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Topic Started: Aug 19 2015, 05:50 AM (264 Views)
Varian
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Nate made a wisecrack about his suit, Atlas responded in a deadpan voice. "No... I don't get it." Atlas completely got the joke, he just found something funny in pretending he didn't. Atlas made his way over to the business man lowering himself to his level, Atlas grinned at the frightened man in the monkey-suit. "Nice to meet ya!" With that Atlas punched him hard enough to render him unconscious, he the hoisted the man over his shoulder.

"Blood scrubs off easy, you just gotta use the right products and have a good eye for detail so you don't miss any. As for your suit, you should wear clothes you don't mind getting dirty. Like me." Atlas grinned as he knew their sense of fashion differed entirely, Atlas made his way outside with Nate and walked to the trunk of the car they had arrived in. Upon opening it Atlas threw the man in and slammed it shut, there was a crunching sound as the trunk refused to close. Atlas looked down into the trunk, he had trapped the business man's hand in the trunk when he had shut it. "Least he can say he didn't get off unscathed now." Atlas grinned as he moved the hand out of the way and slammed the trunk shut this time, he looked at Nate as he made his way around to the driver's side of the beat up sedan.

"You take the eye sore mobile, we will take that to get sold first. Then I want a burger, all that pointless killing made me hungry." Atlas held his hand out for the keys for the sedan, waiting for his partner to throw them to him. "WcDonalds or Burger Emperor?"
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The look of absolute horror that overcame Nate's face at the idea of wearing the same kind of clothes as Atlas showed everyone exactly what his opinion on that man's idea of fashion was. "That day I get caught wearing clothes like yours is the day you can freely put me in an asylum because I would've clearly gone insane." He shook his head. "Also, the fact that you know exactly how to remove a blood stain should probably worry me. It doesn't, but it should." The olive-skinned man followed his boss out of the warehouse, carefully stepping over the pools of blood. It was bad enough it was on his pants, he didn't want to have to replace his shoes as well. As he walked, he spied a jerry can off in a corner.

By the time Nate walked out of the warehouse, Atlas would've been waiting for a solid minute. Slipping the pack of matches he always kept on him from his pocket, he smiled at the Ascua logo on the front of the back before opening it up and slipping one of the redheads from its home, running it across the striker. The snap-hiss followed by the crackling of flames brought a small smile to Nate's face. He wasn't exactly a pyromaniac but there was something beautiful about fire. He dropped the match to the ground and started walking away, the match igniting the line of petrol and quickly setting the warehouse ablaze.

Fishing the keys to the sedan out of his pocket when he replaced the matchbox, he tossed them to Atlas. "What kind of a stupid question is that? We're going to Burger Emperor of course." It didn't take him long to get the suped up sports car's engine revving. He put his foot down a few times, listening to the engine, the smile on his face only growing larger. Shifting it into gear, Nate spun around hard enough to kick up a wave of dirt and dust before he floored it.
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The business man had been stuck in the trunk for some time, he had panicked at several points when the car came to a stop. Atlas and Nate had sold the car, fueled up the sedan, Atlas had even stopped by to get groceries and finally gone to get burgers. The car stopped once again, this time the trunk opened to Atlas devouring some fries. Atlas rubbed his hand down his suit to get rid of the grease and salt, then reached out and grabbed the business man dragging him off inside the bar leaving Nate to lock up the car.

"Home sweet home." Atlas looked around the bar, it was empty out in the front at this point but that was to be expected when the owner had it shut for the morning. "Nate! You planning on opening tonight right? If so this guy will need interrogating now, I need to borrow your staff this afternoon." The Ascua bar, owned by a member of The Ascua Crew, Staffed by members of The Ascua Crew and protected by said crew. Atlas made his way through to the back, sure enough two members were relaxing in the furthest room. Past all the kitchen and storage areas was this singular sqaure room, it looked more like a teenagers hangout than a organised crime gang's base of operations.

As Atlas walked in the room, he threw the business man on the only empty couch in the room. A swordsman who was sleeping on the sofa opposite woke up, grunted and then immediately went back to sleeping. Not more than a split second after he had thrown the business man, did a rather bored voice speak out from a young kid sat on the only other sofa in the room. "Oh? You are back finally? I was starting to get bored waiting, everyone else is out today. I was stuck here with him the entire time, he doesn't say a word he just sleeps." Atlas just punched the kid on the top of his head, then walked out the room to go see Nate. "The business man is all yours, I want to know who supplied that small time gang."

