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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 0:05:06 GMT -5
Malcolm Fontaine took the first step towards avenging his father – he hired Slade Wilson with the majority of his inheritance and they came up with a plan. Right after the two parted ways at the docks, Malcolm made the phone call to the blatantly corrupt police officer to arrange a meeting. Leo Motley, the first officer at the scene of the crime, accepted this meeting as Malcolm said he would like to make a deal. Obviously when you’re a corrupt police officer and a multi-millionaire gets on the phone to you about a “deal”, you won’t exactly turn down the opportunity.
One of the obvious terms Malcolm made on the phone was for him to come alone, but that should be a given considering going to make a “deal” with someone when wearing a badge is usually frowned upon. The meeting spot is the rooftop of one of Fontaine Enterprises’ restaurants, a 4-star establishment in a neighborhood filled with lowlifes. Also a very popular target for attempted robberies and heists – but almost nobody gets away with it due to the high-end security system covering every room inside the place.
The time is ten in the evening; the night is cool and the city as lively as usual – which is never a good thing in a place like Bludhaven. The sounds of sirens is heard every twenty or so minutes, the criminals are having a blast tonight – Leo Motley doesn’t care, all he cares about is the potential money he’s about to make. The officer of five years makes his way through the restaurant, dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt, obviously off-duty for the night. He approaches the back door where a security guard is stood, says a few words to him before the guard opens up the door and allows him inside.
On the rooftop, alone – Malcolm Fontaine stands with a lit cigarette in his mouth as he stares out to the city, which is lit up like a Christmas tree. From this point of view, you would think it was just any normal city. But in reality, the contents of the city are corruption and danger lurking around every corner. Malcolm’s heard stories about Gotham being even worse, he doesn’t even want to imagine. This city is filthy enough as it is, just thinking there’s something worse out there disgusts him.
The sound of the door to the rooftop opening causes Malcolm to turn around to see his invited guest – Leo Motley – closing the door behind him and joining him on the rooftop. It’s just the two of them, no guards around and no other cops and it’s the only part of the building that isn’t under surveillance. They’re able to do this whole deal in peace. “Glad you could turn up, Leo.” Fontaine says as he waves his arm to direct the attention to a small table with a seat on each side. “Take a seat, let’s talk.”
“So uh, you said somethin’ ‘bout a deal?” Leo says in his slightly gruff voice, sitting down on the opposite chair from Malcolm right after him. With a nod of the head, the young inherited multi-millionaire responds. “Yes, a deal.” He strokes his jaw a little bit. “You know, Leo…my father, he was a great man. He was one of the few people in this city that wasn’t corrupt or a common criminal. He could have made a change to this city, that’s why I’m doing what I feel he would have wanted. Washing this city clean and making it a better place.”
“I can’t say I did know him…but what does this have to do with anything? I’m sorry for your loss n’ all, but there isn’t anythin’ I can do to bring him back.” A nod of the head, Malcolm responds. “I know, I know…the reason I brought you here is because I want to offer more than what you’re already being paid.” Leo looks nervous and has an expression of feigned confusion. “Don’t give me that look, Leo. I’m not stupid; I know what the police are like in this city. They don’t care about justice – they just want results. I can make you a very rich man…all I need is information.”
“...What do you want to know?” Those six words are all Malcolm needed to hear to bring a smirk to his face – he has him right where he wants him. Just that short sentence alone has proven that Malcolm knows what he’s talking about – Leo is just as bad as the rest of them. “There ya go, Leo. That’s the spirit.” Running his tongue across his lips, Malcolm’s hand falls beneath the table and rests on his thigh, he tilts his head and tells Leo what he wants to hear. “I want to know who killed my father. That’s all. I’ll pay to a ton of money, but I need an answer. Who paid you off that night? Who wanted you to keep your mouth shut?”
Motley is sweating now, there’s no way out of this, he has to give answers or he needs to lie…either way, Malcolm knows just what is going on, so he can’t weasel his way out of this one. “This ain’t the kinda thing you want to mess around with, kid. These guys will kill you and whatever is left that you care about.” A much more straight and serious expression shows on Motley’s face as he finishes. “Just friendly advice…these guys aren’t messin’ around.”
“I’M not messing around, Leo.” The son of the murder victim says in a direct and assertive tone, grinding his teeth together as he’s obviously not happy with being messed around. “I want answers. You don’t need to worry about me – you’re getting paid. Who are the guys you’re talking about? I’m not going to ask again.” Malcolm’s palms are placed firmly on the table as he glares directly at the off-duty officer. Leo raises his hands to try and calm him down a little bit, responding in a shaky voice. “A-Alright, alright. I just thought I should say before you got into this mess.”
“They call themselves The United Front, very underground. You’ll almost never see the guys doing anything on the streets…so I know they probably weren’t the guys behind your dad’s death.” Biting his lip a bit, Leo is still nervous; he says a few more words. “Unless they were paid to do the hit…I don’t really have much more to tell ya. All I can say is, they’re the ones who paid me to keep quiet. Two-thousand in cash, I couldn’t turn it down.” Raising his hand to his face, Malcolm wipes his palm across it and holds his jaw lightly as he grits his teeth, obviously displeased with what he just heard. Malcolm’s hand drifts up his leg, resting on his pocket.
