"What can I say, Ivanna? This is not your night."
Natalya desperately tried to fight off Rookwood as he tried to rip open the buttons of her blouse while the two were in the car's back seat, she slapped him in the face and kicked him in the crotch, which served to add to his aggression.
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Turkish spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and looked defiantly as the Agents came down on him with kicks.
"Look at the Wog," said one of them, "He's not right, is he?"
"Why aren't you begging for mercy?" asked another as he folded Turkish with a kick to the stomach.
"Be careful." Turkish muttered.
"What?"
The next Agent to attack him was kicked in the sin and then found himself flying through the air, his silenced pistol simply disappearing from it's holster. Two bullets found their way to his chest before he hit the ground.
The Next Agent went to pull his own firearm out of the holster, but was dead before his arm could move, the Second managed to touch his but died nonetheless, the third pulled it out when his heart was pierced by a bullet, the fourth and was about to pull the trigger when his brains were splattered onto a wall, the fifth was aiming at Turkish's back and he pulled the trigger before he could turn to face him.
Click.
"Your safety is on."
A bullet sent him to meet his maker, Turkish turned around and headed out of the ally.
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"Alright, Bitch. It's time for you to stop being so prissy and do a-"
The glass shattered and Rookwood was pulled out of the car, Turkish kicked him forcefully in the crotch as the would-be-rapist laid in a heap by the car.
"Are you Okay?" asked Turkish.
"I'm fine." said Natalya as she pulled her ripped shirt together, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Turkish turned his attention back to Rookwood and dragged him into the ally, where he tossed him amidst his dead colleagues.
"Jesus Christ!" said Rookwood, then reached for a gun that belonged to one of the Agents and aimed it at Turkish.
A bullet hit the gun holding the gun, and another one for the other hand, Rookwood screamed in pain as a finger was dismembered.
Turkish dropped his gun and punched Rookwood in the jaw with all his might, sending him flying backwards.
"Son of a Bitch!" Turkish cursed, his muscles were aching all over, but he may had broken his bones punching Rookwood that hard, the latter's nose was obviously broken and gushed with blood.
"Please!" don't kill me, "I'll do what you want!"
"What is Ethan Rayne doing in there?"
"I don't know."
Turkish looked for a gun he could use.
"Wait! He had some papers he left in the car!"
"And the bloke with him, the Albino, who is he?"
"He's a new recruit, Assassination Department."
"His name?"
"I heard them call him Silas."
"Are there other new recruits?"
"I think so, at least another one. I don't know anything else."
Turkish raised a gun and stuck it between Rookwood's eyes.
"I TOLD ALL I KNOW, I SWEAR TO GOD!"
"Well, in that case." said Turkish then tossed the gun aside, got up and walked away.
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"They got the dossiers. You shouldn't have left them in the car." said Dorian.
"Well, your agents shouldn't have been drinking on the job and taking their time to rape and wallop before killing opponents, should they?" replied Ethan.
Dorian, Sofie and Ethan were having a private meting regarding last night's events, Rookwood was the only one to survive, and he told them what happened.
"Anyway, the papers won't help them much, they need the Disks to figure out what's what, and they're encrypted," said Sofie, "There's no chance they'll be able to decode them before it's done."
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"Your hand isn't broken. But it's in bad shape." said Jekyll as he was bandaging Turkish's hand, "Let it rest, don't even use it to scratch your forehead."
"Okay." said Turkish, whose face was bruised and cut. Skinner sat nearby waiting.
"Would you like something for the pain?" asked Jekyll.
"No, I'm fine."
"Good, because I don't have a license to practice medicine anyway." said Jekyll as he smiled and patted Turkish on the shoulder, then left.
"Are you sure you're alright?" asked Skinner as he crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against a wall.
"I'm still alive." answered Turkish laconically.
"You know, when I told you to talk to Natalya, I meant in the Apartment. I didn't specify that you two leave."
"I know, but I was bored and in the mood for some grills. I wasn't counting on crossing paths with the League."
Skinner looked blankly at him, then walked over and looked him in the eyes.
"Do you two have anything between you that I should know about?"
"No." said Turkish awkwardly.
"Do you have any feeling for her?"
"What? No!" said Turkish and chuckled nervously.
"Good, because I forbid you to do anything."
Turkish laughed nervously, then quieted down and objected, "But, why not?"
"It's a bad move to get emotionally involved with friends in arms. It makes you think with all the wrong organs."
"Dorian and that French chick are together and they seem fine."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"What about Jekyll, didn't he marry that Vampire Maxine?"
"Her name was Mina. And Jekyll used to think with the wrong organs to begin with."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know, it just came out. What do you see in her anyway?"
"Well, she's beautiful, she has that accent which I find appealing.."
"Does she feel the same about you?"
"I don't know, maybe, being the only other normal person must work for my advantage."
"Well, it won't. I don't want you two dating, eating Turkish food, drinking and she better not see the little sniper."
"Alright, just never use the term little sniper again!"
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La Rochelle, France
The tall handsome man sat at a café besides a man of his late forties, dressed in a suit, hat and trench coat.
"You say the Shadows are back?" asked the tall man.
"Yes, Commander. They have so far Assassinated Miguel Bain and took out a number of their Agents."
"My dear Tanner, I do believe you owe me five hundred pounds as according to our wager."
"Indeed I do, Sir. Will you be using it to purchase a ticket?"
"I don't see myself as being a bystander in this situation."
"Very well, Commander, I'll make the Arrangements."
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L . H . Q .
