Mike™
Skilled Metahuman
Posts : 115
Join date : 2011-01-09
Age : 30
Location : Steel City, UK
RPG character
Name: Mike Stokes
Code Name:
Villain or good guy?: Evil
 |  Subject: Project: Takeover  Fri Jul 08, 2011 7:30 pm | |
| The scene would be the Docks, late night with hardly a sole in sight that is until a 4x4 pulls up to one of the warehouses nearby the ocean. Followed by another and another, as the 4x4’s emptied out men armed with guns and dressed in neat black suits. A mobster would get out of the second car, he would neaten his suit a little pulling down the tie and running his hand across it to straighten the tie out, before giving a nod to one of his men. Who escorted him into the warehouse, a briefcase at hand as he entered the warehouse, a good half of his men followed him, the remaining stood guard outside, as inside the building sat two chairs and a table between them, the mobster taking his seat, pulling the chair in as he now awaited his business, instructing his men to patrol the inside, as he began to here a number of more vehicles pulling up outside, and in under a few minutes, the doors slided open, the banging on the shutters with every ridge in the sheet metal. As the Mike with a Mouth had entered the warehouse, his lackies following him inside, this was now a staredown contest between the Project and the men protecting our mobster looking to do business. Mike strolled over to the man at the table, taking a seat himself. He leant back in his chair, taking a general look at the mobster infront of him. During which he took out a cigarette and lighted it, Stokes took a drag of the cigarette before opening his mouth.
Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name, my finger slipped on the trigger before your messenger finished what he was saying, infact I didn’t get anything of what he was saying other than to meet at this location and time, I was kinda daydreaming at the time. My apologies for that.
The man pushed his lips together, looking at Mike as he took a sigh, looking to his men almost disturbed, but the conversation had to continue. As the man spoke his Nigerian accent becoming apparent.
Mr Azikiwe
My name is Mr, Azikiwe. And the reason of our meeting is a offer we would like to present to you, if you wouldn’t mind…
Mike looked at the man, a shrug of his shoulders as he leant forwards, resting his elbows on the table.
Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
I’m all ears Mr ‘Azikiwe’.
Mr Azikiwe
Well, as you know, I and my men, we have our territory, a very happy and comfortable territory. We don’t feel the need to expand further into the city. We are happy with our current drugs and firearms trading in the area. The thing is, we know of you and your ‘plans’ to apparently takeover the city. And what we would like to offer is a…truce, a fair deal, and that you go on your way. And we go our way, and there would not be a need for a issue between our two businesses to collide.
Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
Well, Mr Azikiwe. As you know, we do need any merging of our business, if we want your place, we will take it.-
Mr Azikiwe
But, then your…’Project’ have another burden on their hand, as our business supplies drugs and firearms to any and all. Everyone will come looking to you, which puts more on your plate, my proposition is 40% of our profits made monthly, and access to my supplies, forces and men should you need them.
Mr Azikiwe then threw his briefcase on the table, opening the latches to reveal a sum of money placed neatly in the case.
Mr Azikiwe
And a starting profit for you personally.
Mike looked at the case, sitting back in his chair again, his eyes not going off the case. Contemplating the thought of this truce. When one of Mike’s lackies began to speak.
Lackie
The money is there, I repeat the money is there.
Both of the men now looked to the lackies, who pulled out his gun, along with the rest of the Project, not only on Azikiwe and his men, but on Stokes too, Mike was confused to say the least, the men of Azikiwe aimed at the Project, both ready to open fire. When from outside screams and yells for help would be heard, the doors then slided open once more, but this time with unimaginable force, bouncing off the end of the sliders as they fully opened. More lackies entered, but with two men infront of them. Both being Viktor and Nikoli Sokolov, Nikoli walking just behind to the left of Viktor, who walked to the table, stopping a couple of feet away from Stokes.
Mr Azikiwe
What is the meaning of this!? Who are you!? Why do you kill my me-
Viktor then stopped the man, his thick and deep Russian accent bellowing out.
