. She removed the clip and shifted through them slowly. All of them, disgusting men. There seemed to be four that ran the bookstore. Two definitely appeared to be lackeys, while the other two appeared to looked higher in the ranks. A balding man with a disgusting sneer on his face, had the looks of the leader of this. But not the leader.

She looked back up at Takatori with an eyebrow raised, tossing the pictures on top of the file. “They'll be easy enough to scrub out. But they're bottom rung by the looks of it. Except that one,” she murmured, waving a couple fingers towards the picture she had left on top. “What do we want to know? Anything and everything, or are we searching for a specific answer?” Her light blue eyes stared coolly into Takatori's grey one, focused on the task at hand. Already she was planning on the best way to gather her supplies for the deed and more importantly, how she was going to make those pathetic men squeal.

[Guest]

His fingers twitched again as the chittering resumed and by god it was SO. FREAKING. ANNOYING. It was time, he had to do that guy now. No patience, he had to wait for Patience. Heh. As she began to show a reaction to the file in front of her, it snatched up his attention immediately. The things that people clearly disdained, the things that they held so dear.... It was such a fascinating game, and for now... he was sated. He still had to give Dr. Simmons his files, as well as Ten. Oh... and there was that new recruit... He supposed he should meet her and figure out something for her to do as well. Ugh.

Spinning himself in his chair a bit, he cracked his back, each subtle pop delicious in the rush it sent to his brain. Leaning fully into his comfy comfy chair, he pulled out another cig from the pack of smokes and lit up. Impatience was starting to kick in again. He realized he had lowered the volume of his music for when they were speaking, but they weren't-- Patience was looking at him. Apparently they were still talking. Folding his hands on top of his desk, he sat forward ever so slightly, not even bothering to look at the bastards photo's. He knew what they looked like already. "They are small, but they aren't stupid. I have a few suspicions as to the real culprit here, but I just need some... trimming of the fat so to speak. Thats where you come in. I already know the other four locations they are set up at, and I already know who is there. What I need, is the big man. But!" He held up a finger and then pointed it at her as he licked his lips. Ohhhhh he knew this would be fun to tear them down. "I want to hear everything from them. They'll sing an aria for you methinks. And well.. confirmation is always good." He smirked, suddenly turning away from her and up towards the brats on the screen. They had calmed down and were currently eating, both seeming rather content for the moment. Excellent.

Pushing himself up from his chair, he scratched his forehead a little, very faintly feeling the tattoo that was there above his right eye. "Alright, I gotta guy sitting down in holding that needs a reminder of how things work. You have what you need, go get shit done." His smirk widened as he picked up the various files on his desk, knowing full well that he'd need some light reading while waiting for this pipsqueak to regain consciousness every so often. And well, he couldn't very well give anyone their files if he didn't have them! Puffing on his cig, he tapped the excess ash off on the ashtray, his eye resting calmly upon Patience. Let her go and have her own fun.

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience stood slowly, bending over the desk as she gathered the paperwork and pictures back into the file. Snapping it shut, she straightened up, smiling faintly. “Oh, they'll sing beautifully. If they don't...” She shrugged her right shoulder with the faintest chuckle. She knew they would sing, but it wouldn't be pretty. Which meant that she could have her way with them. But not the way they hoped she would. She nodded in farewell to Takatori, moving out of his office. He had his own agenda, of course. Some poor fool had gotten on Takatori's bad side. Funny how that seemed to happen oh... all the time.

Patience turned away from the hallway that would lead out to the elevators, going instead towards the holding cells. She could hear whimpering from a few of the cells, but only one in particular interested her at this moment. She arrived at the door, facing the small metal plaque on the wall next to it. It slid open, a retinal scanner sliding out. She blinked a few times and then moved her head forward, feeling the tiny sensation of the scanner. The retinal scanner drew away, a fingerprint scanner moving forward. She placed her right pointer finger on it. Once again, she passed that security measures. The metal door slid open and she entered the holding cell, her expression softening just a little bit.

Empty plates sat to one side and the older of the two boys was wrapping his arms protectively around his younger brother. Ah, he was smart, that one. ...Kitaro. Yes, and the younger one was Kenta. She moved forward slowly, kneeling a few feet from them. She had been to visit them a few times before and it seemed that the young one remembered she had been kind in her previous visits. He smiled at her. Kitaro however, remained quiet. She could see the fading of the burn on his arm. He was a tough one to crack, for sure. Reaching into her bag, she spoke quietly. “Hello, boys. I know it's scary right now, but I promise I'll try to make it better.” Kitaro looked straight at her, “Are you going to let us go home?”

