Ōkami and Dreakor sit in an uncomfortable silence as Dreakor drives the 20 Km to Atlas. "So Ōkami." Dreakor begins. "Why did we just haul ass instead of, oh, I don't know, killing them all?" Dreakor says in reference to the huntsman team and PMCs.
"If we did, we would still have to deal with the Atleasian bullheads, not to mention the fact that at the very least the SDC would have our location and the Jacques is NOT letting us get away with the stunts we kept pulling." Ōkami responds with pure venom in his voice. "When we get to Atlas we get a couple of one way tickets out of here. Where would you suggest?"
"Somewhere loud..with a lot of idiots willing to pick a fight...but I suppose thanks to the stunt we pulled we will have to settle somewhere quiet and unsuspecting yeah?"
"How about Vale? There are extremist White Fang there, we can go kill some of them." Ōkami suggests as he stows his mask in his trenchcoat before looking up and out of the windows, the light hitting his face revealing a myriad of scars, most prominent of which being a scar stretching from the outer tear duct of his right eye to the right side of his nose. "Not to mention the fact that Jace is there."
"Ahh that fucker." Dreakor slams his head on the steering wheel a few times before relaxing. "Fiiine."
"Vale it is then." Ōkami comments before falling silent as he grimaces in slight pain as his right shoulder begins to sting. 5 minutes later Ōkami walks back to his vehicle from the ticket office with two tickets clutched in his right hand. "Got the tickets for our emmigration to Vale."
"Those better be ship tickets...I'm not getting on no airship." Dreakor says with distrust clearly evident in his voice.
"You tell me this NOW!" Ōkami shouts before bursting out laughing after a few seconds. "They are for two reasons, one it was faster to boarding time, and two we can take the vehicle with us."
"Oh for fucks sake man." Dreakor sighs exasperated.
"Lighten up."
"How about you shut your mouth and 'light' yourself on fire." Dreakor responds irritated, angrily grumbling to himself as they pull up to an unassuming apartment complex. "Just get packed before we need to go to the docks to board our ship for Vale." Ōkami snickers before noticing his scroll used for his mercenary contracts buzzing, displaying a very familiar contact number.
"Great look who is calling." Ōkami comments before answering the call as both Ōkami and Dreakor pass through the spacious lobby and head towards the stairs to the second floor. "Hello Mr. Schnee, how can i help you?" Ōkami asks out of courtesy while grinning, eyes filling with blood lust as Dreakor sneers quietly in the background. Ōkami and Dreakor enter their small two bedroom apartment, before splitting up to go begin packing for their emmigration to Vale.
"I know that you are responsible for all of the attacks against my company." the Schnee patriarch snarls. "And I know you are now fleeing."
"One we have been over this before I have no clue what you are talking about, the only people I know who would attack your company are dead by YOUR hands or not even in Atlas, and two I am leaving Atlas to find more work, not to run away from your greedy ass. Maybe hire better security to stop it from happening again, just a suggestion because as far as I can tell they are just extremists that are attacking you."
"I wanted to hire you as security but you always refused." snaps.
"You know why I refuse any more work from you right?" Ōkami asks rhetorically. "I refuse any more work from you because you abuse civilians, you force labour, ignore safety regulations, and pay almost nothing especially to those you force into slave labour." Ōkami snarls while his vision slowly goes red with Dreakor in the background silently cheering him on to lose control and just murder the Schnee patriarch.
"I would NEVER break any regulations, especially safety regulations." Jacques replies furious about being slandered.
"HAH. You and I both know that is a fucking lie, all you care about is money isn't that why you MARRIED into the Schnee line? Oh and as a side note I only kill those who deserve to die, people like you." Ōkami retorts then crushes the scroll before the Schnee patriarch could even register what Ōkami said. Seven minutes later Ōkami and Dreakor are done packing their luggages and packing them in the armoured vehicle, climbing inside Ōkami comments. "hey Dreakor you know we have like half an hour to get to the docks and catch our ship?"
"Why the hell did we take so long!? I blame you and all your novelty items!"
"Blame Schnee I couldn't think straight after that cocksucker called." Ōkami whines like a spoiled child.
