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What You Need to Know: Deadpool has made his way into the headquarters so far unnoticed and Louis Carvella (aka Baldy McShine) is his first unfortunate victim with a paralysing bullet.
Chapter 7
Deadpool reloaded his still smoking weapon replacing the used shell that was used on Baldy McShine's vertebrae. He entered through the door, back into the headquarters, to finish the job. He eased up against the grainy wall that stretched down a large hallway decorated with fine artworks.
"Classy. Is this an art gallery or something?' he thought to himself admiring the 2mx2m painting of a nude woman that looked 18th century. "I've got to become an artist, they get it too damn good"
Suddenly, he heard some brutish male voices emanate from the end of the hallway, mostly gibberish and gangster talk.
"So yeah Tony had one of those panic attacks and he had to see the psychiatrist,"
A painting, the one with the nude, came off its hinges and dropped onto the floor, the produced noise travelling the length of the hallway.
"What's that?" Deadpool heard one of them say to the other. "Is that you Louis? Stop fooling around you shmo. Answer me!" The gangster yelled.
"Yeah its me guys, sorry," Deadpool answered putting on his best mafia voice.
"Listen Louis, I need to talk to you bout something personal, I'll be there in a second" the other gangster replied.
Deadpool needed all the time he could to find a suitable hiding place. He darted into a termite-infested rectangular wooden storage cabinet and slid the door close just enough so his now silenced pistol could poke its barrel out. The footsteps coming up the hallway increased in volume and speed until Deadpool could sense the gangster just right outside the cabinet. So much so he could hear his deep rasping breaths like he had just gone on his morning jog. He slid the door open just a little more so he could get a look at this beast. He had a brown, greasy comb over, a hooking moustache and incredibly squinty eyes. A man of large build and physique he looked as if had spent many hours at the gym and could take Deadpool with no trouble caused. Deadpool needed the element of surprise to take this guy.
"Louis, where are you, you here man…" The man enquired into complete silence. His suit rippled with the motion of a shrug and he paced to the back door, beginning to open it.
Not content to let that happen, Deadpool slid the door open and sprung catlike out of it in one motion. He let rip his silenced pistol and planted two bullets in the man's left shoulder blade and in his right leg. The man swung around in a daze and pulled out his machine gun and got another two in his chest and heart. There was a groan of extreme pain from the man as he stumbled onto the ground with a mighty thump. Deadpool frantically tried to fit him into the storage cabinet as quickly as possible.
"Get in there you beast!" Deadpool said with one last shove and slamming the door shut.
"Jeez Looweez!" He whispered in intense frustration looking down the hallway and surprisingly finding that his actions had gone unnoticed. He closed the opened backdoor once again while loading his pistol plus picking up the assailants machine gun. He paced down the hallway not knowing where he was going, not knowing how to get there and who would be his next casualty.