Patience shook her head with a tiny sigh. “I'm afraid I can't do that. I will try to take you to a nicer place though.” Taking her hand out of her bag, she pulled forth her recent purchases. There were two small stuffed animals, a bear and a rabbit. She set them close to the boys but did not try to hand them over. She then stood. As she turned to leave, she saw Kenta reach for the animals out of the corner of her eye. Good. Happy children meant quiet children. And quiet children meant they didn't bother Takatori. She left the cell and heard the door shut with behind her. She then moved back towards the elevators. She would keep her promise to the boys about taking care of them. She wasn't sure if Kenta would remember, but she knew that when the time came, Kitaro would remember. Definitely a smart child. But for now, she had something bigger to handle. Or smaller, rather. She allowed herself a cruel smile as the elevator moved upwards to the main level of the casino. She could already envision her new poppets. Oh, what fun this was going to be!

[EXIT THREAD]

[Guest]

Holding. It was a place happened by Patience before she would disappear herself out of the place. And out pops Simmons, rather, he was always around, just not at Holding or the office, but at his own spot. Merely overlooked as he indulged on his hobbies. Namely legs draped on the couch, head against a cushion strategically placed, and an open magazine of Cosmo, was being brushed optically. He was in fact in the lounge which was just next to Takatori's office. The Doctor's laziness exceeded him vastly to a point, he had not a fiber to move an inch.

It was a time where he hadn't bothered with surgical gloves, but retained his cap and mask, as always. His face a mystery even to the Men in White, but that's because he prefers to wear it all the time. Things are often unsanitary, that, and it looks mysterious. Or so it goes. Though he needed to filter his mind as he recalls a particular event which was what few had fazed him.

~Different Holding earlier~

A hapless soul by the name of Dick Richardson was in holding for quite a while. A captive of the past that had ratted out the Men in White, yet Simmons was the only one gracious enough to meet him. Banter was exchanged between the two, on how the wife is coming along, and if Dick was going to be fine or not. He was an aged man in his 50's, losing hair, overweight, and in a suit. But it was a vagueness Simmons does not recall, only one particular segment is burnt into his memories that his quest continues as to remove it... most vigorously...

"Look Doc, I have a way outta here, you just gotta delete the video tapes! Loop it or something!" Begs Richardson from behind the bars.

"You know I can't do that, Richardson. A shame too, I ever so looked forward to your requests of making money." Replies Simmons in his sarcastic tone. It was not demeaning as much as it was a jest.

"But you gotta do this ONE THING FOR ME! I have a bank in Esparia worth fifty million Cenz! IT'S ALL YOURS. ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS TO LET ME OUT." He snaps back, bewildered, begging.

The doctor took a quick glance to his side with his weary eyes, before inclining his view back to the captive, "I suppose even if I did let you go out, how do you figure to bribe the guards, bypass the passcodes, retinal scan, and get away without being tracked down by boss man? The guards aren't gracious exactly..."

"I have a key."

"Oh... where did you get that?"

"I paid money for it to the guards."

"Usually... your possessions would be stripped, especially your cash... from where did you get the greens?"

"That's not important..."

"I do insist."

"I had sex with the guard."

"..."

And so leaves Simmons despite grievances of his presence in the chamber.

~Present time~

Yep, something that managed to faze a medical examiner as to require the good blessed powers of Cosmo magazine to filter and clean the mind with some brain soap. Relax, and forget that this ever happened. Perhaps in a bit, MAYBE after a good extra minute or two, he would head over to the meeting. Just a bit more time would help, perhaps more. Maybe after time is up for his relaxation, he can do some overtime. Yeah, just maybe.

[Guest]

Despite her bending over and those lovely girls... why hello again... He still did not look at them. No, he knew far better than to fall into that trap. Besides, her sharp blue eyes were rather captivating. Her chuckle caused a smirk to rise to his lips, nodding to her before his expression became rather neutral. If not.... contained. Hold it in... Soon enough he'd get to tear the man apart. JUST. HOLD. IT. God he wanted to punch the wall. Breathing deep of that delicious death, he did at least observe her leaving the room. Not all views should be wasted. That was his philosophy upon the matter. He could look at her all he wanted to anyways. And she had said to ask for anything.... Now now, that was a trap and he knew it.

