Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"My friends, I advise you put down your arms. Before I cut off your arms. Clearly, your lives are worth more than a few measly whatever the fuck your deal involves, so I suggest you give my associate his money now."

I draw my revolver, now loaded with thermite.

"This thing is packing thermite rounds, so I suggest you comply with me."

 

[Paddy the Second]

I knife kick (literally) the one pointing a gun at me in the wrist, he cries out in pain and drops his gun, I knee him in the face and pick up the gun, before the other can react I shoot him in the neck and take back my rifle. "Tell your boss that if he tries to fuck with me again I'll take down every single one of you bitches personally." Me and Salt walk away.

 

[Saltarius]

"God we are such eternal badasses." I say as rifle for the two men's wallets. Or whatever the hell they keep their money in.

"Shit, it's boonbucks."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"There'll be an exchange thing somewhere. And I really don't know why their boss thought that was a good idea."

 

[Saltarius]

"I doubt our influence has spread across the stars yet. They don't know not to fuck with the G-Team."

A sinister grin grows on my face.

"Let's show them why."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"No Salt, I'd rather continue to keep earning then raid a drug lord. Who the fuck am I kidding?" I execute one of the guys gangland style. "You wanna take the other one?"

 

[Saltarius]

"THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!"

I slice the other's head off in dramatic fashion, like Macleod before me.

"Time to raid this station."

 

[Paddy the Second]

We burst dramatically through the door into the first room of the drug lord's base. I shoot the door guard in the face and recock the repeater. "Alright fuckers where's the money?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Fuck the money, where's the blood?"

I drive my blade through one of the mooks rushing to the door to deal with us.

"Actually, the money would be nice too."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"To be honest we don't really need money do we?" I gun down the remaining gangsters in the room. "Sounds like they're preparing to meet us in the next room." I flip over a table and get behind it.

 

[Saltarius]

"Fuck that shit, I have protection!"

I vault over the table and begin to slice the barrels off the gangsters guns and then slice them.

"Alright, that'd probably be the last of them. Unless there's a convinient pool and a guy who looks like Tony Montana."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"That's almost a certainty." We enter the last room, the drug lord is cowering behind his desk. "Wow, you're really bad at this." He screams "Take the money!" And throws it at us. I shoot him in the dick and pistol whip him to death. I then take all the money. "Well that was diverting."

 

[Saltarius]

I then take the body and dump it in the pool below the balcony. Because there is one.

"We need to cash in on this empire. We need to operate at nightly hours. We need a crew. We need to be...a Midnight Crew."

Salt> Spontaneously burst into song with Paddy

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Well I'm already wearing a suit. And we do stay up very late in the mall. But how do we cash in on this shit?"

 

[Saltarius]

"They've probably got a couple metric tons of space crack or something. We begin by selling. We find some fences for stolen things. We build our empire from their ruins."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"You're the boss. Literally. I don't know how to run a gang." I find an address book. "Guess I'll go establish our place here."

 

[Saltarius]

"Good. Good. Make our names known. I want every man to fear me. I want every woman to love me. I want every child to aspire to one day reach my greatness."

I sit in the bloodstained swivel chair of the former boss.

"For now, I am known as Spades. Spades Slick."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Guess that makes me Diamonds Droog, and Zombie is Hearts Boxcars. But who would want to be Clubs Deuce?"

 

[Wackymon]

Diane bounces up to Salt, "Hi! Whats going on!~"

 

[Saltarius]

"Sigma or Knife it'd seem. But that's besides the point. We need to establish our prescence. Now, out and out killing people is stupid. We need to do hits on important public figures."