Biting the Bullet (1x1)

[Zara_The_Huntress]

A thread for PuffyCake and myself  

[Zara_The_Huntress]

Slowly the male rose from his king size bed. He slow shuffled toward his closet. He was wary eying everything among the room looking for the little signs. Paranoid? No, not in the slightest. For the King of the city, he was on point in his most exposed vulnerable state... though the various weapons hidden throughout the room would suggest and prove otherwise. His grim demeanor only highlighted his loathe for crack of dawn and lack of caffeine. His raven locks spiked all over from slumber and he would probably leave it as is. He viewed it as a psychological tactic: chaotic, unpredictable... His eyes fell on the mirror as he wondered into the bathroom. His tan skin on his well toned form exposed a few lighter hues from bullet and knife wounds throughout his body. He rubbed his eyes debating before a knock on his door had him release a growl.

“Sir, the meeting has been changed to 3.”

He narrowed his dark eyes annoyed. A trap was all he could think of when it came to the simple time change. He grumbled and started slamming his things about still lacking his caffeine. He ruffled his hair before escaping to the closet changing into a suit making sure to add his vest and a few other items. The jacket he wore though heavy provided extra covering. Long dark blue leather donning his form exposing his lean built with an addition of extra hostlers. If only he could cover his face with all this. It was only thing exposed truly.

First coffee, then he would check over the layout of the meeting spot. Why the sudden change he wondered.... His legs stretched towards the his door entering his livingroom where three of his bodyguards stood while his second placed some coffee down on the table with a gulp. Indeed, he was known for his malice due to lack of caffeine and if his coffee was made incorrectly...

'PuffyCake'

 

[PuffyCake]

Small clouds formed while he blew on his freshly brewed coffee. Home-made to add. He stood by an alleyway near an abandoned warehouse. Normally he would be back at the station doing the paper work for the recent cases he closed or maybe even patrolling the neighborhood. Marcus hugged himself against the chilly weather, expressing his displeasure with a groan. His leather jacket did poorly to warm him up. Its dark brown color drew his badge out. His identity was too exposed. A mistake on his side. He couldn't get any shut-eye the night before. He didn't mind stakeouts, if anything it got him excited, It was the weather that got him impatient.They had an intel a big drug deal was going down there that day. Some junkie blabbed his mouth off during his interrogation. Junkies are easy to shake. All those substance missing with their head. Sad. The risks were high so the chief was reluctant at first, but with Marcus' insistence, plus he was the perfect match for that operation, he got assign to that case. He was recently single, no companions, and his parents lived in the countryside; he had no one to worry about. It was a rare chance to finally clean the country off these corrupt people.

With his back stuck to one wall, he craned his neck enough to see what was happening. It did look fishy alright--Jackpot! Problem was, though, it looked too suspicious. The number of black suited men didn't look right to him. Shouldn't they be more inconspicuous? Even a normal citizen could tell something was off. That is if they stumbled upon that place. Whatever it was, he had a job to do and would do it at any cost. The right moment had to come before he made his ambush. He laid low, studying their activities.

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Zara_The_Huntress

 

[Zara_The_Huntress]

Malik had sipped his coffee. A small snarl escaped his face, but instead of throwing it he stood and took it to the kitchen sink dumping it and dropping the glass letting it shatter. He did not need to injure his second at this time especially when he might need the other to take a few rounds of bullets for himself. Malik stomped out ruffling his hair a hint of irritation tainted his features as he glared down the hall to a few of his staffing. The leader said nothing disappearing to the hallway. He was quiet for the next few hours checking the plans and the buildings. He noted the escape routes, where cars could be parked, the roofing structure, and where the buyer would be parking.

He re-planned and informed his gang members how they were to be and took his second aside and gave him some extra details. Malik then went down to the array of cars that he would travel within. Each time he switched what car to be in to avoid being targeted. Sooner or later a person would just figure out to attach a bomb to each car to get rid of him. He sat with in and his second sat next while he stared out the windows. Malik checked his gear before slightly relaxing. How it became 2:45 already he was uncertain. He was ready, they were ready.


