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[Graded]Two Knights, One Job.
Topic Started: May 28 2013, 06:55 AM (1,491 Views)
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Marcus was busy getting ready when Laura shambled into his armor room, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Her hair was mess and she was still in her nightwear. She looked at Marcus without focus. Marcus looked up at her with mild surprise.

"What are you doing up?" He asked.

"I heard you walking about the house." She grumbled. "Marcus, it's six am, what are you doing up?"

"Getting ready." He answered simply.

Laura rubbed her face and eyes, letting them travel down her hair before they rested at her hips. "Where is it this time?"

They had this conversation many times. Every time Marcus was preparing to leave. These days they were getting a little less common, seeing as Marcus was going out of the way to take jobs close to home, but still, every now and then, Marcus had to go somewhere for a few days. These instances rarely proved to be happy ones.

"Dandelion Sector."

Laura's eyes widened. Even in her sleepy state, she knew what that meant and what kind of danger he would be put in. Suffice to say, the Dandelion Sector was not the more favorable of areas to visit.

"Dandelion Sector! But that's-"

"I know." Marcus interrupted. "But what am I going to do, say 'no'?"

Laura pursed her lips, crossing her arms. She wasn't happy with the state of things, but she had resigned herself to this fact long ago, Marcus was a knight and sometimes his job had a certain degree of unsavory to it. Being a knight was not exactly a glamorous job.

"I'll be fine, apparently they're sending some higher up to help me." Marcus said in an attempt to placate Laura. "I've heard a lot about this guy, he's supposed to be some sort of legend. His name is Aiden Vakarian, I think."

He knew that it would do little to ease her worry, but Marcus had to try. He felt bad for Laura, being forced to disappear for days at a time, leaving her alone like that. He needed to make it up to her sometime. He made a silent promise to do just that.

With his belongings in order, he hefted them in his pack. Marcus walked over to Laura and hugged her, kissing her on the forehead.

"I'll be back in a few days."

She nodded silently, though the frown had noticeably eased.




Marcus sat on the rooftop of a building overlooking the entirety of the Dandelion Sector. It was a sad view. The whole city seemed to have been plastered with a dull grey color. There was no plant life to add diversity, and no activity to give it life. The only thing that seemed to occupy space in the area were sad, pathetic buildings. As for life, it mostly came in the form of a huddled figure in an alleyway and vermin.

Marcus had taken special care to 'blend in'. What that meant was that Marcus dressed in his oldest and worst clothes, padded his pack with rags to his prevent the sound of armor or weaponry from clanking and concealed any hints of his status as a knight. He knew that the Sector had barely any law enforcement, so if someone found out he was a knight, then his cover was pretty much blown. As a personal touch, he smeared grime on his face and arms. The result left Marcus looking like your average vagabond.

What brought Marcus to Dandelion was a job given to him by HQ. He had been told that there was a high profile operation being run here by some gang of sorts or something. Apparently they had got their hands on something the HQ didn't want them to have. And it was up to Marcus and Aiden to find this... thing whatever it was and get it back.

He sat stoically as he waited for the other knight to show up. Once he showed up, they could get to the task at hand. The sooner, the better, as well, Marcus could feel the fleas beginning to infest his head.
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The exploits of the so-called Peacemaker were well-known and highly regarded in the knight community. Although some attributed the fact that men under his command died seemingly pointlessly to that boar, the general opinion regarding him was overall positive. Aiden D. Vakarian, the man who had become known as the Azorius Sentinel, shared a similar amount of notoriety as this Peacemaker. He too had fought against the relentless Boscan war machine and men had died under his command. However, both men had fought bravely and valiantly in their respective battles, massively contributing to the overall victory. The Peacekeeper had reportedly been one of the men who had personally struck and inevitably killed the fearsome General Garruk, while Aiden had recovered from the traumatic experience of men dying under his command to assume the role and responsibility of leader in the battle to retake Poinsettia.

Now, here they were - meeting face-to-face as fellow knights assigned to the same task. For awhile, Aiden had only heard rumors and hearsay about this man. Scuttlebutt and gossip commonly flowed through the grapevine at headquarters and the barracks. However, after Aiden's partner and co-founding member of the Dauntless Vanguard Ecclair Farron Bellum had been tasked with the role to supervise a test of sorts that this Peacekeeper had undergone he began to know more and more about this man.