"Yeah you were about to go ham, remember we're 'organized' killers not savages, now come on." Dreakor sighs. Thirteen minutes later Ōkami and Dreakor arrive at the port, pulling into the line of vehicles boarding the ROPAX. Seventeen minutes later saw Ōkami and Dreakor wheeling the armoured vehicle into an open position on the ship. Ōkami and Dreakor leave the vehicle deck and head to their rooms once they stopped the vehicle and disconnected the battery, leaving the crew to strap the vehicle in. Arriving at their quarters granted to them for the duration of the trip Ōkami and Dreakor step inside before begining to discuss plans.
"So, we need to find a place to sleep when we reach Vale, I guess that would be a hotel until we can find a place that is willing to take us, I mean we are known as brutal mercenaries."
"Or we can sleep in a warehouse... or kill eveyone and comandeer the hotel as our fort." Dreakor comments.
"Well now that sounds like a fun plan." Ōkami snickers while a sociopathic grin takes over his face, before sighing and sitting down on one of the beds in the small cabin and removing his trench coat and dropping it on the bed behind him. "As much as I would love to do that I don't want to piss off the Vale counsel."
"As if we haven't already." Dreakor smirks, as Ōkami opens his mouth to respond he hears what sounds like an M249 SAW clicking. Activating his semblance he snaps his head towards the door as the first rounds shred through it like tissue paper. Ōkami grabs Dreakor and drags him to the ground then Ōkami spins on a knee as he ejects both of his pistols from his vambraces and brings them to bear before firing seven rounds. Laying flat on the ground Ōkami deactivates his temporal distortion semblance he follows the trail of his bullets as they slam into the hitman. The hitman drops to the ground as Ōkami lunges before grabbing his gun and twisting it out of his hands, throwing it into the cabin Ōkami turns to Dreakor and asks. "Want to finish the job?"
"Fuck yeah I do! Nobody almost kills me and gets away with it." Dreakor snarls in hatred before stomping on both the hitman's legs and arms causing sickening crunches accompanied by screams of pain. Ōkami turns around as he stores his pistols in his vambraces again before picking up the discarded M249 SAW and placing it on the bed he was sitting on, popping the gun open he dismounts the belt and the belt box. Hearing another cry of pain and a thump Ōkami turns around to see the hitman curled up in a ball and whimpering in pain against the wall as Dreakor stalks into the room.
"Who hired you." Ōkami demand as he crouches down to be on level with the heavily injured hitman.
"You know who." the hitman spits.
"Yeah well there are a lot of people who want me dead, now tell me who and I will consider releasing you." Ōkami rebukes.
"Fuck that tell us the truth and I will consider letting you keep your teeth and arms." Dreakor snaps.
"Fuck you!" the hitman screams as Ōkami sighs and stands up before suddenly doubling over and clawing at his head as he screams in pain. Dreakor kicks the guy in the nose shattering it as Ōkami abruptly stops screaming and drops his arms to hang limply at his sides. Ōkami's body stands up straight displaying eyes almost completely lacking pupils and a grin so deranged it shouldnt exist.
"how about i ask you questions and you answer them?" Ōkami's body chuckles demonically as he slowly puts his foot on the gunman's leg and applies pressure eliciting a scream of pain. "I am not very patient so the sooner you tell me the sooner I will stop hurting you."
"No." the hitman refuses with a groan.
"Oops." Ōkami's body sighs as he stomps on the hitman's broken leg.
"Please I have a child." the hitman begs only causing Ōkami's bone chilling grin to widden more.
"Okay tell me who and I will release you." Ōkami's body grins evilly.
"Don't tell us and you will never see your kid again" Dreakor snarls.
"Okay, I was hired by . You will let me go now right?"
"I mean you said hed get out alive... you didnt say i cant put him in a coma." Dreakor comments.
" Or would killing him be more fun?" Ōkami's body sighs as he stands up.
"I mean he has a kid." Dreakor retorts.
"Hmm. I changed my mind." Ōkami's body cheers as he whips out his right pistol and unloads three rounds into the hitman's head.
"see now your just a dirty liar"
"Take that up with Ōkami." Ōkami's body responds before collapsing.
"oh...i have a very bad feeling..." Dreakor sighs.