Malik got out of the once it was parked his hands in his long coat. His Second held the brief case. When it came down to it Malik looked like the simple bodyguard and his Second the leader. They approached the warehouses along the water front. To his disliking, they had the meeting here. It was easy to get rid of cars, escape by boat, and hide bodies. Luckily he already had backup plans. His eyes latched on to the opposite side seeing those holding a duffle bag. How unprofessional. He didn't give himself away as they closed in. “Do you have the goods?” One lackey announced. “Are you seriously asking the King that?” Malik informed.

'PuffyCake'

 

[PuffyCake]

His paper cup now empty and crumpled from his grip, he aimed it at a close trash bin, his stare locked on their motions. They had been pacing about for a while now but there wasn't any signs of progress. He took note of shifting rookies here and there. How did he miss them in the first place? Not having slept really got to him. He shook his head and scanned the place once more. It was possible that kid lied to them. A decoy. They could have known they were being watched by the police. "Damn it!" A fist slammed the brick wall as he cussed in a low voice. He could still find more clues, or any information on the master mind of those gangs. Out of all the gangs in that town, there was only one big boss. Maybe he could find something out about him or her. In a desperate state to benefit from the chance that presented itself, he bit his lips and continued to look out.

It wasn't long after that an exaggerated car drove by and parked. Ah, it must be the snake head, he thought to himself. And he wasn't wrong, a distinguished figure came out, wearing a fine suit befitting his status. It was dishonest money stolen from poor victims of their abuse that dressed him up that nicely. He clicked his tongue in disgust. But wait--that meant it wasn't a diversion! It was the real thing. Yes! Adrenaline rushed through his vein at that point. He could feel it. Hand-cuffing those criminals and putting them where they belong--far away from innocent people. He crouched and prepared his hand-gun. They looked they were quarreling about something which was perfect for him. He leaned to the handheld transceiver attached to his shoulder. "Requesting back-up. Over." And with a quick inhale he rushed in there. "Freeze!" He held the gun up and demanded. "Don't move! You are all arrested!"

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[Zara_The_Huntress]

Malik stood slightly off to the side with his hand on his gun while his second portrayed him. For this deal, he decided to allow his second to portray him in this deal. Product he was handling needed a gentle touch where as he was still the ever grump from the lack of his true drug caffeine. In truth, it was dull being in that situation. Holding the product making sure they tested it correctly, watching for sudden movements... Malik switch frequently with his little group now. Most there top shooters all wearing some protection. Malik listened at the playful batter back and forth. So far it was going smoothly. Only when they demanded a higher amount for their pay did they begin to give him a headache.

Tensions were escalating as the deal seemed to be blown out of portion. Malik tapped his guns highly tempted to shoot them in the face. There it came though. Freeze? Did that ever work. In a timely fashion, weapons went flying in the air. The chambers clicked. Two guns aims directly at his face while his own were aimed at the buyer direct and to where the yell came from. No one moved yet. They were assessing the situation. Malik's cold dark blues fell on the cop. His nerves rose anger latching. Why did no one see this person roaming around? Malik was the first to utter anything.

“So, one cop is to take us all in? I hope your car is big enough.” From what he saw, there was roughly 20 guys who he could tell armed against one foolish cop... Malik gave him a small amusing chuckle. Malik was about to address the others making them reschedule or shoot the cop. However, the cop gave the opposing side a chance and the chambers of the guns went off. Malik was shoved instantly and moved for cover. His second disappeared within the spray of bullets.