So far, there were two individuals which struck out as having great potential as knights, at least as far as Aiden himself was concerned. The first was Riven, a fledgling knight that Aiden had been tasked to patrol alongside. He saw potential in that woman, however she lacked experience. However, from what Aiden could gather, the other -- Marcus Faldin, the Peacekeeper himself, was also the other major up and coming knight. He already had experience, having been tested by the horrors and trials of war when Bosco attacked. Not only that, he had already achieved the rank of Corporal, futher bolstering the fact that he was no longer green around the gills. Besides, Ecclair had personally vouched for him in a sense. While Ecclair didn't necessarily say that in those exact words, Aiden knew the woman well enough to read her thoughts at least somewhat reliably.




Now, as for the assignment itself... Sadly, the details were horridly vague. One of the larger gangs had acquired something that HQ didn't want them to have. If retrieval was the main task of this assignment then it was obvious that it was something of great significance. Considering that they were running some complex high profile operations, it was possible that whatever they had acquired was what was increasing their productivity. When it comes to gangs or criminal enterprises like these, Aiden knew well enough that when one gang becomes more powerful the balance of power rapidly shifts. This can cause rapid expansion for that gang, and as they begin to encroach on the territory of other criminal organizations things quickly get violent.

Regardless of this, Aiden once again had to return to Dandelion Sector. The blue-haired knight was never particularly fond of this place. The first time he had been here of his own accord he had been placed into a sticky situation where he had to fight against his own will. The second time, he had been in a series of brawls and fights both with and against a notorious dark mage. At least this time Aiden would know well enough not to stand out so much. So, Aiden had the same idea -- his clothes were significantly different from his usual get-up, looking somewhat plain but also worn in and old. Armor was heavily padded to remove the sound of shifting steel, and even then he had opted not to wear much of his armor. His breastplate, gauntlets, and greaves were the only intact pieces of armor that he wore.

The knight's pauldrons and hip armor was tossed to the wayside, as was his trusty shield. Wearing a full suit would not allow him to blend in effectively but at the same time he needed some degree of protection considering what they would possibly get into. Over his armor and dirty clothes was a heavy cloak draped over his shoulders and around his body. For the most part, Aiden appeared like an ordinary armed traveler -- something quite common in these parts. Or, at the least, he had the look of a sellsword or mercenary which was even more commonly seen in Dandelion due to the value and need for their services.

Their meeting place was in an inconspicuous location, set on a bench situated in the corner of a park in neutral territory. There were people here but with hushed tones and careful observation and vigilance it would be easy to discuss what they needed. Aiden found Marcus there first, blending in to his surroundings as he sat stoically. Aiden approached and silently sat beside him, though not before making sure he had no followers or unwanted eyes or ears observing. "Marcus," Aiden spoke, speaking his name and making it subtly clear that he was his partner assigned for this task. "Seems like we've got our work cut out for us today. Lovely weather, isn't it?"
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He mused silently as he sat. He heard many things about Aiden Vakarian, the Azorius Sentinel. He was something of a legend among the knights. There were rumors that he pulversize a building with his bare hands. Others said that he was incredibly lazy, sleeping all day, but when the knights needed something done, he was man to call. His exploits during the Boscan War were also notable. Marcus heard that he had taken a cannon shot head on with nothing but his shield to protect him. He was also largely responsible for retaking Poinsetta. If that wasn't enough already, he knew that Aiden was also associated with Ecclair Farron Bellum, another powerful knight that Marcus had met and learned from. The two are said to be close friends and leaders of the Dauntless Vanguard, rumored to be the greatest knight team in Fiore.

As one would imagine, with all this reputation and renown; Marcus had acquired a healthy amount of respect for this Aiden, though he had never met him. So when he was told that he would be working with Aiden, he became excited. The fact of working with such a figure was interesting enough for Marcus.

He yawned and shifted his seating so he didn't get stiff. For this particular task, he had opted to only bring Iustitia and some very light armor from the Talos suit. His shield and and most of the armor was left at home. This way he didn't have to worry about looking to suspicious, but still retain some of his effectiveness. He wore his gauntlets and leg guards. His normal attire consisted of old worn out jeans, a shirt and an old jacket draped over his shoulders. Iustitia was folded behind him, out of sight from people.

A man coming his way caught Marcus attention, he looked Marcus' age, and not at all scary. But something was odd about the man, he had the aura of strength about him, maybe it was the way he walked or something, but Marcus felt that there was more to this man than what he seemed. He watched him from the corner of his eye as the man sat down next to Marcus. He spoke his name, and immediately Marcus knew who he was. This man was Aiden, the knight that Marcus was supposed to work with.

"Hello Aiden," Marcus replied. "It seems we do have our work cut out, but it's some good weather, perfect for getting things done."

