Role Play Board: Under the Hood cont'd

Under the Hood cont'd

Posted by The Hood on 5/22/2009, 10:15 pm, in reply to "Under the Hood"
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/\One Hour Later/\

The whole of Hood’s crime syndicate gathered in the large common room where just a few weeks before they had held a private ceremony for the passing of Hood’s personal driver and friend Sam.

“I’m telling you guys I don’t like the feel of this.” Razorfist glanced around at some of the others. He had made sure to keep himself further back in the gathered group.

“Shut it will ya. Hood wouldn’t have called us all here unless it was important.” Wrecker slapped his crowbar into his palm as the rest of the Wrecking Crew stood around him as they always did.

Hood stood in the center of the room watching a listening as he held his breath. His invisibility had its uses to gather a feeling of how his troops felt or wanted. Their dreams, desires, gripes and their displeasures. Everything could be found out as he listened and watched.

He exhaled and suddenly appeared in the midst of the fully formed crowd. There was still an occasional gasp every time he did this, especially from those newer members of the syndicate.

“As you know we recently suffered a loss at the hands of an unknown craven coward. One of us shot and killed a personal friend of mine but even if he hadn’t been, he still would have been a member of my family, a member like each and every one of you are to me.” Hood turned giving each side of the room a moment of his time and attention as he spoke, like any good performer would. “I want that coward and everyone to know that there are consequences for anyone who betrays my trust.”

Hood snapped his fingers and a struggle began in the left side of the room. The Enforcers and the U-Foes grappled with the one that was called Airstrike but it did not last long at all before they drug him to the center of the room where Ox kicked his knee even as Ironclad forced him downward.

“I…I did nothing!” Airstrike’s accent was thick with his native Russian.

“Dimitri Bukharin. I know what you have done. Do not deny it for there is no argument you can make that will change the outcome of this situation.” Hood drew his two pistols from beneath the folds of his cloak and aimed. His own thoughts flashed back to when he had stood behind Sam in a similar situation before he killed him himself. No one was to blame for Sam’s death but Parker and he knew it but a show of force was needed and Dimitri had drawn the short straw so to speak.

From beneath his armor his confidence bolstered Dimitri laughed. “I am impervious to bullets. Take your bes--”

Hood squeezed both triggers simultaneously and the mystically enhanced bullets tore through the armored face plate for it was no match for the bullets splashed with demon fire. Hood stood over the dead man his pistols trailing a thin line of smoke. He looked upon the rest of the gathered syndicate, knowing he needed say nothing else on the matter. “Strip the body of the armor. Use it for parts or if anyone knows someone more deserving let me know and I’ll see that they get it.”

Hood turned his head one last time to look into the direction of each side of the room then silently held his breath, turning invisible before he slipped from the room.

/\TBC/\