Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 3:49:50 GMT -5
The coroner continued to hum a happy tune as he walked casually back and forth between slabs, taking notes as he stood over the bodies set on them. He was completely oblivious to the fact that one of the world’s most dangerous men had just slipped in through a nearby window. Deathstroke quickly glanced around the room. There were computers, filing cabinets, stray papers scattered out across a couple of desks... The information he was looking for could be anywhere, and the fact that this so-called professional was actually a messy slob would lead to much more work. The corner shifted over to one of his computers, dropping into his office chair as he did so. Slade’s gaze remained fixated on the monitor as a name came into view. ‘Fontaine’.
In an instant, Slade was on the coroner, slamming him headfirst into his keyboard. He pulled the man up by his bald head, which now had a trickle of blood running down the bridge of his nose. The coroner tried to let out a cry for help, but again, his head was slammed down forcefully onto his desk, this time shattering a coffee mug causing porcelain shards to dig into his face. He tried to speak, but Slade moved around and grasped him around the throat, squeezing tightly.
“If you scream, I’ll cut your tongue out.”
“Who the hell are you?!? W-What do you want from me?”
“Everything you have on the Fontaine murder.”
The coroner’s glance shifted uncomfortably to the floor.
“Start talking. Now.”
“You don’t understand. This runs a lot deeper than you think. They’ll kill me if I say a word!”
Slade whipped out his silenced pistol, pressing the barrel against the man’s sweating forehead.
“I’ll kill you if you don’t say a word...”
The coroner gulped.
“... But I’ll do it slow.”
With lightning fast speed, the gun was now pointed at the coroner’s kneecap. Slade quickly placed a hand over the struggling man’s mouth and pulled the trigger. The muffled screams of the coroner were far too quiet for any officers upstairs to hear.
“Now, Fontaine.”
Slade removed his hand from the man’s mouth. The coroner rolled over to the filing cabinet on his chair, whimpering. He opened the cabinet and flicked through a series of files until he got to a rather large one. After removing it from the cabinet, he slammed it down onto the desk and he grasped his leg with his other hand, wincing in pain.
“T-They told me to shred everything, I was going to do it tonight.”
Deathstroke picked up the file, flicking through it. This was what he needed.
“I’m glad you didn’t. This is what I came for.”
The coroner smiled, still obviously in pain from the bullet wound in his leg, but happy to be alive.
“So you’ll let me go, right? You got what you came for?”
Slade chuckled.
“If only it were that easy.”
“What do you mean?”
The assassin raised his pistol once again, this time pointing directly at the coroner’s head.
“No witnesses.”
The coroner’s face contorted into an expression of horror.
“PLEASE! I’M NOT EVEN INVOLVED IN THIS, YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO!”
“Save your breath.”
Slade’s finger slid onto the trigger.
“It’s nothing personal...”
Deathstroke pulled the trigger.
“Just business.”
In an instant, Slade was on the coroner, slamming him headfirst into his keyboard. He pulled the man up by his bald head, which now had a trickle of blood running down the bridge of his nose. The coroner tried to let out a cry for help, but again, his head was slammed down forcefully onto his desk, this time shattering a coffee mug causing porcelain shards to dig into his face. He tried to speak, but Slade moved around and grasped him around the throat, squeezing tightly.
“If you scream, I’ll cut your tongue out.”
“Who the hell are you?!? W-What do you want from me?”
“Everything you have on the Fontaine murder.”
The coroner’s glance shifted uncomfortably to the floor.
“Start talking. Now.”
“You don’t understand. This runs a lot deeper than you think. They’ll kill me if I say a word!”
Slade whipped out his silenced pistol, pressing the barrel against the man’s sweating forehead.
“I’ll kill you if you don’t say a word...”
The coroner gulped.
“... But I’ll do it slow.”
With lightning fast speed, the gun was now pointed at the coroner’s kneecap. Slade quickly placed a hand over the struggling man’s mouth and pulled the trigger. The muffled screams of the coroner were far too quiet for any officers upstairs to hear.
“Now, Fontaine.”
Slade removed his hand from the man’s mouth. The coroner rolled over to the filing cabinet on his chair, whimpering. He opened the cabinet and flicked through a series of files until he got to a rather large one. After removing it from the cabinet, he slammed it down onto the desk and he grasped his leg with his other hand, wincing in pain.
“T-They told me to shred everything, I was going to do it tonight.”
Deathstroke picked up the file, flicking through it. This was what he needed.
“I’m glad you didn’t. This is what I came for.”
The coroner smiled, still obviously in pain from the bullet wound in his leg, but happy to be alive.
“So you’ll let me go, right? You got what you came for?”
Slade chuckled.
“If only it were that easy.”
“What do you mean?”
The assassin raised his pistol once again, this time pointing directly at the coroner’s head.
“No witnesses.”
The coroner’s face contorted into an expression of horror.
“PLEASE! I’M NOT EVEN INVOLVED IN THIS, YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO!”
“Save your breath.”
Slade’s finger slid onto the trigger.
“It’s nothing personal...”
Deathstroke pulled the trigger.
“Just business.”