Post by ventrioquist on Aug 22, 2011 23:11:24 GMT -5
Thursday,May 24th
(13:02)
Location: A Warehouse Dock in Bludhaven
It was time. It was time to return to Gotham. For five long months. For five long months, the Ventriloquist and Scarface had been banished from the city. Banished from the city because of one Edward Nigma and his new found love, Dr. Nina Stenet. Traveling from city to city across the East Coast, the Ventriloquist and Scarface had attempted to re-build a small criminal empire and reform a stabilized gang of thieves that would help them mastermind their plots to hit it rich again. To hit it rich again.
But first, there was a matter to be dealt with first. That matter was the game of vengeance. Their were a few names that topped that list. Three to be exact. Each of those names had proven to active with some type of Meta-Human power; whether it be the ability to control plant life, a gift to manipulate molecules in the air, or a keen sharp intellect --- each one would be difficult to overcome…unless they were able to organize a mob or family large enough to take down the trio.
But, something had happened during their recruiting process. No one had wanted to join, because of a sullied reputation. No one wanted to join! That would have to change. That would have to change so that the criminals of Gotham, Bludhaven, Metropolis, Key City, and anywhere else would be falling over themselves to work with them.
That is why the Ventriloquist and Mr. Scarface sat on the edge of this downtrodden warehouse dock in one of the filthiest districts of Bludhaven. Bludhaven of course, being the sister city to Gotham, and eventual home to Nightwing. Flanking him were two mooks. Jim and Joe. Two mooks who stood over 6 feet tall, weighed 190 lbs and carried two large, and I mean very large Ak-47 assault rifles.
The Ventriloquist was armed as well. Correction. Make that Scarface, for this meeting you would have to be an idiot not to carry some type of weapon. The mannequin rested on the tense forearm of the puppet master. Very much on edge, in It’s hand was a miniature tommy-gun.
“Do---Do—Do you think h---h—he’ll show?”
“He g’etter! With da amo-unt of money we dangled on da hook? Dis will be pur-fect. Takin' down da Manta, think of wat dat would do for our image?! On land dis sucker shoul' be a chump."
“Y—y—es I agree Mister Scarface. You’re always thinking one step ahead of the game.”
“It took ye dat long to figure this out? Dat’s why Ah’m da g’rains g’ehind dis operation!”
There was a satisfied chuckle coming from the Ventriloquist. The time of the day was a little after 1AM. The police of Bludhaven were busy dealing with gangs and trying themselves not to get killed.
The Black Manta would soon arrive. Then the chess game will begin.
(The Dock. Only imagine it at night.)
(13:02)
Location: A Warehouse Dock in Bludhaven
It was time. It was time to return to Gotham. For five long months. For five long months, the Ventriloquist and Scarface had been banished from the city. Banished from the city because of one Edward Nigma and his new found love, Dr. Nina Stenet. Traveling from city to city across the East Coast, the Ventriloquist and Scarface had attempted to re-build a small criminal empire and reform a stabilized gang of thieves that would help them mastermind their plots to hit it rich again. To hit it rich again.
But first, there was a matter to be dealt with first. That matter was the game of vengeance. Their were a few names that topped that list. Three to be exact. Each of those names had proven to active with some type of Meta-Human power; whether it be the ability to control plant life, a gift to manipulate molecules in the air, or a keen sharp intellect --- each one would be difficult to overcome…unless they were able to organize a mob or family large enough to take down the trio.
But, something had happened during their recruiting process. No one had wanted to join, because of a sullied reputation. No one wanted to join! That would have to change. That would have to change so that the criminals of Gotham, Bludhaven, Metropolis, Key City, and anywhere else would be falling over themselves to work with them.
That is why the Ventriloquist and Mr. Scarface sat on the edge of this downtrodden warehouse dock in one of the filthiest districts of Bludhaven. Bludhaven of course, being the sister city to Gotham, and eventual home to Nightwing. Flanking him were two mooks. Jim and Joe. Two mooks who stood over 6 feet tall, weighed 190 lbs and carried two large, and I mean very large Ak-47 assault rifles.
The Ventriloquist was armed as well. Correction. Make that Scarface, for this meeting you would have to be an idiot not to carry some type of weapon. The mannequin rested on the tense forearm of the puppet master. Very much on edge, in It’s hand was a miniature tommy-gun.
“Do---Do—Do you think h---h—he’ll show?”
“He g’etter! With da amo-unt of money we dangled on da hook? Dis will be pur-fect. Takin' down da Manta, think of wat dat would do for our image?! On land dis sucker shoul' be a chump."
“Y—y—es I agree Mister Scarface. You’re always thinking one step ahead of the game.”
“It took ye dat long to figure this out? Dat’s why Ah’m da g’rains g’ehind dis operation!”
There was a satisfied chuckle coming from the Ventriloquist. The time of the day was a little after 1AM. The police of Bludhaven were busy dealing with gangs and trying themselves not to get killed.
The Black Manta would soon arrive. Then the chess game will begin.
(The Dock. Only imagine it at night.)