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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 14, 2012 15:34:11 GMT -5
Though repairs to the lounge were still taking place Oswald was definitely back in business, perhaps not as the high class club owner he prefers to present himself as but certainly as the businessman of the blackmarket those in the know could consider him. Since his release from jail he'd been very busy, first ensuring his goods would be the first into Gotham and making a small fortune on them while demand was still high. Truthfully that hadn't taken him long at all, in the days since then he'd spent his time pouring over every bit of information he'd been forced to miss in his incarceration and a plan had formed.
Contacts were reminded of the various things they owed him for as he hunted down the appropriate information and gathered all the background he could on the target he had selected, along with extending a few business proposals that would ensure the payout was even better and he would have a few very important people in his pocket for years to come.
All Oswald required now was someone to take care of the dirty business. He could have selected someone from his staff but he wanted the job done right the first time and that required a professional. As luck would have it one such professional had been broken out of Blackgate recently. Cobblepot decided to send a message and a car, he'd hate to have to dawdle about waiting for Floyd to make his own way over and it was nice to know when an assassin was in the building rather than sneaking around it.
It was late by the time the driver found Deadshot's current hideout and hammered roughly on the door. There were easy signs for the observant to work out who had sent him, though he didn't wear a tuxedo like Ozzy and some of the lounge staff a thug who's been forced to wear a three piece suit narrowed down the list of employers a lot and really the expensive black car with the personalised plates naming it OSW4 was a dead give away.
The thug just impatiently waited until Floyd showed himself though and handed over the message when he did "Boss wants to see ya" the thug grunted and the note didn't provide much more information 'The car will escort you to the lounge. It will be worth your time - Oswald Cobblepot'. Ozzy kept notes to do with his illegal dealings rather informal and brief usually, all the easier to deny he ever wrote them if they end up in the wrong hands.
The driver had his orders to take Floyd to the lounge and straight to Cobblepot's office where the Penguin would be waiting. He didn't expect any problems in such a simple task but he'd phone ahead if the plan was required to change.
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Post by zach on Mar 14, 2012 21:55:27 GMT -5
Floyd looked at the thug and couldn't help but smirk at the man. "You know the Penguin is shorter." He decided to go ahead and follow the man. It was plain that he was working for the Penguin so if someone wanted to hire him then it was ok.
He went back inside and got his jacket and made it sure that he had his new model arm mounted gun. He came back out and got in the car. "So where are we going?" He had heard somewhere that Penguin had some kind of lounge....... Iceberg wasn't it? He didn't care all that much he just wanted to get the job done. Provided he had a job. And hopefully that was why Penguin was sending this guy to pick him up.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 17, 2012 19:19:52 GMT -5
The thug just stared at Floyd while he was smirking. It was hard not to notice that the Penguin was short but luckily the thug had no intention of relaying that comment to Mr. Cobblepot, as he quite rightly assumed his boss wouldn't enjoy to have to pointed out and found amusing. The thug seems to lack the sense of humour to laugh anyway and just leads on to the car. He even opens the door for Lawton but less politely slams it closed as soon as the man's inside and doesn't say a word as he starts driving.
"Iceberg Lounge. To see the boss" he gruffly replied. He didn't see why he had to pick up this guy, he could kill someone. He didn't see why the boss needed a professional in the first place, he didn't even think Floyd looked that though. Luckily glaring at everything seemed to be his default expression and he'd been with the Penguin long enough to do as he was told. The drive as a result is a far cry from taking a cab with a chatty driver.
Oswald caught the car's return on the surveillance cameras from the comfort of his office the moment it arrived and selected the appropriate file before watching the thug lead Deadshot in the back and finally to his office "Send them in" he buzzed ahead to his secretary outside before she could even ask.
He flicked the button to lower the wall that hid his feed from the cameras and rose from his chair for a proper greeting as the thug opened the door for Floyd and stood by the door looking just as grumpy as ever.
"Mr Lawton, welcome good sir. I believe I have a proposition you might be interested in" Oswald said politely, stood behind his desk as he gestured to the free chair on the other side of it.
Oswald enjoyed the finer things in life and his office showed it. His desk and chair were huge and expensive. The walls were panelled wood with a couple of hidden doors, one to his birds, one just as an escape route though naturally neither were visible now. He had works of art and a couple of small statues and large windows with a view that presumably would be nice but in anticipation of the visit he'd had the blinds drawn.
He waved the thug to get out of the doorway and stand in a corner out the way as he sat down and gave Floyd an obviously judging look "The question of course is whether I believe you have the skills required for such an important endeavour. Are you indeed still a gentleman for hire worthy of world renown or has the jail time had the unfortunate effect of dampening ones reflexes?"
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Post by zach on Mar 17, 2012 21:11:18 GMT -5
Floyd looked at the shot stocky man and frowned at the comment he made about his skills. "There is no way that I could loose my skills." He said defensively. "If you want me to prove it I would be more then happy too." He said.
He felt that this guy enjoyed the finer things in life alittle too much. But that also meant that he had money. And he needed some of that. He glared at the man. "What do you have in mind?" He asked wanting to get straight to the point He didn't like hanging out in a seat that someone else picked out for him. He felt exposed. After all if he were setting someone up for a hit this is what he would do. He let his eyes drift around the room. Taking it all in. He wanted to know where any cover was.......... For if things get rough.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 19, 2012 19:18:42 GMT -5
Oswald noted the defensiveness. Good, at least the man might now be out to prove himself though Ozzy wasn't exactly convinced he knew enough about Floyd to find him and everything said he was good. Well if he failed Oswald supposed he'd just have to find someone better to finish the job.