He looked around subtly, making sure no one was around to listen to them. "We need to infiltrate the gang and I have an idea."

He looked up to see a small group walking through the buildings, they were right on time. Marcus had done some recon beforehand, and found out that one of the gang leaders had a habit of taking walks about the city. One might expect him to be more cautious, being a gang leader and all, but in this place, everyone feared him, so he, in turn, was not afraid. Marcus had found out his usual pattern and sat right near his path, that way he could set his plan into motion. Aiden had showed up, just in time.

Seeing the group come over, nudged Aiden lightly, letting him know that it was time to act. Marcus got up and nimbly climbed down the building. Once Aiden was with him, Marcus would glance at the fast incoming group.

"Okay. Let's pick a fight." Marcus said, a mischievous look in his eye. "Go for the grunts, not the leader, we want to cause some ruckus, not get killed."

Of course, Marcus knew Aiden was much stronger and experienced that he was, not to mention that he completely outranked him so he hoped that Aiden would cooperate, he only hoped that his plan of action was a sound one.
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So, here they both were in Dandelion finally meeting face to face. However, things were all business. They had things to do and ruthless crime organizations to infiltrate. This was not going to be an easy task. There was a lot of room for error in these sort of assignments, especially since this was not necessarily Aiden's forte. When it comes to stealth, subterfuge, and reconnaissance-type missions Aiden was usually the sort of knight not utilized for those. There were other knights more experienced and capable at this than he was, or possibly could ever be. However, it was possible that because there was such a degree of danger that he was thrown into the mix. Perhaps this was why Marcus, a great potential knight, was also added into the recipe. Although, there was still the fact that Aiden had frequented Dandelion Sector several times, both of his own will but also that of the Knights. Perhaps this experience on the seedy side of Fiore would benefit them.

Fortunately, Marcus had come up with a plan of action. Up until now, Aiden had not necessarily planned too far ahead. He could be methodical, but he was still the sort of guy who preferred taking things step-by-step but still more planned out than simple gut-reaction. Regardless, Marcus' plan seemed relatively solid and was similar to what Aiden figured they would have to do here. Infiltration of the gang was the most reasonable decision, as directly confronting and engaging them would take them nowhere. They would simply hide whatever it was they had, and since the knights didn't even know what it was the mission would essentially become impossible.

Of course, if infiltrating the gang was their plan of action they still needed a way to get into the gang. Initiation into a gang isn't so simple as putting your name in. No, instead you need to make yourself known, add value to yourself and show your capabilities. Aiden had dealt with gangs and delinquents before when he was much younger. They weren't necessarily the same of course because of their varying scope and scale, however the concept was basically the same. If people know you are strong they either fear you or respect you, sometimes both. Regardless of that, they'll prefer to have you at their side instead of on the enemy side. Marcus' plan so far was what Aiden intended on doing, however Marcus had planned ahead and scoped out the pattern that a particular gang leader took, showing his insight and wit.

"I'm starting to feel nostalgic," Aiden spoke with a wry grin, briefly referencing his rough and tumble kiddy days as a juvenile delinquent.

with the group in clear sight all they had to do now was act. It was now or never, they had to use this opportunity. Starting this would be simple and easy. Thugs like these are often ready to fight at a moment's notice, usually they're willing to escalate simple accidents into full-blown fights. Using that knowledge, Aiden made his way not towards them but past them. However, as soon as he was close enough he pretended to accidentally slip and bump shoulders with one of the men in the group. A little push would quickly become a shove as the man struck back. "The hell ya think you're doing ya bastard? Ya really should pay some attention, ya scuffed my favorite shirt. I think that I'm gonna hafta make ya pay..."

The man gripped Aiden by the cuff of his shirt before quickly throwing a punch. The punch was slow, his stance was terrible. Aiden simply lazily observed every movement while the punch moved in midair. As Aiden's face was assailed with the blow, one which he barely even felt and would not even scratch him, Aiden planned his next move. He needed to show what he could do, but at the same time he didn't really need to actually kill this guy. Aiden just needed to make an impact, and what better way than to floor a guy with a single hit? As Aiden was punched yet again, this time in the gut, the knight reacted quickly. Aiden reeled back for throwing a sudden hook to the man's side, sending him flying and tumbling through the air. It seemed that he had a big breakfast as once the guy took off, he began spewing vomit in the most curious pattern while barrel rolling through the air.
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Aiden took to the task like a fish in water. The way he was able to simply pick a fight so easily was quite intriguing. Like he was almost used to getting into fights. Marcus watched as he managed to down the guy in own punch, the unfortunate grunt flew threw the air, spewing bile as did so. Marcus deadpanned. He heard of Aiden's strength, but to witness it firsthand was a different story. He made a silent vow to never invoke that wrath upon himself.

