Liam rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant. I have the blueprints, it's me, Liam Nelson? Yep, in the flesh. How about you let them all go. I'll call the cops off and we can have a quick... chat? Trust me, I won't let anyone of them get their hands on the blueprints without pay so you're a lucky man." The truth was he just didn't have a fake. Badmouthing the representatives waa his only option and boy did he enjoy it.
FBI rushed up the stairs, barreling down the halls and by the door though not in the mysterious man's view. A sniper was sent into the airvents in hopes of finding the crook or being able to kill him if possible. "Morgan, Jane, ready your weapons. Jerome, stay in the vents. If you see anything, tell me. Scorpio is the kill command." The leader of the squadron said into the coms. They just has to wait a bit longer.
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As the people flushed out, the FBI agents were left to save Liam, a task easier said than done. Liam sat in the chair opposite to the man. Isn't that the assasin I fought thursday? He took a breath before placing the blueprints on the table to show that he was honest about earlier. He placed his other hand on the gun below the desk, waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger. His eyes analyzed the man's body, observing what weapons he had stocked on his upper body. His face was masked(I suppose) as usual, why could the crooks never give up their secret identities?
"So, you're a fan of Nelson Tel, huh?" He looked to his nails for a second before sliding the blueprints back into his hands. "The question is... how long were you planning this? Was I that important to you?" He was putting on a face like he always did, only this time he was trying to fool himself. "I mean it's a well thought out plan but if you want my baby, I gotta know if you put just enough effort for her."
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Liam sighed in dismay as the man spoke. "Then tell me, why is the missile of any use to you? You're just a low-life crook looking for attention, are you not? You killed two innocents in the process of your goal for what? Popularity? Respect? Nothing good's coming out of this assh--" He was cut off as the man threw needles at him, wipping the arm to the side though one of the two still impaling him, the other cutting past. He pulled his arm towards the blueprint, ripping the wires as he leaped to his feet.
"Rude." He now aimed the gun at this masked man, pulling the trigger of his gun aa he fired to low-caliber bullets towards the man's thighs. His aim was impeccable though it didn't mean the bullets couldn't be dodged. He wasn't intent of cornering himself and wasn't standing by any walls either.
Here's how I have it planned in my head @YoungX
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Wall/Glass
Liam Wall>
Mysterious man on table
Door
Liam frowned as the man didn't shown a sign of pain as he shot him. Feeling the pins against his arm, he was trained to endure this kind of pain, especially from objects as small as needles. His left hand that held the blueprints flinched, dropping the papers before he rolled forward, grabbing back and slipping it into his pocket, not knowing a flashbang was thrown in the first place.
He pushed his legs against the desk, sliding back to where he was by the other side of the room. He began to pluck the needles, feeling blood seep down his arms, beginning to stain his tuxedo. "Aww.. crud, now look what you've done, this is armani for crying out loud." He whined before continuing his shots. A mere twelve bullets remained as he began to fire about six more of them, aimed towards his lower abdomen, though then again it could hit another part of his body or miss completely.
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