“You…hid information from me. About my father’s murder…for two grand?” Letting out an audible sigh, he shakes his head left-to-right. “What’s that? A month’s wage? You make me sick, Leo.” The grieving son stands up from the table, turning his back to Leo Motley, taking a few steps away and looking down at the ground at his feet. “It just doesn’t add up…it’s like you cops enjoy being corrupted wastes of life. You could have arrested the guys paying you off right on the spot…but instead, you took the cash with a smile and followed their damn orders.” Turning around to face Leo, who is sweating like a pig at this point, Malcolm shows a small smirk. “Two grand. Just…remarkable.”
“Hey, kid, I know I may look like a piece of trash for this whole thing…but I’ve got mouths to feed and a roof to keep over my family’s head. I dunno if you’ve seen the prices of housing these days, but it ain’t cheap. Law department wage just doesn’t cut it – anyway, you brought me here to get information. You got it. You said you’d pay more, that was the deal. I gave you what you wanted.” Leo stands up, shifting to the side a little bit to be in line of sight from Fontaine. “It doesn’t have to be much more, hell, I’ll take another two grand and be happy.”
“You call yourself a cop.” Malcolm lets his arms hang at his sides, his hand just a few inches from his pocket – which at this point shows that it has something large in it. “H-Hey…what are you doin’? We had a deal…I didn’t want any part in this, you brought me here.” Looking off to the side, letting thoughts run through his head, Malcolm thinks about the information he’s just been given – The United Front. They sound familiar; maybe he’s done business with them in the past? Maybe, it’s possible. Regardless, it’s obvious that this Leo Motley character has told Malcolm what he needs to hear. Things just aren’t that simple, though.
“Do you know what I do, Leo?” Malcolm says, his hand resting on the opening of his pocket. “Yeah…you took your dads job, right?” Nodding, rather impressed by the fact Leo actually knows that – he keeps a straight face, however. “Yeah, but that’s not what I’m asking…do you know what I do outside of that?” Silence fills the air, Leo has heard the stories about the crime underbelly. He knows all about Malcolm, him and the rest of the Bludhaven police department…however, he hasn’t told any of them he’s doing business with one of the criminals making their rise. “I’m a cop, kid…I know all about you.”
A warm yet unsettling smile spreads across the lips of the self-proclaimed revolutionary man, he lets out a small chuckle. “Funny. That’s good, Leo.” He chuckles a little bit more, Leo joining in slightly out of nerves. “So, you know how I feel about people like you, then? Cops who let themselves get paid off and just turn this city into a worse place than it already is?” He laughs some more as Leo slightly nods a few times. “Even knowing this…you were stupid enough to come here? That’s hilarious.” Leo’s eyes dart towards the door where he came from – how long does he have to get out of here with his life? Two seconds, maybe. He knows Malcolm is armed – he can see that handle sticking out of his pocket…what can he do?
“Alright…kid…we can talk about thi-” Malcolm draws his firearm, revealing it to be some form of a handgun with a suppressor on the end of it – he points it toward the off-duty officer. In the short second or two after the weapon draw, Leo’s eyes grow wide in terror, he parts his lips as if he’s ready to yell out…but it’s too late. Pulling his index finger back on the trigger, the bullet flies out of the gun at the speed of light, penetrating the chest of Motley, exiting out of the back. Leo grabs at his chest, not even being able to get a final word out before he stumbles back, tripping on the edge of the roof and falling over it.
As the smoke from the end of the pistol clears, Malcolm watches as the corrupt officer disappears, he closes his eyes and listens closely for the inevitable sound that follows – then he did. The sound of a thud on the ground in the alleyway below is heard. Motley’s death is certain. Sliding the silenced pistol back into his pocket, Malcolm feels as though a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. He got the information, he wiped another piece of corruption from this city and he has a lead – all without having to pay a single dime. The United Front, who are they?
The chairman of Fontaine Enterprises reaches into his sports jacket pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lighter, he pops the pack open and pulls out one of the ten cigarettes inside. After sliding the pack back into his jacket, he places the cigarette in his mouth and rolls his finger over the top of the lighter to set the end of the cigarette alight. He inhales, moving it away from his mouth and allowing the smoke to spray from his lips.
His concentration is broken by the sound of the door to the roof opening up, causing him to turn around to see who it is - it’s one of his many loyal henchmen, who looks around to see where Malcolm’s guest is, finding that he’s not there. “Uh, boss…? Where’s the cop?” A little bit of a laugh, Malcolm inhales again, ejecting the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out some more smoke. “In the alley. I took care of him…you’ll be getting a bonus tonight. Go get rid of the bullet, but leave the body…people will get even more suspicious if he goes missing. A dead cop is nothing out of the ordinary in this city…but a missing one is.” Following his orders, the henchman leaves quietly – this meeting went rather bad, but Fontaine knew what he was getting himself into when he made the phone call, so he’s not too surprised.
He stares out to the city, just as before this whole thing took place – the sounds of Bludhaven beginning to sound like a broken record. Yelling, sirens, occasional gunfire…just the same thing over and over. To Malcolm, and probably to any of the citizens of Bludhaven – this city is a disgrace. But at least now, in his mind, it’s just a little bit cleaner with the removal of some of that corruption. Only one step left before the pieces can start being put together. "I hope Slade has just as much luck as I did..."
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