Whistling as he turned his music off, he briefly glanced towards the brats as the clicking heels retreated down the hallway, holding the files in his hands before pulling out his cellphone at the moment. Huh. A text. Narrowing his eyes at the number, he knew it all too well and so he did check it. If not a little begrudgingly. A date, a time, and a location. Oh excellent, since he knew the people he had won this round of Clue. A rather dark rumbling grew within his chest before he walked out of his office and closed the door, stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

Turning down the hallway, he noticed that the lounge door was open and glanced inside, raising an eyebrow as he observed the doc laying there chill as you fucking please. His eyebrow twitched in the slightest. Are you fucking serious. Whatever, at least he was close by. His footsteps were unexpectedly quiet upon the floor as his towering form stepped into the room, cigarette still dangling from between his lips. "Oi oi, doesn't someone looking fuckin' comfortable." He muttered. "So sorry to interrupt, but got a quick job for you. But it can wait a couple of minutes till free times over."

Casting his eye about, he picked up a nearby chair and turned it around, sitting with his belly towards the back of the chair, his long legs extending from either side. He knew how the doctor disliked work interfering with his freetime. "Good work on the Kingsly job by the way." He murmured thoughtfully, puffing on his cig away from the doc's general direction. Now that would just be plain rude. Pfft. Whatever. Placing one of the files between his stomach and the chair, he glanced over the file for Dr. Simmons one more time, narrowing his eyes at the contents once more. Yeah... he hoped the doc wouldn't mind this one so much. Ugh, chittering needed to STOP.

[Guest]

BUMP

[Guest]

The delight of the cosmo magazine filled the length of time spent with Simmons. He enjoyed the magazine very much so, that he read upon it further more, upon tips unsuited for himself, but were fascinating and intriguing nonetheless. It has nothing to do with the medical work he hates doing mostly because it is tedious and bothersome. An annoying hassle.

Though what peace he had was broken as a shadow of a giant cast over the Doctor's form, inclining his gaze towards the cyclops with lethargic lack of enthusiasm, but that was such the reception he always gave off, and it was a natural thing as well.

"So sorry to interrupt, but got a quick job for you. But it can wait a couple of minutes till free times over."

Oh dreary him, there is always a job around for the Doc. Is there not a day past by that he does not have to work? Alas, this is his position as a Lieutenant. A hassle really, and he wishes there was maybe some henchmen for him to use to do all the jobs for him.

"Free time is over, might as well get this over with. How troublesome... " He snaps the Cosmo magazine to a close, sitting upright on the lounging chair, "So boss, where do you want me?"

That was all he asked, not for more details, nothing more than location.

"Good work on the Kingsly job by the way."

Ah Kingsly, another troublesome matter to deal with. How dreadful. It only invited a nod from Simmons, from that remark. Perhaps an acknowledgement? Or was that a yes? Who knows?

[Guest]

With a resounding fwip the magazine was closed, which made Takatori glance up to the doctors rather deadpan stare. Ah the good doctor.... Always straight to the point. See, that was what he liked about his lieutenant. No nonsense. Though he was sure it was because the doctor looked forward to work about as much as someone looks forward to getting their fingernails ripped off. Meh, he'd have to deal.

Taking another puff on his fag, he cracked his neck while he passed Dr. Simmons his file, gray eye boring into his skull. "Ho-kay, so, got some boshtets who think they can go dealin' drugs to the kiddies. These drugs do some nasty shit, I think someones experimenting on our turf. I don't like that. Don't even get a greeting. One issue, someone is someone importants kid or something. I think you catch my drift. Take 'em all down, clean as a whistle. No traces, same ol. Same ol. Everything you needs in the file." He explained, taking the cig from his mouth and waving it about a bit for emphasis on what he was saying.

Pushing himself up from his chair, he slid it back to where it had been before, the last file getting tucked between his arm and his body. "Figured you might appreciate taking out these assholes." And with that, the tall man smirked and turned to leave, giving a rather lazy salute to the man behind him. If he had any questions, he knew how to reach him. But this was Dr. Simmons! He doubted that he'd ask. Stuffing his free hand in his pocket, he proceeded to whistle while walking down the hall, his eye twitching as that goddamned chittering was practically roaring in his ears. Fucking fuck, fuck it in the FUCK! Had to do that man NOW. Picking up the pace, he took longer steps as he continued on to the "Dungeon" as some called it. Others, "Torture Wing." He didn't give a fuck what it was called, people were held there, and he did what he wanted without disturbances.

