Mob Action (w/ Beowulf)

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Marceline's eyes ached as she opened them to a dimly lot room. She could make out nothing more a few shadows littered about and the walls, old and filthy. She didn't know where she was, but it definitely wasn't familiar.


As she took notice of her surroundings, she saw that she was firmly tied to a chair. She struggled and squirmed, but with no results. 'Well', she thought, 'this can't be good.'


Marceline squinted in the dimness and tried to take focus of anyone in the room. "Hello?" She asked in a loud yet particularly weak voice; her head was throbbing. "What's going on?"

 

[Soviet Panda]

Connor, meanwhile, was in his lovely corner office of the McKinley Automotive. Feet up on his desk, not a care in the world. He had a rather nice friend who was a girl, a girl friend if you will, and a lot of money. Of course, not everything had been as good in the past month or so. The Yumba Family, yacuza from across the ocean, had captured one of his freighters carrying opium headed towards Beijing. War was declared that day between his syndicate and the Yumba Family, and he retaliated violently, severing one of their main drug routs through the Himalayas. But this day wouldn't be any better then the start of that war, not when the phone call came.


His phone rang, and the voice of his secretary came out of the speaker. "Sir, you have a call on line one." Answering the phone, he hears a distinctly Asian voice. "We have her." it said before hanging up. When you worked in the darker side of business like Connor, you got a feel for threats and black mail, this was obviously one.


"Lucile, cancel all my appointments today and for the week to follow. I'm going on a little trip." he said to his secretary before putting on his coat and leaving. They got her, kidnapped her actually. That, he could not stand. Getting into the recently patented and made Bolt Fire, all in shades f red and orange, and drove all the way to the nearest air port, were a private jet was waiting for him.

 

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Marceline received no response, and began to squirm in the chair even further; specifically, until the chair fell onto it's side, taking her with it. Pain shot up her side, and she swore under her breath.


"Hey!" She shouted, the room sending back an eruption of echoes. "What's going on? Where am I?"


(Would you mind playing the "villain" here? I've never been great with that sort of thing...)

 

[Soviet Panda]

(Gladly.)


A rapidly speaking Korean man stepped into the lights. Even if Marcie had been fluent in Korean, she would have difficulty keeping up with him simply because of how much he was spitting out at her. Standing her chair back up right, he moves a table in front of her and a chair up for himself. Suddenly, he grabbed something at his side and a knife sprouted form the center of the middle of the table, quivering slightly. Laughing at the expression on her face, he gets back up and leaves, most likely to report to his higher ups that the girl had awakened, leaving the knife in the table in front of her.


***


Meanwhile, Connor was getting on his Leer jet and telling his pilot where to head, the Beijing air port. After saying this, he made a couple calls, asking for favors and demanding ones owed to him one after the other. The black market was neutral, but a little cash could sway it one way or another. He managed to find out that she was being held in a large hotel, by the name of the "Golden Lotus Flower.", in the basement to be exact.

 

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Marcie stared back as the Korean man slammed a knife in front of her and left. She spoke a few Korean phrases, but he spoke so quickly and spurricly that she couldn't keep up.


While she waited alone, she felt pain in both her shoulder and the corner of her forehead. She couldn't exactly remember, but she supposed that she had been knocked out at some point. Marcie could faithfully come to conclusion that these men knew Connor somehow, which usually meant nothing good.

 

[Soviet Panda]

After a moment longer, more lights came on, albeit flickering ones. It revealed a much more terrifying sight then when first thought, one that had metal walls rusting at the corners and various tools that could be used for torture or to manage a hedge. A bit cliché, but it got the point across either way. This was not a happy place. Soon after, a rather chubby man walked into the room. Everything about him seemed dirty, stained shirt, food stuck in his beard and mustache, hair all greasy and lank. But the way he eyed the tools, as if eyeing which candy to have first, would send chills down many backs.


***


Thanks to his connections, and the urgency to reach the destination, Connor had by then reached the airport. While he had been on the plane, he had perused the various guns he would no doubt need. Deciding on a Mp5 with a laser pointer strapped under barrel would do for him, and a M1911 for back up.

 

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Marcie's eyes widened at the man standing before her, as well as the room that had apparently come into the light.


"Who..." She said quietly, "who are you? What am...what am I doing here?"


While saying this, she also thought, 'Where's Connor? Where's Connor?'

