Here in one of the many districts of Megalopolis lies the industrial center. This is where the thugs come to play, and their leaders keep all manner of lovely hideouts and goodies. One particular warehouse stands out, its wall having been burst through from the inside, a regular occurrence in some of the less frequented areas. Eli Wallace, entering from Luigi's Italian Restaurant Eli had been ignored for the last time. He was going to wreak absolute havoc on the thugs that were in Luigi's little 'club.' Eli was beyond caring about anything. He found a man of questionable repute, hoping he was particularly tied in with the mafia. The fact that the fellow was Italian didn't help his case. He grabbed the man, and dove back into an alleyway with him. With a resounding crunch and the sound of flesh tearing, Eli had taken on the man's identity. The vocal chords were gnarly ones, but Eli was trying it. It was odd at first, talking with the Italian's voice. It was close enough to pass for the real deal, he figured. He moved through the district, looking for anything that'd give away the Mafia affiliation.
Aaron laughed and raised up the bottle of beer in a celebratory manner he found in a mini fridge on the boat they borrowed and accidentally caused the boat to almost crash into a buoy. He put the beer down into a cup holder, looking apologetic to Katyusha and got the boat under control and after a few bumpy moments he managed to dock the boat with a small crash against the dock. He did decently well for driving a boat for the first time. He got off the controls walking over to Katyusha and hugged her close bringing her against his chest. "We did it babe. We really did ir! We are free!" he said kissing her. He stopped for a second realizing where they were and noticed they were in the warehouse district where they used to hang out with the mafia. "Heh...Shall we go pay some of our old friends a visit? I'm sure they have lots of money they wouldn't mind sharing with us."
She kissed him back, smiling. Aaron spoke; "Heh...Shall we go pay some of our old friends a visit? I'm sure they have lots of money they wouldn't mind sharing with us." She laughed deviously. "I think that is a delicious idea, love." She straightened her back, rubbing her arm, and leaning in to kiss him again. "But, are you sure its wise?" She wasn't sure digging up old bones was the best idea, after all, they had just escaped. I'd be a shame to fall back into prison again. But then again, she was a rather hard person to catch. It was a gorgeous, sunny day, and she soaked in the sun gleefully. The sun fed her, it made her happy.
He smiled as he kept the prison pants since those were the only cloths they had but he took off the shirt and with a small flick he tossed it into the air as it turned into ash. He decided it would be better to go shirtless until they found new cloths to wear. "Yesh, this time we will be ready for them and they won't be able to stop us" He said watching you as you checked out his body.
She admired his bare chest, it was well toned, very attractive, but she still couldn't shake the thought that returning to the mafia was a bad idea. They had abilities. But she didn't know... what could they do to stop the two of them? He had a valid point. They wouldn't be ready for the both of them. But what if they were working with the cops? She just didn't know. She wasn't a leader, though, and she would follow him. "If you think so."
[Entering From MPD Headquarters] The music blared in the shady nightclub as the ladies danced across the stage. The massive entity of metal and flesh was leaning against a wall with smoke drifting up out of the area where his visor connected to the rest of the suit. After a few moments the visor and 'head' swung upwards to reveal the heavily mechanized face of the living power cell. His flesh covered in electricity. On of the suit's massive claws reached in and grabbed the cigar in his mouth to flick the ash away. "Double Claro, they don't make these by hand like they did forty years ago. You'd be hard-pressed to find them for sale... unless you tried the black market." Viktor spoke to himself, using the other claw to delicately pick up his bottle of schnapps and take a long swig. He could enjoy this club, the music was soothing and the women beautiful. Perhaps the crimelords weren't as bad as he thought, the bouncers certainly kept the peace around here. Shrugging his mechanical shoulders, Viktor placed the cigar back in his mouth and relaxed for what felt like the first time in decades. He had stopped along the way here and organized his equipment to be neatly strapped to the suit and easy to access in case he had to swap out. Viktor had left the Saluki Particle Projectile Cannon on his left arm, but swapped his right arm's weapon for a Bloodhound Grenade Launcher using White Phosphorus incendiary grenades. The music swapped and Viktor grinned. They knew their music, as they were playing his favorite song.
He embraces your hug holding you for a good few minutes. He was so long in the box and he truly missed you. After letting go he gently garbed your hand and walked off into the warehouse district. It was a bit lonely except for the lines outside the club where some of the mafia's important goons hanged out. He stopped with a bit of distance from the club and thought for a moment as he watched the bouncer. They would never get past him with out making a scene and then everyone would know. He remembered the layout of the building and looked at Katyusha. "Hey babe think you can take us through this wall here?" he said after leading her to the back part of the club where the bouncer can't see.