Atlas sat down at the bar and poured himself a drink, he disliked the idea of hurting people just to gain information. Sure he killed people for money, but he had to have rules somewhere otherwise he would be no better than the average murderer on the street. He would never force anyone to do the dirty work, if they wouldn't do it he would have to step up but it didn't mean he enjoyed it. Atlas took a swig of the drink, it was not bad and if he was getting more of this good quality stuff then all the better.
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Nate was slurping down the last of his strawberry shake when they pulled up. He slowly climbed out and shut up the car, locking it and spinning the keys around his finger as he made his way into the bar. It was almost depressing to see it closed but he couldn't exactly trust any of the others to open up. Knowing them they'd drink all of his stock before they actually managed to sell any. He sighed and wondered how his father had ever kept this place afloat with how much Ascua drank for free. These days it was easy, they had plenty of other revenues to tap through their less legal methods, but back when Ascua had just started up it must have been difficult. He smiled fondly at the thought of his father but shook off the thoughts and followed Atlas inside.

"Of course I'm opening tonight. It's a Friday." The bar owner shook his head. This was the downside to owning a bar used as the headquarters for a crime family. His staff was made up of said crime family members and if something came up, the other side of the business took priority. Making his way behind the bar, he punched a few buttons on the register and took the envelope full of cash from his inner breast pocket, counted it out and put the notes in the drawer. Looking up when Atlas reappeared, he sighed. "Sure thing boss." Interrogations, especially ones that could get messy, usually fell to him. Just another sin that he shielded the rest of the family from.

When he went into the back room, he snorted when he saw the duo chilling out in the back. He wasn't surprised that it was this pair. He ruffled the kid's hair as he walked past, much to his annoyance as he struggled to flatten it back down. He flicked the swordsman in the head, hard enough to rouse him from his sleep. "Alright you pair, out. I've got work to do." The swordsman left with little more than a rough yawn and the kid gave him a sour look like he was disappointed he didn't get to watch. Nate sighed and shook his head before looking over to the businessman. "Kids. What can ya do?"

Flopping down next to the businessman, he leaned back and stretched out, slinging an arm over the back of the couch and cutting off the middle aged man's only route of escape. "This can go one of two ways, Mister Sanders. You can tell me what I want to know and then you can leave here with just that broken hand you've got there." He made a vague motion with his head towards the hand the man was cradling. "Or I can take my knife here," he withdrew a butterfly knife from his jacket, spinning it around his fingers a few times before it snapped open and the blade gleamed, "And I can interrogate you more thoroughly. I can assure you it will be excruciatingly painful and I do so hate to get blood on my clothes, but I'm already going to have to get rid of these ones so a little more wouldn't be too much of a problem. And the longer this takes, the more Atlas out there is going to drink. If I wind up with nothing to sell to my patrons tonight, I will be very upset."

"Y-y-you can't just do this! People will notice I'm missing! I have friends! Powerful friends!"

Nate sighed and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Buddy, we're the Ascua. For every friend you have, we have two. And of course people will notice you are missing. That's kind of the point. It wouldn't be much of a message if people thought they could get away with double crossing the folk under our protection, now would it?" Lifting the knife to the man's face, Nate lost all semblance of his smile or jovial attitude. "Now then, I'm going to give you one more chance. Start talking…"


"Well that was boring."

Nate came strolling out of the back room in a fresh set of clothes, his bloodied pants and dusty suit having been tossed in the trash and would later be taken to an incinerator. He was on his phone, only half paying attention to the people in the bar. Even in this state, he flawlessly traversed his bar and snatched the bottle away from Atlas, putting it up on the highest shelf he knew his shorter boss couldn't reach without using the footstool. "He started spilling his guts the minute I said Ascua. He doesn't know who was responsible but he knows of a few other deals going down." He pushed the send button on his phone and Atlas' would have vibrated in return. "I texted you the locations."
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Atlas sat drinking with the swordsmen while screams came from the back, the kid tried to get a sip of his drink. Atlas merely lifted it out of his reach and shook his head. "This is too good for a brat like you." The kid scowled and went off to sulk on the other side of the room, mumbling about being a teenager now and not a kid. Atlas poured another drink for himself and the swordsman as the screams stopped and Nate made his way back through.

Atlas listened to what he had to say, seeming to go into deep thought for a moment. This list of deals just spelled trouble, Atlas was definitely good at sniffing out trouble. "Alright, no problem I will catch one of the deals on my way back from this job. Lets go you two, I will have them back in time for opening." Atlas picked up a set of keys hanging by the bar, this was for a beat up old van full of weapons that they were supposed to be delivering. Nothing like a day of work.
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