But he still had his own role to do. As Aiden punched one guy, another grunt came up to bat. He grabbed Aiden's shoulder.

"Hey pretty boy!" He started.

But Marcus placed his hand on the guy's arm and squeezed hard, the grunt's face contorted in pain. While Marcus wasn't nearly as strong as Aiden, he was still known for his strength among his peers. It wasn't uncommon for his sparring partners to be 'absent'. With his grip on the grunt's shoulder, Marcus pulled it away and turned him to face Marcus.

He smiled evilly. "You mess with my friend, you mess with me."

Despite the pain, the man managed to spit out. "Yeah? So wha-"

His words were cut short. Marcus had married his fist to the guy's jaw, his teeth popped out like popcorn from the strike. He fell to the ground in a mangled heap. Marcus turned to face the gang leader, only to find himself staring down the end of a gun barrel. There were three other grunts besides the two Marcus and Aiden had just knocked out, and they were now pointing abnormally large guns at both of them. Marcus raised his hands up slowly, but the glowering expression remained unchanged.

The gang leader was a withered old man, with a patch of white hair that framed his shiny head. He was a bit to the short side with glasses so thick they could pick up cable. He leaned on his cane as he eyed the two knights.

"Not so tough are you now?" He grunted. "Kill them."

Marcus' eye widened. That wasn't according to plan. He hadn't planned on the gang leader killing them outright. His lungs constricted as a deep sense of dread sank into his being. He watched with fearful eyes as the grunts smiled, slowly tightening the trigger, his death was incoming. Marcus closed his eyes.

"Wait."

Marcus' eyes flew open. Everything seemed to fall away. He felt like a ton of weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"We could still use them." The leader shuffled in place. "We need strong men."

"B-but sir." One man began to protest, but the gang leader held his up, silencing him.

"What do you say, boys? I'll pay you well."

A shadow of a smile played on Marcus' lips. They were in. And this was where they split up.

Marcus laughed, first quietly, then it steadily built up until he was laughter echoed across the buildings. Everyone stared at him as he laughed, a mystified look on their faces. Marcus stood up straight, regaining his composure.

"Yeah right. Like I'd work for a scumbag like you." He snarled. "Shriveled up hag, I'd sooner sell my soul to the devil himself before working for a rat like you."

To rub salt in the wound, Marcus spat on the ground in front of the gang leader.

The effect was instantaneous, like a murder of ravenous crows, the grunts descended on Marcus. The first punched him in the gut, making him cough and lose his breath. Another punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. The three of them proceeded to kick him while he was down. The onslaught was merciless, Marcus had to shield his head to prevent critical injury.

When they were finished, they picked Marcus up by the arms, and strung him up to face the leader. His entire body was battered and bruised, he had a black eye, and his mouth was full of blood. Marcus slumped in their grip.

The gang leader knelt down and pulled Marcus' face up by the chin. Marcus looked at the man with a blank look on his face, but his eyes burned with hatred. If bodily harm could be inflicted with looks, then this man would've been beaten to a pulp. He could see the leader recoil slightly at the sight. He was intimidated.

He turned away from Marcus and faced Aiden. "So what do you say, boy? Forget about your friend. Take the job."

Marcus looked at Aiden. He stared at him solemnly, his eyes giving a very clear message. 'Do it.'

"What do we do about this one, Boss?" One of the grunts said. "Kill him?"

The gang leader paused for a second. "No. Throw him in the fight pits."

Despite the pain, Marcus was happy. The plan was going as predicted. Those were his final thoughts before he was knocked out cold by a sucker punch to his skull.
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Some of these men planned on killing the two knights. Obviously, that couldn't go as planned. If Aiden wanted, he could disarm and break every single gang member here effortlessly, but if they did then their avenue into the gang itself that they needed to infiltrate would no longer be available to them. Until the very last moment, Aiden had to be patient and wait. It was an uncomfortable situation, especially considering that Marcus was being held at the point of a gun. It was an incredible risk, but it was still one that both knights knew when they took this assignment. Anything in Dandelion Sector is dangerous, but even worse is the fact that almost everything can be unpredictable. Still, Aiden couldn't simply let Marcus die here. If it came down to a decision between saving the life of his companion and the mission then Aiden would choose the former every time. But, right now he had to see if that was necessary.