The door slid open as he placed his finger against the pad, muttering the passcode, his looming form towering over the seated man in the middle of the room. A black cloth bag was over his head, perking up to the sound of someone arriving. "Oh don't look so excited, I know you've been dying to see me." He chuckled to himself and placed the files down on the table to the right of the door, his gray eye glancing over the instruments lined up on the other tables that lined the wall and rounded the corner. Fwik. The door had closed. "Well, shall we get to business then?" Pulling on a pair of blue gloves, he grinned maliciously, the soft whimpers easing his mind. Ah.... let the fun begin!

[Guest]

The good doctor received the file inquisitively, throwing aside the Cosmo magazine, he inspects the contents now laid bare before him. Well this was a refreshing assignment to Simmons, most certainly. Perhaps for once a chance to remedy what is unrighteous? Perhaps a speck of a chance to do some good with some use of evil as far as he inferred? Not looking at the fact his boss isn't exactly the whitest of pearls in the goodness scale...

"Ho-kay, so, got some boshtets who think they can go dealin' drugs to the kiddies. These drugs do some nasty shit, I think someones experimenting on our turf. I don't like that. Don't even get a greeting. One issue, someone is someone importants kid or something. I think you catch my drift. Take 'em all down, clean as a whistle. No traces, same ol. Same ol. Everything you needs in the file."

Simmons nodded, so it was a completely disappear act. He can manage with that, definitely manage with these important stooge types. They can be rather... arrogant, and lax in their defenses.

"Understood boss, consider it being done." Was all he replies, snapping the file to a close.

Simmons made his way out of the lounge, how bothersome. Work once again, and never a moment's rest. Why not for once he gets a job that involves getting a vacation? Or perhaps even have a package where he can get all the magazine subscriptions without having to pay through his salary?

Ah well, in the end, at least the Men in White have a great dental plan. And those go by in a long shot, dental healthiness can be worth going into slavery for, for a great teeth means a great package assured, or some stuff like that.

"Figured you might appreciate taking out these assholes."

Pushing off the seat of his that defines relaxation incarnate, the good doctor trailed behind Taka... no wait, Takatori. He hates being called Taka for some odd reason, recalling that a man made a mistake of calling him that, and as a result, Takatori had... taken that man's jaws off. It was gruesome, in the sense that the one to have to do a surgery on that man was none other than Simmons. Ah well, he was paid for it anyways.

He divorced from Takatori's path and went off his own merry way to the elevator, and off to do his assignment. Get his stuff from his footlocker on the way to the elevator, and off he goes to murder someone horribly, dispose of their bodies, and commit another Sin, and for what? He doesn't know, but perhaps he'll find some answer in his life.

Perhaps Takatori is indulging in one of his visits to the harem? Oh wait no, Simmons could have sworn the boss went to the holdings... well, what difference does it make to the boss? He enjoys either of those things, or maybe he is doing BOTH at the same time? Bah, not any of Simmons's business.

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It was about a half hour later when the screams coming from holding cell 37 finally stopped. Or at least paused. Takatori stripped off the long rubber gloves that covered up to his forearm, staring at the handiwork that was in front of him. God damn he was an artist!! He had given him a rather.... interesting face lift that made his blood positively sing. And at last, his mind had quieted. The chitterings had stopped. Sated for the moment.

"You see? Its not all so bad. You just are missing your fingernails, your skin is now adjusted to a more flattering style, and you lost a section of your finger. Really, thats not so fucking bad, is it?" He smirked, lighting up a cigarette as he stared at the still-conscious man. Drugs were truly a wonderful thing when administered correctly. Wide awake, yet you feel everything. Can't fall asleep either. GLORIOUS! The ball gag had come in handy after all. He really should thank.. Vanessa! Yes, Vanessa for the suggestion. What a twisted girl she was. Heh. Maybe he should call her up tonight.

Glancing to the clock over him, he sighed lightly and turned away, blood still dripping from his apron. Removing that and his mask for now, he set them down with great care, glancing to the staple gun that was still lying there on the table. "So now you remember the rules when you decide to start dealing with me." Turning back to face him, he pressed a specific spot upon the dark panel on the wall near the door, calling someone to take care of this lovely fellow. "Don't fuck with me." And with that, he left the holding cell, the door locking behind him.

Whistling a rather merry tune to himself, he felt like some Beethoven right about now, or maybe Mozart. Though, given the work he had left to do, he might be a bit light. Ah well, he'd figure out something before dinner. For he was ravenous (in more ways than one).

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