Katyusha nodded, taking Aaron's hand, "Hold on to your balls, stud." She didn't have much energy left, the supply of light was too low for the process to be easy. She had to concentrate to marshal the last of her supply, like emptying her lungs, she breathed the light out into her skin, it flooded her arms and legs, spreading to Aaron. Now they were ethereal, just floating there. No matter how many times she had done it, it never ceased to elate her, the feeling of being nothing but a flow of energy. She flowed through the wall, dragging Aaron with her, letting the photons leak through the molecular structure of the wall, seeping in like a fog. A moment they were outside, and now they were in. She was out of energy, they re materialized, and they dropped to the floor. She was breathing heavily, landing on her knees, while Aaron landed safely on his feet.
Seeing a flicker that disturbed the flow of the bar, Viktor's cybernetic eye flicked to the side and locked onto the couple who had just entered the bar. The man looked as though he was wearing the lower half of a prisoner's uniform. Sighing, Viktor put out the smoldering remains of his cigar and downed the rest of the Schnapps. His suit, now it came into better lighting, had multiple scorch marks across the chest and a large crack in the visor... likely from a minor skirmish on the way here. "You two going to be alright?" The man asked while the headpiece locked into the rest of the suit "Best not to limp around like a wounded animal here, the local wolves will pounce.". Damn, Viktor thought, the DJ was a master of musical taste.
Katyusha used Aaron's hand to bring herself to her feet, brushing off her jeans. (She had found them in the boat.) She turned to to the strange, strange man who had come up to disturb them. She faced him, her hair coming down over her face. She brushed it away with her hand angrily. "Who the hell are you?" She snapped, reaching instinctively to where she usually kept her knife. It was gone. The little totem of assurance.
Aaron instantly got defensive pulled Katyusha a bit back and got infront of Viktor close up completely ignoring that he is bigger then him and could most likely crush him being a massive metal suit and all. "I don't recall you being in the mafia. Can I help you with something?" Aaron hissed
"Actually, was looking to see if you required aid. I see you are perfectly fine//able. Returning to my observance//protection subroutines." The massive machine responded, turning sharply and walking back to where he was originally reclining. To the prison escapees, Viktor appeared as a massive defensive drone marked with the scars of battle with a strange attraction to the tunes here. "Resting//Hibernating.".
"Who the hell was that creep?" Katyusha said, with a bit of venom. She shrugged off the experience, turning to Aaron. "Why are we even here? Whats so important about this bar?" It looked like a machine. It acted like one. She shook her head. She had no idea. She looked around, scanning the dingy bar. She almost feared for her safety. She knew about places like this, young girl on the streets like herself. She'd been to places like these many times, always shaking off men. The drunk ones could be a problem.
Eli was tailing this pair of lovers who had escaped. It was a very intriguing setup, watching their landing. He had been perched on a rooftop, making use of his body-manipulation to easily jump from building to building in a silent, predatory pursuit. He heard they were wanting to get back into the Mafia. This was his perfect opportunity for him. They made their way to a club, which he saw as the perfect excuse to mingle with them. If he was right about their motives for this club, they wanted in on this club because it was a Mafia setup. Perfect. He watched them, and sized up everything. The predatory nature of his powers made his mouth water, and his eyes wild. He watched with due patience, wanting in. He made sure he was in the form of the Italian man, and walked up to the bouncer. He kept to the accent of sorts, but spoke flatly and with relative indifference. "I need to get inside. I have a man I need to talk to. I have a message from on high."
Katyusha knew the drill and while she covered him, he went to the door that led to the back of the club and stuck out his finger causing a highly concentrated flame to appear like a blow torch and after a few moments he got through the lock on the door. Quickly getting inside with Katyusha they looked around for any signs of the club's money. The mafia owed them big time and they were here to collect. Starting with their little club and eventually the big man Luigi him self.