 

[Soviet Panda]

The man didn't say a thing, either not wanting to or not understanding. A grin slowly spread across his face when he found what he wanted. Reaching out his hand, he caresses the various knives that the section contained the most of. Grabbing a classic, a kitchen knife, he gently places it just below one of her ears.


***


By the end of the fat mans search, Connor had reached the Golden Swan, Mp5 hidden discreetly underneath a trench coat and M1911 in the back of his pants. Opening the door, he saw how it was a popular hotel. Good decor, pretty woman as the majority of the staff, and security. Walking up to the counter, he reaches back as if to grab a wallet and instead pulled out the pistol and pointed it at her, hidden from view of the security. "Tell your boss to let her go, now." At that moment, the man was pressing the knife to Macie's ear when he got the call. As it turned out, they decided more guns were better then hik chopping her up.

 

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Marcie's heart skipped several beats as the man pressed a knife to her. "Please don't," she continued to whisper, "Please don't. Please don't."


Then the call came. She couldn't hear what was happening over the phone, but she hoped that it was something that would benefit for her; specifically, something that wouldn't result in her being chopped into bits.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Face pale, the woman at the counter stood stock still after making the call until Connor motioned her to leave via the front door. 'That should'a done it.' he thought, his North Eastern Illinoise accent coming through in his thoughts. And it certainly it had. A group of five armed men, assault rifles and shot guns, came in the room. Quickly diving begind the front desk, Connor just managed to dodge the first spray of bullets that ripped through the top of the counter itself. After a while, they had to reload, and that was when Connor went on the offensive, popping out of cover and quickly dropping the five members of the Yumba. Once that was done, he began to make his way towards the basement. Upon reaching it, Marcie's captor and would-be tormentor was there, and quickly dispatched. After a few wrong turns, dead ends, and people, Connor managed to find where she was being held. Shootig the door handle off and any extra locks, Connor steps in the room to see Marcie. Rushing towards her, he takes the knife that was still in the table and uses it to cut her bonds. Once done, he took out the pistol, held it towars her, and said "Take it. We have to go, now."

 

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Marcie felt a sweep of relief over her when Connor entered the room and set her free. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and make him hold her until she stopped shaking, but there was no time for that. She grabbed the pistol with trembling fingers and nodded, ready to listen to whatever he told her to do.

 

[Soviet Panda]

(Last post for me. Going to bed soon, probably.)


"Stay behind me, ok? No matter what you see or hear happening, stay roght behind me." Taking a hold of her hand, to comfort and lead her, he steps out of the room. Gingerly peaking around every corner, leaning out only enough to see with one eye, he makes his way back to the stairs. The whole while, he had not let go of her hand. But right then, he did so he could stabalize the gun as he slowly made his way up the stairs. Reaching the door, he cracks it open, and sees a group of armed men, safe to say they were armed and probably wearing kevlar, standing in front of the elevator. Good thing he liked the stairs for things like this. Turning to Marcie, he whispers "Here is what is going to happen, you are going to run as fast as you can out of the door and to the car waiting outside. It's a silver grey classic American muscle car with a black racing stripe down the middle. Don't worry about me, I'll be right behind you." What he would be doing, he didn't say. But he did know, and it involved a lot of bullets on his part. Which is why he was swapping out magazines, the not full one for a full one. 
"Oh, and here are the keys. Almost forgot them." he said before grabbing the keys from his pocket and banding them to her. "I'll need you to drive. A quick tip, go fast and make people get out of your way."

 

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Marcie slowly nodded, taking the keys from him. She took a deep breath, and without a word, she darted out the door and towards the car.


There it was:grey with black stripe. She practically flung herself into the passenger seat and quickly glanced out the window beside her in search of Connor.

 

[Soviet Panda]

As soon as she had a foot out of the door, he followed after. He didn't bother with aiming, he just had to get to the car. And his plan worked well enough for him. Bullets sprayed out of the gun, hitting most of the Yumba members in the back, but because of their vests they only stumbled. Other bullets hit unprotected parts, such as arms, legs, and in a much smaller amount, blood arteries. Getting to the car, he stares at Marcy (got it right this time) in confusion. "You were supposed to drive." he said before getting into the drivers seat. "No time to switch. Take this, and shoot at anyone chasing us." he continued as he unslung the Mp5 and practically throwing it on her lap. Skillfully starting up the muscle car, there is a loud screech from the tires before they took off. "I'm going to get you out of here safe, you hear me?" he told her, as much to reassure her as much as himself.