It was fortunate that the leader stepped forward, stopping his men from trying to put a bullet in Marcus' head. Or, better yet, he had saved his men and himself from getting completely torn apart by a rampaging knight. In any case, one of the men had begun to protest but he was quickly silenced without a word. The leader definitely was respected by his men, or was it simply that he was feared? Regardless, Marcus' plan was moving ahead properly. Aiden was presented with an opportunity to get in the gang, get himself initiated, and search within. That was the first major obstacle that they needed to get across.

Of course, while Aiden did this, Marcus had another thing in mind for himself. Instead of joining the gang, Marcus intended on getting in elsewhere, and he had to make this message clear. Though, unfortunately he had gotten himself mercilessly beaten in the process. It was uncomfortable just standing and watching, but Aiden kept his face stern and emotionless. Marcus would recover no doubt -- he wasn't weak. The look in Marcus' eyes was absolutely fierce. Aiden felt glad that he himself wasn't the target of that glare. Regardless, he was injured but he didn't seem broken, at least not yet. Marcus' doom was inevitably going to be the fight pits. The fight pits of Dandelion were something Aiden had experienced not once, but twice. If he was clever and determined, Marcus would get out of there. He had to, really. If Marcus had something to live for at home then he could do it, at least that's what motivated Aiden to survive in there.

"Never was much of a smart guy that one," Aiden spoke, acting to insult Marcus. "Nor a friend. Me - I'm not too bright either, but I know opportunity when I see one. Better yet, I know money when it's held out in front of my face. Keep me paid and fed and my blade is at your service."
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Marcus' unconscious body was hauled away unceremoniously as the leader eyed Aiden. He had a stern look in his face. One could tell that beneath the impression of elderly weakness, this old man was just as ruthless and insane as any other of his men, perhaps even more so. No doubt that was one of the reasons his men feared him so. He tapped Aiden's shoulder with his cane as if he was bestowing a great honor upon him.

"Well I'm glad you don't share that boy's stupidity." He said, he turned to his men. "I want you to take him to our facilities. Give him a meal, a bath and proper clothing. Then bring him to The Room."

The grunts nodded. This was obviously common practice to them. This was probably some sort of initiation ritual of sorts. With his orders given, the leader would walk off with one last guard, intending to finish his walk.

Two men would stand next to Aiden on either side. They would guide Aiden through the city until they reached a rundown building. From the outside, it looked completely inconspicuous, but inside was a different story.

Everything was clean and neat. There was comfortable furniture, decor and even coffee machines. There some people lounging around on the sofas, sipping coffee and flipping channels on the TV, trying to catch the game. One of the men who was reading a magazine would look up at Aiden and do a double take. He stared as Aiden walked by.

"You can see that the Boss treats us well." One of the grunts said. "Only the best men get this treatment."

"Of course, you have to prove yourself first." Another added. "So we know that we can trust you."

They would take Aiden to a plain room, shove him in there and close the door. Inside, Aiden would find a bed, drawers, a mirror and a bathroom. He would find a clean suit, a plain black one for him to wear. He would be expected to clean himself up before they came back for him. After about ten minutes, one of the gang members would return with a tray of food. Without a word, he would he come in, put the food on the table and leave.

After about an hour, the men would return, banging on the door loudly. Once Aiden opened the door, he would be silently escorted deeper into the building, underground. As they walked, the decor would become more and more gloomy. The bright neat appearance would be substituted with darker, more sinister coloration.

They would stop at their destination. Once again, the men opened the door and ushered Aiden inside. They would close the door and lock it behind him.

The Room was plain, black stone covered the ground and walls. But there was something bone chilling about the place. Maybe it was the bloodstains on the walls and on the ground. Or maybe it was fact that hundreds of men have lost their lives and/or sanity in this very room. There was a man, dressed smartly in the same black suit that was given to Aiden. He was quite large and muscular and had his hands clasped behind his back.

"Welcome to the Room." He said, his voice was guttural and deep. "This is where we do our more... private activities."

"The Boss may have chosen you, but you still need to prove yourself. We need to know that we can trust you, that you can do what we ask of you, no questions asked."

He snapped his fingers, and from the shadows, a blindfolded and gagged man was shoved into the light. He was painfully thin, literally skin and bone. His hair was stark white and frizzled. There was signs of roughhousing all over his barely clad body. He whimpered as he was dragged in front of Aiden.

