Crimson Lionheart
Demon of Razgriz
Damien was at the middle of the the meeting when he heard Hellsing speak loudly on the bottom floor through his security feed. "You know enough, just go and find the chip."
Things were going exceptionally well during the meeting. The Chairmen already pledged their total support for Damien being the head of the Strip, and the White Glove Society agreed to him once Damien informed them of a substantial business dealing that would take effect within the next five years. However, Big Sal and Nero remained quiet throughout the entire meeting. Something was up.
"Big Sal and Nero, you've haven't said a word since we all sat down." Damien responded. There was a long silence between each other, but Damien could notice something between the two. These two were known to be some of the worst people on the Strip, but Damien detected a substantial mistrust between them and the rest of the Strip. He looked at the two and held his hand on his right knee.
"You're hiding something, aren't you" Damien said quietly.
"Caesar asked us to provide a distraction on the Strip. So when he gives the word we're going to launch an all out assault on the Strip. First we're going to blow the Embassy, then we're going to use soldiers to kill every last motherf****r on the Strip. Then we'll run this joint. That'll teach you and Not-at-home what can go on while he sits in his f*****g ivory tower lording down from on high." Big Sal responded. The rest of the table went silent before his suspicions were confirmed.
"What a shame" Damien responded before suddenly taking out his Ranger Sequoia and shot Big Sal right between the eyes within a heartbeat, which took Nero by surprise before two securitrons suddenly lifted him out of his chair and held him in the air, before Damien shot him in the heart as he died quickly. The table was in shock, but it was necessary. Damien looked at his guests.
"Anybody else?" Damien replied before allowing the information to sink in. "No? Good."
Things were going exceptionally well during the meeting. The Chairmen already pledged their total support for Damien being the head of the Strip, and the White Glove Society agreed to him once Damien informed them of a substantial business dealing that would take effect within the next five years. However, Big Sal and Nero remained quiet throughout the entire meeting. Something was up.
"Big Sal and Nero, you've haven't said a word since we all sat down." Damien responded. There was a long silence between each other, but Damien could notice something between the two. These two were known to be some of the worst people on the Strip, but Damien detected a substantial mistrust between them and the rest of the Strip. He looked at the two and held his hand on his right knee.
"You're hiding something, aren't you" Damien said quietly.
"Caesar asked us to provide a distraction on the Strip. So when he gives the word we're going to launch an all out assault on the Strip. First we're going to blow the Embassy, then we're going to use soldiers to kill every last motherf****r on the Strip. Then we'll run this joint. That'll teach you and Not-at-home what can go on while he sits in his f*****g ivory tower lording down from on high." Big Sal responded. The rest of the table went silent before his suspicions were confirmed.
"What a shame" Damien responded before suddenly taking out his Ranger Sequoia and shot Big Sal right between the eyes within a heartbeat, which took Nero by surprise before two securitrons suddenly lifted him out of his chair and held him in the air, before Damien shot him in the heart as he died quickly. The table was in shock, but it was necessary. Damien looked at his guests.
"Anybody else?" Damien replied before allowing the information to sink in. "No? Good."