At least Floyd seemed to be alert and paying attention to his surroundings. Oswald picked up the file and slid it across the desk for Deadshot to take as he went over the rough details "Senator Harold Owens. Troublesome man with a tendency to squawk a little too loudly. Wife, kids, mistress, expensive home, expensive car, surprisingly closed to bribery" Oswald checked just to be thorough, though not directly. No loss, the man was annoying and his rather vocal support for the P.R.O.T.E.C.T. fiasco until it was shut down ruffled more than just Oswald's feathers so he would be more than happy to see the man dead.
"I want to replace him but first he has to go, which is where you come in my delightful fellow" Harold dies, Oswald quietly helps a new senator to power, Oswald has a powerful man forever in his debt, a man he fully intends to use to fulfil the dreams of a few other people who will then owe him forever. It's win win win win really.
The file of course held only details about Harold, it did quite a thorough job of listing his homes, family, vehicles, employees both at home and work, details of his job and whatever bits of scheduled they could piece together along with a lot of pictures.
"How you arrange for it to happen I don't care, get yourself a little fame if you want but I want people to know he's departed within at least a week of you completing the job, so no mysterious disappearances that never end and my name doesn't enter into any of this, even if you fail and are captured. Understood?" It wasn't the first time Oswald had hired an assassin, he'd learned to specify if he wanted someone to die of seemingly natural causes, or to simply vanish. This time he didn't care so long as people found out the senator was dead.
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Post by zach on Mar 19, 2012 22:13:28 GMT -5
Floyd looked through the file as Oswald talked. "So you want him dead and you want everyone to know about it?" He put the file down and stroked his chin.
"I can do that. But only if you pay me." He said. "I can get him killed and everyone will hear about it." He said. He knew enough about this senator to know how to find him and kill him. He didn't have a rifle but he had him wrist mounted gun. Which he was wearing at the time. So he knew one way he could get him.
"So again how much money?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 21, 2012 17:24:37 GMT -5
Oswald just smirks for a moment. He'd yet to meet an assassin who worked for free and he's not sure he'd want to hire one who did. Better to employ those who do it for the money than those who might give the target a sporting chance for the fun of it. He doesn't care for puzzles, tests, over complicated death traps or any way out, if he wants someone dead then he just wants them dead. Of course by habit at no point did he say Deadshot should kill anyone, he'd trained himself to be careful with his words but the message was clear enough certainly.
Deadshot's confidence was reassuring, in some it might be worryingly cocky but for Floyd it seemed to work. Oswald still considered how little he could get away with paying the man though. He wanted a high quality professional, he'd set aside a tidy little sum but he would rather not use it all unless he had to "Seventy thousand dollars. You many have ten up front for travel, equipment, expenses and such but the rest you may collect when the job is finished" if he fails of course Oswald will be getting his money back one way or the other.
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Post by zach on Mar 21, 2012 20:14:30 GMT -5
Floyd simply sat in the chair for a few seconds staring Cobblepot square in the face. Then he finally said. "Fine...... So you don't care where or how so long as its known within the week?" Floyd leaned forward in his seat as he said that.
He was already thinking about how he could do it. One was simply walking up and shooting him. But that wouldn't be nearly good enough. Then he talk about sniping the senator. Which was closer to his style. Then he thought about.......... Yes that is what he would do. Its truly the way he would. Plus he could leave his mark .The bullet casing with D.S on it.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 23, 2012 15:18:31 GMT -5
Oswald was smiling, the satisfaction of holding the key to life and death over once measly little senator was delightfully satisfying. Particularly when he had twice that amount stored away incase some bargaining was in order. He nodded once to Floyd "That is correct" he said before leaning back in his chair to open a cabinet on his desk and unlock the safe he'd had built inside.
He took out a small stack of money and closed the safe up again before sliding the cash across the desk towards Deadshot "Ten now. When his death has been announced you may return here for the rest. You may keep the file and my employee shall show you out if you have no further questions?" he gestured to the thug in the corner who was just waiting to escort Floyd out of the building and leave him to go kill people.
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Post by zach on Mar 25, 2012 21:17:59 GMT -5
Deadshot looked at the stack of money and lifted it up off the desk and looked through it. It was all real.
"Ok........" He said and then thought. "I'll do it...... All anyone will know is that Deadshot killed him." He said finally. He leaned forward and looked Cobblepot dead in the eye. "Anything else I should know?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 27, 2012 12:41:59 GMT -5
Oswald knew an attempt to intimidate when he saw one, he might not be able to do the look so well himself but so many thought he was easy to scare. Much like those before him Deadshot's stare was met with Oswald's before he raised an eyebrow as if to silently question why Floyd was even trying.
He kept the stare for a few seconds before he made a shooing motion with his hand to send Deadshot on his way "That's all, go and earn your money. Impress me and perhaps I may have more use for you one day" for now he was clearly being dismissed and the thug in the corner takes the hint to open the door for Floyd.
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Post by zach on Mar 27, 2012 20:49:03 GMT -5
Deadshot held his stare alittle longer. Then he let a smile cross his face. "Pleasure doing business with you." He said. Then he looked at the thug that escorted him in. "If you don't mind.... I'll walk myself out." He said.
Then he stood up and walked out of the room and walked down the stairs and towards the door. Then he walked out with all the ways he could finish the job. Ohhhhhh he had some good ideas.
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