2012.07.27.V.Dagger.Quest

It doesn't take long for LaVey to arrive at the pre-arranged meeting place. It does, however, take him quite awhile to actually walk in, as he is in his Alexander guise and does not risk exposing his cover by moving at the pace he would prefer. Once inside, he stands near an exit with his back to the wall. After all, even with other Nosferatu you cannot be too careful.

Looked like the other 'Nossie' was in a guise as well. A big fat slob of an Italian mafioso. More caricature then man. The man bobs his head up to Alex and motions him over. "Hello.." he says, lifting up a brief case. "But, he he he...Favors need to be returned, no?" he sets the briefcase down on a stool..That he just must have brought from home. "Come, let us speak...There is a matter I need taking care of."

"Indeed. Nothing is free, not even between those of the same blood," LaVey/Alexander replies as he moves closer to the mysterious stranger. The briefcase is given a curious glance but not commented upon as he does indeed move to stand nearer to the man. "What is it you would have me do?"

There is a shift in the rafters and then a bang. Deafening, a sniper rifle goes off. An ambush! How many in the rafters?! The one with the brief case is moving to draw a pistol and God knows who or what else is lurking ready to strike!

"I do not..." Alex says before he is cut off by the sound of the shot and almost immediate impact in his chest. The creature lets out a howl of indignation and immediately backpedals for the safety of the shadows. In his hand a throwing knife appears and he makes to bury it in the fat man.

The blade hits true, and the man is stumbling back. The layers of fat and vitae enchanted stamina of the man however allows him to draw his pistol and pop off a shot at the V as the sniper does the same. Bullets coming in from two directions and...What was that? The smell of...Smoke? Crimson flames starting to lick at the back of the warehouse behind the fat ghoul. The fire must have been started from outside but it was rapidly spreading within...

Quick like the energizer bunny, LaVey darts forward and grabs the briefcase off the table using his left hand. Immediately after he has it in hand he begins to retreat, but a frown comes over his face. The briefcase is fucking heavy and something ain't right about that. However, he keeps it and attempts to obfuscate himself, partially failing and r

As the 'mark' starts to fade the ghouls redouble their effort. The sniper takes aim once more and Mr. Fatty says 'fuck the gun' and just charges at V with the intent to tackle him. The only exit that isn't engulfed in flames is the door V came in through. But there is an oh so soft..Click. Thar sounds from it, oh whatever could that be?

The blades smacks Fatty in the forehead and he falls at Vs feet, sliiiding on the ground a liveless lump of obese flesh... But when V opens that briefcase? There is a blinding flash of fire and shrapnel. It would be like detonating a claymore with your face..

Just in case he needs a dead ghoul for something, LaVey the Almost Unseen grabs the fat man's corpse and then hightails it for the door. The sound of a shot is heard and a bullet buries itself in the corpse-shield. With mighty, unnatural force V breaks down the door using the ghoul as a battering ram, then holds it in front of him as a shield in case there are more enemies outside.

As he breaks down the door BAM BAM BAM! Another ghoul opens with with a semi automatic shotgun. The corpse is all but fucking obliterated, leaving only a few stubby fat lumps left in Vs hands...

As the ghoul goes down the /true/ assasin makes itself known. The Nos dropping obf directly behind LaVey and sinking two daggers into him, one into each kidney...The creature leans in with gnarled lips he presses to Vs ear and says oh so softly. "Leon sends his regards..." as he twist the daggers.

LaVey feathers the shotgun wielding ghoul with knives and sends him to the ground in a puddle of blood, piss, and shit. Then the daggers hit his elderly organs and he howls in pain. The creature's last two throwing daggers come out as he attempts to run to put some distance between himself and his brother bent on fratricide.

At supernatural speeds LaVey takes off through the warehouse district. Bobbing and weaving but not tucking and rolling, he makes his way through the dark streets. For a moment, he slows down and starts to coo like some sort of mad bird whisperer, then he is running all out once again.

As V slows the Assassin nearly catches up. In fact, he is about a foot away from stabbing distance when the first bird SMACKS into his face. It doesn't hurt, but at the speed he was moving it sends a spray of feathers and gore up and even then more birds are fluttering around his head, leaving him dazed for a moment as he violently flails and flashes the birds to bits and gives V enough time to open quite the gap.

That is all the time LaVey needs. The stupid fast nosferatu runs for it and twists through black alleys until it is sure that is has lost its pursuer.