Aaron & Katyusha - While the music was still blaring in the front of this makeshift club built into a Warehouse, Aaron was concentrating his energy into his fingers. It had to be perfect, this was a skill he was trying out before he got arrested, and to be honest, he was a little bit rusty. As Aaron made a snap between three of his fingers on his right hand. It was enough of a spark for him to keep the flame active and alive, making a sort of high pressurized blow torch flame atop of his right index finger. Similar to preforming surgery, breaking into a lock was to be done delicately, blasting the keyhole and breaking the little lever that was inside, was much easier than trying to blast through the entire lock that bolted the door. After a few minutes of detailed work, you felt the door knob loosen. You were in, and you turned the handle now. The backroom had a similar distinction to that of the other parts of the warehouse, metal walls, metal roof and of course a metal doors. The back had multiple rooms, the first was a sort of lounge it seemed, with couches and a fairly modest TV on a stand of boxes. Some liquor bottles were left on a table next to the door, as well as a dress shirt laid on the ground as if thrown there. Coming into the room you were on its far right side. In front of you was another metal door, and on your right, across the lounge, was two other doors near the green couch. What allured you the most however, was that one of the two farther doors had a tie around the door knob. Eli - As you approached the entrance to what looked like just a regular Warehouse, with the except of some bass being heard within as you got closer, you noticed the two bouncers their fedora hats pressed to their heads, look at you. "Hey, you? What do you think you are doing here?" the bouncer said to Eli. A cigarette in his mouth, he took it out and dabbed it on the metal frame shingles of the warehouse, putting it out. "I need to get inside. I have a man I need to talk to. I have a message from on high." "Interesting, a likely story," said the bouncer who put out his cigarette. "I am not buying it though. I've never seen you, nor did you give us your name. You're obviously not suppose to be here. After all, we are just moving some last minute cargo." he told you as an excuse they tell wandering police officers. "Very precious cargo," he said now sarcastically. You were about to attack them, it would be so easy you thought, at least the one who put out his cigarette, he didn't even have his gun equipped on him. It laid on a few boxes behind him. Nevertheless, you hesitated as the other bouncer spoke up. "Randy, I think he means to see that new guy that came in to see the boss." "You mean the one with the red shirt?" said the one with the cigarette. "Yeah, and the big muscles, did you see those biceps? He must work out like a champ. This guy looks like the same kind of figure," was what the second bouncer said to the first. The first looked over you for a few seconds, and commented "Well my colleague here thinks you are with one of our guests, and we hate to be rude, well to such a Tank like that. Plus you never know what business we might get, so its your lucky day buttercup." he said to you joking, opening the warehouse's door for you and allowing you to get in. You had to show tremendous concentration not to just attack them right now. Walking inside, the room was fairly lit up, with a random assortment of strobe lights and colors. Though it just looked like they hung up whatever they could find cheaply, as even Christmas lights decorated the place. The music had shifted beats now, it was a little bit more slower but was electronic. Various gang members and loosely dressed women were dancing in the place. Others were at the bar, taking swifts at the bartender, who had an eye-patch over his right eye. However you were more concerned with looking for that couple from earlier. Scanning the facility, it took you several minutes, but eventually found them in the back and more abandoned part of the club. One was kneeling the other, the girl, was looking around. The girl did not notice you, as you were safely behind some cargo boxes. When they finally broke in through the lock, they rushed in and closed the door. The coast for now was clear for you, if you decided to follow them inside.
Glasses gleaming in the street light, Denil slowly walks towards the club, one hand fiddiling with somthing in his pocket, other hand holding a case for his glasses. He puts the cleaning cloth back in his case, right as he arrives at the club. He nods to the bouncer, "Can I get in?" he says, gesturing to the club.
Denil - You were wandering through the acres and acres of metal warehouses that made a grid in this part of town. The wind brushing past you could smell the ocean air as it moved in through the alleyways between the massive buildings. It took more than an hour for you to get to this club that you heard so much of, well overheard about really, you weren't much of a mobster but you heard from a black market vendor about this place. Interested to take a look, you set off to find it. Navigating the Warehouse District though was harder than you expected, so many locations looked so similar, and so many Warehouses lacked proper addresses and numbering, so many of the times you had to guess. Though you finally knew you had arrived when hearing the loud bombastic bass from inside of the makeshift club's building. Upon reaching the Warehouse's entrance, your eyes met with the eyes or two bouncers standing outside the closed metal door. They were cracking jokes, as one of them pulled out a new cigarette from its carton and lit it up again. "That past guy sure gave me a look," said the one with a cigarette. "Oh yeah, he gave you the look like he was going to shoot you right there and then, if he had a gun, of course," the other one said laughing as he took another puff into his own cigarette. "No kidding, but he's no where near the freak that I saw when that red shirt guy came in..." the man paused as he saw you coming closer. "Hey you over there! What do you think you are doing here?" he asked you. "Can I get in?" you asked him, to which he laughed and nearly scoffed at you. "You? Who are you?" The man with a newly cigarette barked, "Give us your name and perhaps a few Jacksons and we will tell you if you can get in." The man responded to you, asking for bribe money to let you in.
He chuckles, then gives the Bouncer a look of pure contempt. "No, I think you're just going to let me in." He smiles, a feral smile. "I think you're just going to let me pass, and I also think that you will let me pass you every time I come here." "Isen't that right?" He takes a cloth out of his pocket, and somehow manages to look dangerious while wiping his glasses. He then puts his glasses back on, and walks pass the two Bouncers, not giving them a secend glance.
Aaron got into the back area with Katyusha a few moments later unaware that anyone was watching them. They looked around and saw the three doors. "Hey babe let's get for this one" he said as she reached out to the door with the tie on it.
