Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2014 20:41:30 GMT -5
"So, ya think we can get that son of a bitch to confess?"
Two officers stood in the alleyway behind the Blüdhaven Police Department, enjoying their evening break. Coffee and donuts. Typical. The first officer, a thin, gaunt looking man with dark hair took a sip of his coffee and shrugged.
"Eh, it might take a little work, but I think I'll be able to convince him."
The other cop, a shorter, heavier man with a grey moustache let out a chuckle, spitting donut crumbs all over the concrete.
"Ha! Ya gonna whack 'em upside the head with a phonebook or somethin'?"
"Nah, that's the oldest cliché in the book. I'm thinkin' we just break a few fingers. We'll tell the judge it happened in lock up after a scuffle with another perp. It'll be kept nice and quiet."
"Do ya think he actually did it?"
The thinner officer grinned.
"Who cares?"
Both men began to bellow with laughter that echoed through the alleyway right up to the rooftops. Slade lowered his night vision binoculars and spat on the ground in disgust. The stories were true, it seemed. Cops in Blüdhaven were just as dirty as the local mobs and thugs. The assassin strapped his binoculars back onto his belt and pulled his mask up over his head. He had a job to do.
"Let's get back inside, I'm itchin' with anticipation."
"Just lemme finish this donu-"
A metal hook penetrated the wall next to the officers, causing shards of brick to fall onto the concrete flooring of the alley. A thick cord attached to the hook extended up into the dark above, as the officers glanced back and forth between the hook and the cord. A whirring sound grew louder and louder as the two men peered into the darkness.
"The hell is that?"
CRACK. The fat cop dropped to the ground unconscious after his face met the bottom of a heavy boot. The thinner cop scrambled for his gun, but in an instant, the sickening crack of metal against flesh rang out. The officer, like his partner, collapsed in an unconscious heap as Slade retracted his bo staff. He wanted to keep things strictly non-lethal on this job, as a dead cop would be bad for both him and his employer... But these two could wake up at any time. It was a risk he couldn't take.
The first cop was easy to carry, but the second could've done with losing a few pounds. Slade lifted the larger man into the dumpster and rolled him over next to his fellow cop. They had to be in the dumpster first. It'd minimise the spatter. He reached down to his belt and removed a silenced pistol from its holster. In a split second, two quiet shots ensured the two cops wouldn't get back up. Maybe it was needless bloodshed, but the cops were a risk. Perhaps things would be better if Slade stayed non-lethal from here on. A large body count was bad for business when the job was a simple retrieval.
The assassin glanced down at a faint light emanating from a small, rectangular window. The morgue. This was where he needed to go to retrieve information about Malcolm Fontaine's father. He heard footsteps from inside and humming from inside. Most likely the coroner. If only he knew what was coming his way, maybe he wouldn't feel so content right now. Deathstroke knelt down and opened the window, silently sliding inside, ever closer to his objective.
Two officers stood in the alleyway behind the Blüdhaven Police Department, enjoying their evening break. Coffee and donuts. Typical. The first officer, a thin, gaunt looking man with dark hair took a sip of his coffee and shrugged.
"Eh, it might take a little work, but I think I'll be able to convince him."
The other cop, a shorter, heavier man with a grey moustache let out a chuckle, spitting donut crumbs all over the concrete.
"Ha! Ya gonna whack 'em upside the head with a phonebook or somethin'?"
"Nah, that's the oldest cliché in the book. I'm thinkin' we just break a few fingers. We'll tell the judge it happened in lock up after a scuffle with another perp. It'll be kept nice and quiet."
"Do ya think he actually did it?"
The thinner officer grinned.
"Who cares?"
Both men began to bellow with laughter that echoed through the alleyway right up to the rooftops. Slade lowered his night vision binoculars and spat on the ground in disgust. The stories were true, it seemed. Cops in Blüdhaven were just as dirty as the local mobs and thugs. The assassin strapped his binoculars back onto his belt and pulled his mask up over his head. He had a job to do.
"Let's get back inside, I'm itchin' with anticipation."
"Just lemme finish this donu-"
A metal hook penetrated the wall next to the officers, causing shards of brick to fall onto the concrete flooring of the alley. A thick cord attached to the hook extended up into the dark above, as the officers glanced back and forth between the hook and the cord. A whirring sound grew louder and louder as the two men peered into the darkness.
"The hell is that?"
CRACK. The fat cop dropped to the ground unconscious after his face met the bottom of a heavy boot. The thinner cop scrambled for his gun, but in an instant, the sickening crack of metal against flesh rang out. The officer, like his partner, collapsed in an unconscious heap as Slade retracted his bo staff. He wanted to keep things strictly non-lethal on this job, as a dead cop would be bad for both him and his employer... But these two could wake up at any time. It was a risk he couldn't take.
The first cop was easy to carry, but the second could've done with losing a few pounds. Slade lifted the larger man into the dumpster and rolled him over next to his fellow cop. They had to be in the dumpster first. It'd minimise the spatter. He reached down to his belt and removed a silenced pistol from its holster. In a split second, two quiet shots ensured the two cops wouldn't get back up. Maybe it was needless bloodshed, but the cops were a risk. Perhaps things would be better if Slade stayed non-lethal from here on. A large body count was bad for business when the job was a simple retrieval.
The assassin glanced down at a faint light emanating from a small, rectangular window. The morgue. This was where he needed to go to retrieve information about Malcolm Fontaine's father. He heard footsteps from inside and humming from inside. Most likely the coroner. If only he knew what was coming his way, maybe he wouldn't feel so content right now. Deathstroke knelt down and opened the window, silently sliding inside, ever closer to his objective.