'PuffyCake'

 

[PuffyCake]

Five years of enduring sarcastic remarks from his classmates in the academy in wait of finding the right words to say back proved his capacity for comebacks. Instead he pressed his lips tight, one eye closed, and pulled the slide back until it clicked, aiming at whoever his hands waved at. Backup should be there anytime soon. Time. He had to buy them time. The warehouse had space to fit a whole town in it, but there was few places to hide in or things to use as shield. To his luck a shower of bullets charged at him and...the other party. Weren't they on good terms? They wouldn't be making deals with each other otherwise. Blood ran down the gray tiles as quick as the bullets went off. It gave his body a fight or flight signal, pushing his feet in a bolt to find the nearest contraptions to use for cover. The distance was long to close. In a moment of confusion he slipped and a sharp stab to his chest ripped a hole in his clothes. Did they just kill who he thought was the boss? It only pointed to a coup they staged to get rid of him and Markus got involved. He picked himself up and himself the remaining gap.


His heart beat loud in his ears, hitting hard at his rib cage. He plummeted to the ground that he felt was cold now, hearing the commotion becoming a distant sound in the back. God was he in a mess. Air had trouble getting to his lungs. Where is his backup? Well, something had to be done. With or without them. He sneaked a look, squinting, and pulled the trigger. He missed. Markus waited for another chance to retaliate, The bullets echoing against the rusting metal, sparks jumping in the air. He tried again. A clear vision of where to aim stuck in his eye as he pulled the trigger. "One down!" Markus gasped. His light colored jacket was dyed dark as his back exposed a stream of his own blood. His vision burned into blackness. The sounds becoming nothing but a horrible dream. "I don't have time for this," he thought to himself. "They are still out there and I need to stop them." His head drooped, fading away.

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[Zara_The_Huntress]

PuffyCake

Shots went off. Soon all were leaping and diving for cover save one. His second had fallen to the ground while his crew took up spots to hide their forms avoiding the spray. He rolled and tumbled into the closest bay doors before sprinting. This was not how he believed his day was to be. Malik drew into the shadows fast as the enemy foots steps followed suit. He kept quiet before shooting off his own gun drawing attention to that one spot before escaping the other way. He recalled the blueprints. Malik sent more shots off and ran the other way aiming for the path first ran through. A difficult notion but he was sure he could...His arm burned. He went forth with his plan and ease his eyes to his wound. Minor thankfully with all the leather he wore. Still breached the skin though.

They only had some time before the whole dazzling lights arrived on site. He grunted and clenched his teeth before darting across the warehouse floor shooting along. He managed to hit one and wound another gaining a graze along his cheek. He tumbled dodging a spray of bullets. Huffing he took cover allowing his eyes to dart about taking in the area. He thought about how this all went wrong. The man had guts when he surged into a stance against them all... Of course his fellow associates decided to go off on them. Once more he pushed off into the asphalt.

Malik tripped. One gun went scrapping across the floor. He turned and aimed at his trackers. A body dropped and none followed after. He looked at what caught his foot.


Malik eased out of slumber, his gun clenched in his hand. Most of his right arm from the shoulder down was wrapped. He was suppose to be wearing a sling, but he tossed that aside getting up and putting on a loose long grey sleeve. His slacks were placed more slowly. The bullet he had gain made him thusly slow. The King walked out of his room. No coffee.... His eyes narrowed before the men scrambled. With his second critical from the bullet rampage, his goons were stuck dealing with his simple needs.... Malik carried his gun and nearly aimed it at one man. “Get me my coffee in the next three minutes or else.” As he watched one stumble about the kitchen, he looked down to the hall a slight irritation eased onto his face. The King watched his men ground the coffee. Amusing, they didn't expect this task now did they? Malik walked down the hall to the room where the invalid was. His medic did patch him up, but he was still out cold. Malik dare not go without caffeine, but that seem to take a lifetime. Malik walked in to the room where the cop was laid out in his spare bedroom. A guard stood by in the hall. He couldn't believe that this man not only blundered his deal but malik ended up tripping over his limp form. “So very amusing.”