"This guy right here... he didn't pay his protection money." The man growled, grabbing the victim by the hair, electing a groan of pain. "He's a normal guy, an everyday man. He has a wife, two kids... he's just a normal joe trying to get by."

"But we don't make exceptions, and this isn't a charity. He needed to punished and he needs to be made an example." A hint of sadistic urge crept into his tone of voice.

The man removed the blindfold from the old man and kicked him in front of Aiden. He now laid on the ground at Aiden's feet. A gun was tossed to Aiden.

"Kill him."

The man watched Aiden closely, no move would go unnoticed.




The first thing Marcus felt as he woke up was the searing pain in the back of his head. It felt like it was split open. He groaned quietly as he sat up. The first that he noticed were the iron bars. The circled a tight space around him, this same space was also occupied by a smelly soiled bunk and a bucket. He looked around quickly, and noticed that he was in some sort of dungeon. The only light source was a number of candles that burned throughout the room, bathing everything with a sinister light.

Then something else struck him. He felt for his armor and weapon and couldn't find them. Marcus grew anxious, he gripped the iron bars and looked around for them.

"Looking for this?" A voice sounded from a corner. A man appeared from a dark corner, holding Iustitia, dangling it in front of Marcus enticingly. A large red welt was one his face, and Marcus recognized it as his work. This was the grunt that he knocked out from before.

"I have to say, this is one nice weapon you got here." He mused as he inspected his spear. "Too bad, you won't be needing it. I think I'll keep it."

Marcus' gave him a scathing look. But he forced himself to ignore the man's prodding.

"Where am I?"

The man laughed. "You're in the fight pits. Where you're going to fight until you eventually die."

"Lemme tell you something, getting a bullet in your head and getting thrown here all have the same result; death. Except here it's slow, real slow. You survive? They'll throw you against more opponents until you eventually get tired and die. Most of them new guys don't make it past the first fight."

The grunt held Iustitia at his shoulder as he approached Marcus' cage. "I'm actually happy that the boss didn't shoot you." He whispered. "This way, I'll get to watch you die, slowly and painfully. I'll get to see the hopeless look in your eyes every time you enter the ring, the tired look on your face when they throw you against another fighter and the lifeless look when you finally die. Make no mistake, I'll be at every fight, watching you." He stood back, smiling maliciously.

"For a criminal, you sure are a windbag." Marcus grunted, not fazed in the slightest by the grunt's threat. "So what if I die, it doesn't change the fact that you're too pathetic to kill me yourself. I mean, how sad it must be for a grown man to be too weak to take his own revenge?"

The man recoiled by the insult, a look of pure fury crossed his face, Marcus knew that look, it was the look of a man who would give nothing more than to kill other man standing in front of him. Marcus laughed in spite of himself.

But he was masking his own fear. He knew it was true, he had got himself winded up in something big. It was necessary for the task, but still, what if Marcus had got himself mixed up in something way above his head?

"Hmph, well you better be a good fighter, because the Boss just put a big bet on you."

Marcus cracked his knuckles, giving the man a fearsome look. "Want to test me? C'mon in and we'll have a few rounds."

Once again the grunt recoiled, but he managed to regain his composure pretty quickly. "Heh, well I wouldn't be singing that tune for too long. You'll be going against the Bone Crusher."
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Was this an initiation ritual of sorts? Aiden had never been a part of something like this besides joining the knights of course. However, he was at least knowledgeable enough about this. Nonetheless, he was guided through the city towards a rundown building. Despite this, there were countless men keeping watch everywhere, at all entryways and access points. Even the routes towards this building were under careful surveillance. It was clear to him at that point that within was a headquarters of sorts, or at the very least a den that they ran. On the outside it looked completely dilapidated but within it was completely clean, almost pearlescent even.

Aiden nodded at what the grunts said to him, which the knight-in-disguise would quickly respond to without missing a beat. "Those are fair terms," he spoke with a quick grin, his eyes glancing over the building. In the short term, it was clear that crime paid. This was especially evident here in Dandelion Sector, where almost all businesses were illegitimate. It was almost difficult for him to stomach this. He knew this was common here, it was an undeniable fact of life, one that many others further north and central in Fiore refused to acknowledge and swept under the rug. Even Aiden himself, one who constantly went up against this sort of stuff personally, often chose not to think about the state of this section of Fiore. It was disgusting to him, repulsive even, that people could make such a ridiculous profit off of the suffering of others. He couldn't stand it, but he had no choice but to take it all in with a smile on his face. So, smile he did.

