The hunt begins

Posted on Mon Feb 7th, 2011 @ 6:54pm by Walter Jones

451 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Session 4: The Humans are Dead...

"Here, locations of all of your targets, apparently as soon as they hit planet side they all went their separate ways." An Andorian plopped down in an old wooden chair and threw the data padd onto the table. "I'm sure this might be worth something to you.

"It just might." Park moved the chair forward to look at the names and locations. "Good... good! They will be mine." Park lifted his head and grinned at the Andorian, his teeth glared, like a knife glinting in a light. "I want them all to pay... pay for what they did."

"I don't care what they did, as long as the money is good, they could have murdered your mother." The Andorian took the shot glass of the table and slammed it back, and in a fluid motion waved over to the bartender for another. "I can have 10 of my hard ass boys ready to bust in and take them out in a moments notice."

Park looked at the Andorian, his face twitching. "You go and grab the Engineer, I want him alive, the other two I could care less about, they didn't do anything to me so kill them. I need 5 of your men with me to get Walter Jones and Charolette Ashcroft."

The bartender walked over, a plump Lashash man with two shot glasses and set them back down. The Andorian was just about to reach for one when Park jumped up, knocked the table over and pulled a phaser out, aiming it directly at his head.

"YOU ARE ONE OF THE FISH PEOPLE AREN'T YOU? I KNOW! I CAN SEE THEM!" Park stared at the bartender with a crazed, manic look in his eyes.

"Look friend, I don't know what you are talking about, but, but all the rest of the drinks are on the house if you just put the weapon down." Beads of sweat poured down the mans face, dripping down onto the floor.

Park stood there, staring into the mans eyes. "I like these shoes so.... I won't." He took the phaser down and put it back into his long, black coat.

The man waddled off back behind the bar, trying to keep his head down.

"We should probably get going. When we get him, where do you want me to bring him." The Andorian walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of Cyrodilic Brandy from the well. The bartender was sniveling in a pile on the floor.

"I've got a small base of operations that we'll bring them to." Park began to walk out of the bar. "Make him hurt.... make him hurt real bad... but don't kill him.. I want that bit of satisfaction."

 

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