Taking A Break [Open]

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Back from collecting the information from Leo Motley – also leaving his body behind to make sure it was found and nobody had any suspicions – Malcolm Fontaine returned to his main warehouse complex. Sitting in his office, going through papers to try and figure out some more information about his father’s death, he still hasn’t heard back from Deathstroke. All he knows is The United Front had something to do with it, as they were the first to pay off Leo Motley to keep him quiet. Whether or not they have something against Malcolm or if they were just paid off remains to be seen.

Pressing his index finger down on the button of his intercom, he speaks to someone on the other end. “Johnny, mind coming in here?” after releasing the button, the door opened a few moments later and one of his many henchmen stepped inside. “Yeah, boss?” Malcolm holds his hand out, signalling for Johnny to take a seat on the other side of the desk. “You spent a lot of time on the streets before I hired you, right?” Johnny nods silently. “Tell me…have you ever heard of a group called The United Front?” A few moments pass, the employee of Malcolm thinks for a few moments before shrugging his shoulders. “Just mentions here n’ there, never really met any of ‘em.”

With a few nods of the head, the new chairman of Fontaine Enterprises lets out a sigh. “Thanks anyway.” The henchman stands up and leaves the room. “Who…are these guys?” Malcolm places down the papers and leans back on the chair, rocking back and forth on it – he pushes himself up off of it, looking out of the window into the street. He slips his hand into his pocket, making sure his pack of cigarettes is inside, when he feels the pack; he makes his way out of his office, shutting the door behind him. He makes his way down the steel steps, passing one of his armed guards and walking towards the open shutter entrance of the warehouse. “Guys, come on, don’t leave this thing open. Anyone can just waltz right into this place…and with all these vigilantes around, you don’t want that.”

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head left-to-right, walking through it – right as he leaves, two of his armed henchmen grab the handles of the shutter, pulling it down and shutting it to keep their boss happy. As Malcolm stands outside, he leans against one of the walls of it, feeling the cool air on the skin of his face – he slips a hand into his pocket and grabbed hold of his pack of cigarettes. The mourning son pulls out a cigarette, slipping it between his lips and placing the pack back into his pocket – he lifts out a lighter and rolls his thumb against the wheel, making the flame shoot out from the top. The tip of his cigarette becomes alight as he begins to inhale; he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth to blow out some of the smoke and places the cigarette back into his mouth. He has a lot to think about on this cold, dark night.

[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

The army wanted something from this guy, however Lara didn't know what that was. Yep, they weren't saying anything to her at the moment and now she was here at the warehouse...it was time for Mark to warn her or something, right? She was wearing a little earpice, Mark told her to wear it. Someone was speaking into her ear now, telling her what to do, it was almost near to tell her what to think too. She just wanted to take it off, throw it on the floor and jump on it several times to break it. However, she didn't do that of course, but just the thinking of it could make her feel better.

Mark tried to get the map of the warehouse, but he believed it wasn't updated that maybe Malcolm did some improvements or something. Lara didn't like running in unknown places because she could end up in a dead end...just hoping that the end would have been the only thing dead tonight.

Even though this night was particularly cold, Lara wasn't feeling it so much because she just ran to arrive here so her body was warmed from the running. It wouldn't have lasted long anyway, she needed to run...she just didn't want to run away from anything at the moment. Lara was observing the warehouse with binoculars, she stood on the roof of a building nearby. There the coldness was even worse, the need of running came again, her body wanted to warm up.

Runners, parkour runners at least, were grateful of pipes, especially the ones that from the bottom went up to the roof where Lara was. She used it to climb up and down. Lara saw Malcolm went outside. She ran towards the warehouse using the dark spots to make her unnoticed. The female runner smirked when Malcolm said that thing about the vigilantes "Nobody thinks about us...too bad for them" she thought.

She stopped suddenly when the voice in her earpiece started talking again. Lara put a finger on the earpiece and hid herself behind a corner. The voice wasn't Mark's, by the way. The General had told her that she had to work with a person, without saying her who this person was, and after that he passed the communication to this male person who was speaking to her now. Lara found that irritating "The camera will have problems here because there are interferences" he started badly "So you can't use it for helping" this man had a strong accent, but Lara couldn't tell which one "Said this, you have to approach Fontaine" the runner made a face "Sure and after my body will have no life aymore" she replied, the man didn't respond back.

Lara sighed and came out from the corner doing as told "You know that the cigarettes can kill you, right?" Lara rose her hands "However, I won't" she was wearing the Faith costume from Mirror's Edge with black wig and black lens, Faith's tatoo under her right eye and a yellow shoulder bag. The earpice was hidden under the black wig "Mr. Fontaine, I'm not an hostile" she said to him "Apparently" she thought after.

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Malcolm’s eyes dart to the side at the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming from a short range away – a women’s voice. He lays eyes on an oddly dressed woman…though, probably less odd than most of the freaks you’d see in this city or in Gotham. The grieving son of the deceased multi-millionaire remains leaned against the wall, maintaining his cool as he takes another draw from his cigarette, not showing any nerves to make sure he is as unsuspicious as possible. There are only two kinds of people who would approach someone like him out of the blue like this – vigilantes and people who want to join his cause. Something tells him she’s one of the two…or something different entirely.

“Cigarettes can kill ya, that’s very true…” He inhales again, taking another draw of his cigarette. “But in a city like Blüdhaven, cigarettes are very low on the list of things that’ll kill you before you hit fifty. I know that as well as anyone.” He takes one final draw, letting it fall from his fingers to the ground below, right in front of his foot. Malcolm raises his shoe and crushes the cancer stick beneath it, twisting his ankle to flatten it into the ground.

The chairman of Fontaine Enterprises pushes himself away from the wall, giving a little bit of a stroke of his jawline while he tilts his head, looking at the woman. “Not hostile, huh? That’s pretty hard to believe around here...” He adjusts his tie before extending an arm for a handshake. “Seeing as you know my name, you probably know all about what I do…so, I’ll bite. Nice to meet you. What do I owe the pleasure?” Keeping his arm extended, he maintains eye contact as he would with any other stranger, curious as to just wherever this whole thing is going.

[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

Lara observed Malcolm smoking and listened to his words then she looked down at his arm when he extended it for an handshake. Lara didn't want to handshake, she didn't like the guy, just saying that she wasn't the type of girl attracted to the bad guy of the moment. She had to face them too much to be attracted to them too. However, the ear-guy instead told her to shake his hand and she did so, reluctant. It was a strong but quick handshake from Lara's side, like someone who was honored to shake his hand but at the sime time like someone who believed to be nobody by comparison with Malcolm.

Lara noticed how Malcolm crushed the cigarette and she imagined that instead of the cigarette there was the guy speaking into her ear...nice picture. Lara shook his head looking into Malcolm's eyes.
She was going to speak, but the ear-guy spoke for her, he was telling things that Lara didn't want to say, but she could say them, she had been trained for this...well...the General didn't say anything about the ear-guy, but Lara started thinking that he didn't because even he didn't know about it...Mark had been replaced for this mission suddenly.

"Hope you know what you're doing, ear-guy" she thought before repating what he was saying to her "The corruption is unacceptable" she said with a truly voice "What you say..." Lara took a step closer to him and moved her hands towards her chest, gesticulating what she was saying "I believe in you" Lara seemed sincere, she was acting like a professional actress, but only because they trained her for this moment. So now Lara looked all natural and excited about Malcolm's belief. She had to look like one of Malcolm's devotee "I can help" she nodded.