Taken to a plain room, Aiden was provided with a change of clothes and a simple meal. He doubted it would be poisoned, but the possibility of other substances was there. Still, given Aiden's ridiculous stamina he had an equally fearsome metabolism when it came to that sort of stuff. He'd be fine, even if it was loaded with elephant tranquilizers really. Regardless of that, Aiden patiently waited, knowing he had plenty of time to kill. As for his gear, Aiden had stashed it all in a drawer. Hopefully he would be able to retrieve it at another time. After washing the dirt off himself, Aiden would be found by the other men in his suit patiently waiting for them.

The knight had been lead down further towards an underground section deeper into the building. Things stopped looking neat and clean the further they got. How fitting. Soon, Aiden found himself in a plain, black stone-walled room. Blood stained the walls and the ground. Aiden could feel the presence of death in this room, it reeked and was absolutely palpitable in the air around him. It was nothing he wasn't used to though. Still, that didn't mean he had to like it.

Thrown in front of him was a pale, barely alive man. The moment he stepped in, Aiden realized that this was probably how he was truly going to get into this organization. There was no refusing either. If Aiden tried to refuse then there was no doubt that they wouldn't let him walk out of this so easily. Great.

Wordlessly, Aiden picked up the gun off the ground. He felt its weight in his hands. It was a flimsy old gun, scarred and scratched all over. The serial number was filed off, the grip was worn down. How many innocent men and women had this gun killed? Aiden always hated guns. He gripped it in his right hand, flipping off the safety with his thumb before pointing it at the man. Aiden cocked the hammer back. He put his finger on the trigger.
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The man watched Aiden wordlessly, a sadistic smile slowly spread across his face as he watched Aiden get ready to shoot the innocent man. Entering the organization was of little to this man, what really excited him was the loss of life that would soon occur. He enjoyed seeing the fear in a man's eyes as they faced death, and the ebbing of life in their eyes as died. This man was the proof that there was no high class in crime, there was no honor among thieves, living proof of a man with no heart.

The poor soul who sat in front Aiden shook like a life. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched Aiden prepare to shoot him. He closed his eyes and muttered a silent goodbye to his family.

Yet just as Aiden was preparing to shoot, a loud knock would sound from the door. The rapping was loud and urgent. The gangster who was watching Aiden snapped up, an annoyed look would cross his face as he strode over to the door. Another gang member stood at the door. He had a set expression on his face. If Aiden paid attention, he would see that this was the same person who made a double take when he saw him.

"What do you want?" The gangster who supervising Aiden demanded.

"The Boss wants to see you."

He gave the other man a skeptical look. "Really? Why?"

"He wants to speak about the surprising number of people you've killed."

"You liar, the boss doesn't care about that."

"Yes he does, especially when you kill them before they even have a chance to give him his money." The man peered over the sadistic gangster's shoulder. "I don't suppose you're doing that right now?"

The man blanched. "I'll be with him after I finish what I'm doing."

"He wants to see you now."

"Fine! Fine! You watch our friend here, make sure he finishes the job."

With that, the sadistic gangster left the room, looking flustered as he did so. The other gangster was significantly less menacing. He wore the same custom suit that everyone else wore, but he was different, more civilized, a more benevolent aura to him.

A closed the door behind him and stuck a chair against it. He put his ear to the door to make sure no one was outside. Once he was satisfied, he strode over to the sickly person Aiden was supposed to kill and pressed a handkerchief against his mouth, knocking him out. He pulled out a gun and shot a round into the wall. He pulled out a knife and nicked his hand, and bled on the man's clothes. He took a rag and wrapped it around his cut hand, staunching the flow of blood. Satisfied with his work, he opened the door, and whistled. Soon enough, two other gangsters showed up. They picked up the unconscious body of the man.

"Our friend has done his duty, take him to the dumpsters."

Nodding, the two gangsters rushed off, holding the body of the old man in their arms. With his work complete, the gangster turned to Aiden. He saluted Aiden in typical knightly fashion.

"Hello, Sergeant Vakarian." He said. "I am Corporal Black, but for the purposes of this mission, it would be best if you addressed me as Nathan."

"They said they'd be sending me company soon, I never thought that they would send the Azorius Sentinel. I've been undercover here for three months, just basic surveillance, but lately, things have been pretty wild here."

He lowered his voice. "They found something that could be used to completely wipe out the rest of the gangs in the sector, that's all their thinking about at the moment, but the implications of what they found is far beyond some turf conflict."

Something broke the knight's train of thought. Outside, the sound of rising voices and hurried footsteps was getting closer and closer to them.

