Latest Victim: Zacarius, who was just waking up; Member of a new resistance that had popped up about a year earlier to derail the government and allow the technology stolen from the people to be returned to the people. For too long the government has controlled it's civilians by a lack of technology and knowledge; gathering up every bit of it they could find, from the fuels used to make cars run, to the most high-tech of inventions.
Due to a series of incidents, these two were brought together into the same room, both looking for the same person: A man named Christian.
"...ugh," Zac said groggily as he opened his eyes. It took a few seconds for everything to stop being so blurry, but when his vision finally cleared, he took stock of his surroundings. A small room, probably ten by twelve feet, one door, no windows, and yes, his hands and legs were tied to the chair he was sitting in. His hair was draped over his forehead, dripping wet, as if someone had recently splashed water on him. A woman stood a few feet away from him.
The woman was Angel, he knew, from the reports given to him when he came to New York. The newest leader of the crime network that spanned the states. Long brown hair, with whole sections of hair dyed pink, colorfully dressed in a light pink t-shirt, with a picture of a guy on it, a caption saying 'Hide' underneath it. Tight blue jeans showing off her slender build, finished off by a pair of fashionable black boots with six-inch heels. Sunglasses were on her face, though the room was darkened enough already that Zac couldn't see how she could see at all.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"We want what you want," she replied, in a smoky, husky voice, startling him, because he wasn't expecting it from her. If he was interested in women, he would have fallen for her, just off the sound of her voice. "We want you to lead us to Christian."
"Why should I, besides the obvious fact that you hold me at your mercy, bound and most surely gagged if not for the fact that you needed to talk to me?"
"Believe me when I say we hold no ill will towards you. We would rather have you co-operate with us. If you don't I'm not sure what we will do quite yet, but believe me when I say I hope it does not come to that."
"I know who you are, and why you want to find him, already, and let me tell you that it is not in my boss' best interest that I help you."
"Oh, you know why we want him, do you?" Angel asked, laughing quietly, "And what reason is that, I must ask?"
"To kill him for knocking off your old leader," Zac said confidently.
"You fool, -," Angle started to reply when all of a sudden the sound of Mozart's music rang clearly, disrupting her. Angel pulled a cell phone out of her pocket. Pulling it out, she flipped it open and held up to Zac's ear. "Talk," she said.
"Hello?" Zac asked.
"Zac, this is Ezra. Take them to him. You got to trust me on this. No questions, just do it," Ezra said and then hung up, leaving Zac bewildered.
"Uh, well. Ok then," Zac muttered. "I guess I will be helping you find Christian then."
"Glad to hear it," Angel replied. "Shall we be going then?" She asked rhetorically as she cut his bindings. Zac stood up and almost fell over as blood rushed into his feet. rubbing his hands to return feeling to them, he brushed himself off and returned his shirt cuffs to right above his elbows.
"Listen, Angel, I still don't trust you, but orders are orders. I will take you to him and that's it."
"That's all we ask. Oh, and call me Ang," She said as she winked at him and opened the door. "Let's go."
He sat alone at the counter of a nameless little bar down a deserted alleyway. He was one of the five customers that were in there tonight. It was a dirty place, filthy actually. For the past few nights he had had to shake off pursuers. Yeah, he had seen the News report. That damned Government official had pinned it on him. At least he had gotten the money.
"Give me a bottle of Jack," he said to the bartender. The guy grunted as he pulled out a shot glass and the bottle of Jack Daniels. "No, you misunderstood me, I do not want a damn shot, I want to buy the whole bottle."
"Pretty cocky for a guy who's wanted for murder," the bartender muttered.
"No, you seem to forget WHO I murdered. And it wasn't a murder, it was an assassination. Another thing, I am not wanted by the police, they won't have anything to do with me. The Mob extracts it's own vengeance. So just give me the fucking bottle, forget the damned cash I was actually going to give you, and shut your fool mouth before I kill you, too," Christian said as he reached in his coat and pulled out his sword, laying it down on the counter. "Understood?"
He smiled a little bit as he saw the bartender gulp nervously before handing the bottle of Jack to him.
Opening it up, he took a good long pull off of it, before setting it down and lighting up a cigarette. He took a few drags off of it and then turned towards the door as he felt a draft of cold air blow through his hair. A man and a woman entered together, both attractive, both coming straight for him. Taking another pull off the bottle, he snubbed his cigarette out, grabbed his sword and stood up.
"Well then, it's about time you caught up to me, Shall we go at it now," He asked good naturedly as he unsheathed his sword.
"Please, put that away, there is no need for that," Ang said, "I have come to talk to you."
"Talk, right. And I'm supposed to believe that. I know who you are, the new leader of the Mob, looking to establish her place by killing the man who assassinated her predecessor."
"Uh, I'll just be leaving now," Zac broke in, and then started walking towards the door, stopping as someone else entered. "Ezra?"
"Couldn't let this go on without me being here," Ezra said, laughing gently. Turning to take in the rest of the scene, he stopped when his gaze met Angel's and his mouth opened a bit. He closed it quickly and swallowed hard.
Ang walked up to him and stared right into his eyes. Slowly she reached up and took off her sunglasses. "You're pretty cute, you know that?"
"Uh," Christian said, "Hate to break in, but do you all mind if we finish up here?"
Ezra pulled himself back together and spoke, "Not here. Let's go somewhere else where we can all talk in private. I'm sure there's a lot to be explained on all sides."
"Agreed," Ang said, still looking at Ezra, smiling a Mona Lisa smile. "Please put your sword away. I promise you that if you find you have need for it later, that you will still have it to use it."
Christian put his sword away and grabbed up the bottle of Jack. "I'm bringing this," he said. "I have a feeling I'll be needing it, too. Alright, lead the way."