Viktor Sokolov
Gentlemen, Dobryĭ vecher (Good Evening), pardon the interruption to your err…little meeting. But with the situation at hand, I’d like to introduce myself, my name, is Viktor Sokolov. And this, this is my brother Nikoli. We come here today to inform you, that you are both…err how would you put it…kaput, out of business. We hate to inform you on such short notice but things like this happen when they happen. I’m sure gentlemen of your nature can understand.
This was unpleasing to Mr Azikiwe, who breathed heavily with his anger, his hands rolling into fists.
Mr Azikiwe
The only thing about to be out of business is you and your brother who dare to interrupt me. MEN!
Azikiwe signaled as his men held their AK47’s at the two siblings, some members of The Project aimed back at the men, but Viktor signaled to lower their weapons, Nikoli took a step forward, now by the side of his brother Viktor.
Viktor Sokolov
Gentlemen while I can understand your reasoning behind aiming at me I’m afraid you took things too far in my line of business, my brother if you will.
Viktors wish was Nikoli’s command, who held his right hand, twisting his wrist as front man of Azikiwe’s firing squad turned and fired back on his men. Killing a few while he was still alive before being shot by the men, but that didn’t keep the man’s corpse of the trigger, as Nikoli sprayed bullets along the men, eventually tossing the corpse to the side as he had killed all but one who took cover from the attack. But he wasn’t to be saved, as he tried to fire at the Sokolov’s, Nikoli would toss the man up in the air, sending him busting through the sheet metal roof with one of those canned stars wars screams followed out of the warehouse, Nikoli then sent the table with the briefcase off to the side, before lifting up Mr Azikiwe himself, Viktor gave a smile, shaking his head as he went by Mike, to Azikiwe, bringing out his machete from the holster on his side.
Viktor Sokolov
Now what was the point of that? All you have done now is brought yourself to be known as the one of many who thought he could outbest the Sokolov’s.
With that, Viktor plunged the machete upwards into Azikiwe’s chest, entering upward from just below his rib cage. Azikiwe kicked and struggled for a few moments before eventually going limp. Viktor then took the blade out from Azikiwe, Nikoli tossing the body to one side. All that was left now, was Stokes, the Sokolov’s and a good 30-40 lackies with guns trained on Mike. Viktor wiped his blade of the blood with his index finger and thumb. Before looking to Mike. A small chuckle as he walked by him.
Viktor Sokolov
Hehe, Mike Stokes, the man I hear about nonstop over in Russia, you are quite the znamenitostʹ…Kak eto skazat' paangliyski? (Celebrity…how do you say that in English) ‘Celebrity’?
Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
I try my best, and I gotta admit, you pulled the wool over my eyes boys. Good work, it’s a shame that now you have some good thinking skills. Not just there to be my sandbags for cover.
Viktor Sokolov
Well Mr Stokes, I’m afraid your friends here decided you were too dangerous for them now, and instead they come to me to guide them for the foreseeable future, while I’d love to sit here and talk to you, I’m afraid there’s a city waiting for me, so we must chat again sometime. For now…
Viktor looked to Nikoli, who walked up to Mike, putting both hands near his head, with guns trained.
Viktor Sokolov
Any words to your departing comrades’?
Mike sat there for a few moments, taking a smoke of his cigarette as he thought through for a reply.
Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
The only thing I have to say, is that the minute I cure over from whatever your about to do to me. You are all marked as dead, you 'Viktor' I'm saving you for last.
The lackies laughed, along with Viktor, who chuckled slightly, then signaling his brother to continue as Nikoli began to throw Mike’s consciousness deep inside his own mind. The last words for Stokes to hear from Viktor being.
Viktor Sokolov
Heh, good luck with that.
Nikoli then pushed his hands slightly, as Mike looked lifeless in his seat, the police sirens blaring in the distance as Viktor, Nikoli and the new Project left the area, getting into the Project vans before taking off. Knowing that the police would arrive soon.
End
(For those wanting to RP, I shall post something else with Viktor tomoz or something, felt it was best to end it here  ) | |
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