"We can't talk here," The knight said. "We need to get out of here and find somewhere safe to plan our next move."




Marcus was warming up for his upcoming fight. He had cleared the small area in front of him and had bandaged his hands. He shadow boxed, did push-ups and stretched. All the while, the gangster from before was watching him in the shadows, tinkering with Marcus' spear. The fact that that idiot was messing with his weapon had Marcus boiling over, so the only thing that kept from trying to force the bars open and rip the man's head off was the physical labor. Luckily, Iustitia was quite the advanced piece of technology, so the only thing the man was able to do was open it's spear form and twirl it around like a cheerleader's baton. It was quite funny watching him, had it not been his weapon he was waving around.

"How do you even use this thing?" The gangster grumbled, swing the spear like a baseball bat.

Marcus was busy stretching. "You hold it from the middle, shit-for-brains."

"Hey, hey." The man called out, using the spear to tap on the bars of Marcus' cage. "You're forgetting who's in charge."

Marcus grunted and returned to his warm up routine. Meanwhile, the gangster decided to take Marcus' advice and hold the spear from the middle, he tried to twirl it around, only to ram the blunt end in his crotch. He yelped loudly, his voice a few octaves higher than usual, he dropped the spear and fell to the floor.

"What do you know, the punk has a pair of balls." Marcus muttered as he punched the air. "Go figure."

Marcus stopped and wiped his body with his shirt. "So tell me, who is this Bone Crusher?"

The man had somewhat recovered, though he still looked frail as he stood up. His voice quivered as he spoke. "The Bone Crusher is one the best fighters in the pits. They call him the Bone Crusher because no one leaves the ring without him grinding someone's bone to dust."

"huh."

The man looked surprised by Marcus' simple answer. "A-aren't you afraid?"

"No, not really."

"Why not?!"

"I've seen worse."

"huh."

Marcus fell silent. This Bone Crusher sounded like quite the formidable opponent, but he would not allow himself to get fazed. Right now, he needed to focus on doing his job, and living for what he had back home. Nothing would stop him from getting back to his family, nothing. If this Bone Crusher was the one to stand in his way, then it was his misfortune; Marcus would rip him apart limb from limb if tried to stop Marcus.

The doors behind the gangster opened and two other men stood there, waiting.

"It's time, your fight is about to begin."
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A sudden loud knock saved this poor man's life even if only for a brief moment. Another man appeared shortly after, speaking of how the boss demanded to see this unsavory bastard as he had been killing too many people. Aiden did think of it as strange how they were killing this man instead of exploiting him for money. Hypothetically, if Aiden was a criminal loan shark or racketeer, then he wouldn't kill his cash cow so easily. Aiden had heard of it countless times -- men like these exploiting others for money, which soon causes them to become desperate and scrounge up every last penny. Even if they had no more money to their name, human hands are still useful. Most turned a blind eye to this sort of stuff, but Boscans slavers are all too willing to get their hands on some cheap labor.

Aiden recognized this man as the one who had glanced back at him earlier, as if surprised o see him. At first, Aiden paid little attention to it, but now at least in hindsight it began to make more sense. It was illogical to already have information on this criminal enterprise without eyes inside, it just didn't make sense. Still, the knight had not expected to meet their insider so quickly. Nonetheless, it was remarkably fortuitous timing. The knight was close to pulling the trigger, but after the other gangster left and this man handled the situation, Aiden finally pulled his finger off and locked the gun back into safety. The man handled this situation well, showing that he was capable of handling himself for some time. He had to be, at least if he had survived while doing surveillance for such a long time almost completely by himself.

"I agree, I didn't think they'd send me either," Aiden spoke with a slight smirk on his lips. "You've done well so far, Nathan. I was thinking it was something like that, something which would certainly disrupt the power balance here in Dandelion, but if it's beyond some turf conflict then it sounds serious."

For a moment, Aiden began to think of what it could possibly be. There was the potential that it was some sort of powerful artifact, one which bestows enough strength of power to crush the opposition. Perhaps it was simply highly important and confidential information which would be create a useful advantage, possibly even one which can be held over the heads of the military or government. Nonetheless, retrieval or even destruction of whatever they had acquired was imperative. But, first things first -- it was risky to speak about this subject here. Right now, they needed to find a safe place to discuss the nature of what was actually going on here. Aiden didn't plan on wasting time about that, he was eager to hear the truth of the matter. However, there was still the other gangster who had ordered Aiden to put a bullet between their debtor's eyes to deal with. Right now, Aiden awaited for Nathan to make his move, from there Aiden would act accordingly.
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