Room 101
Dorian sat at his usual seat as Big Brother's face was spread all over the screen as he issued his orders with a strict demeanor.
"Two months, Mr. Gray, two months had passed with the Shadows on the loose! I must tell you, I'm beginning to have serious doubts about the competence of your Intelligence staff and yours!"
"Sir," started Dorian as he resisted the urge to bark back, "You must realize that these aren't the regular gutless deserting agents, these men are professionals, they were hardened by years of hardship and are very devoted to topple us. None of them is going to sell out anyone else, and none of their contacts are fans of our either. We'll get them, eventually. I just need more time."
"Mr. Gray," started Big Brother, "I'm a man of few, yet firm beliefs, I believe in God, I believe in our Supremacy as a nation and as a race, and I believe that these people are nothing but obstacles that must be eradicated so this country can finally move in the right direction. You have until the end of the month to seek them out and execute them. Now, how is Project FATE moving along?"
"Project FATE is going as scheduled, it should be running completely within weeks."
"Have you made all preparations for the demonstration?"
"Yes."
"Good, I'll leave you for your duties. England Prevails!"
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"Gentlemen," said Skinner as he passed around pictures of the Albino Recruit known as Silas, "Meet our newest Adversary, his name is Silas. Right now, all we know is that he used to be a monk in the Christian Church of Opus Dei and that he hails from Spain."
The group were gathered in the study discussing strategies and plans that will be used in the days to come.
"We've got hold of a number of discs as well as some papers, they refer to a classified project codenamed FATE. Unfortunately, we haven't got a clue about what it refers to, we hope to get the Disks decrypted. God willing, once that happens, Jekyll, Kemp, Logan and I will do some Infiltration."
"What bout me?" asked Turkish.
"Your injuries will hold us back, Sorry." said Jekyll, "But, While Natalya works on the Disks, we will pass the time by practicing our drive-the-league-off-the-wall strategy."
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The Farraday Club was founded in the late years of the nineteenth century, by a woman of self-attained wealth but poor moral fabric whose name was Delia Farraday. It's officially an Exclusive Social Club, which hosts several charities as well. However, in reality it deals in History's Oldest Profession, a fact that many knew but kept quiet about because several of the Club's members were in fact prominent columns of Society and noted politicians.
Working on a tip from Dr Jekyll, Natalya had hacked into the Club's computer and viewed their records, learning that Dorian Gray frequented the club quit often since it was founded, and that he had a room reserved for him that wouldn't be assigned to any other member unless all other chambers were occupied.
Logan and Judas loitered in the ally behind the club at sunset, while Jekyll kept the guard occupied by engaging him in an irritating conversation.
Logan gave Judas a boost that propelled him ten feet in the air, the vampire clung to the wall with his palms and scaled it like a spider, climbing to the window of Dorian's regular room.
He pushed the window open and got in, he couldn't help but whistle as he saw the lavish furniture and the oversized bed covered in silk sheets. 'Very nice for a brothel.' Judas thought as he started to loosen the screws that held the bar holding the curtain in place, then placed a small device on the wall by the bar.
Judas got out like he got in, and climbed down to where Jekyll was still engaged in a heated argument with the guard, once he reached the ground, he and Logan walked quietly out of the ally, Jekyll soon finished the argument and followed the other men.
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Father McKenzie looked out the corner of his eye at Skinner as the two stood on the rooftop of an Apartment Building, the old man was still uncomfortable with Skinner's request.
"You're asking me to bless this building's water tank?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Ehh. I've got complicated reasons."
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that, Rodney my son."
"I'm asking this as a favor, Father, I'm hoping our long standing friendship will help influence your judgment."
"Well, I can't do it."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, It's hardly reasonable for me to do something like this, especially since no good could come of it."
"What if I would say that I'd offer you some money?"
"My son, are you attempting to bribe a servant of the lord?"
"Heavens, No! I'm just promising to make a donation and asking for a little something in return."
"Well, when you put it that way..."
"Glad to see were on the same page, would ten-thousand be good?"
"But… that's too much! Are you sure you can afford it?"
"Something tells me I won't enjoy the money for long."
"Oh, bless you son."
"Go on Rev."
Father McKenzie cracked open his bible and began…
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Jekyll, Judas and Logan walked to where the BMW Convertible was parked by an upscale star restaurant, Jekyll and Judas assumed their positions near the sidewalk as Logan extended a claw and stabbed the tires on the other side, deflating them and causing the car to slant sideways.
Amidst the astonished stairs of onlookers, Logan joined the other two and reached for the bottom of the car and tried to lift it, as Jekyll had tapped into his powers without fully shapeshifting which granted him greater strength. After a moments of intense physical effort, the structure was lifted of the ground and they lifted harder, eventually tipping over the car and causing it to flip over and land on its roof.
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"Sir," said the Manager as he approached Dorian as he and Sofie dined, "I have some unfortunate news."
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Dorian looked with his jaw halfway to the floor as his car lay flipped on it's roof in the street.
"We found this note on your vehicle."
Dorian took the card from the manager, which read,
Yesterday was for Payback,
THIS was out of spite…
OOXX
The Shadows
He crumpled the note and tossed aside and paced in fury as people had gathered, some of which were pointing at Dorian and snickering.
"Would you like me to call a car from H-Q to take us back to my place?" asked Sofie.
"No," he said, "I'll grab a cab, I think I'll stay at home for the night."
"Okay. I'll clear this whole mess up."
"Thank you." he said without any true gratitude, but she shook it off. Dorian hailed a passing cab and got into the back seat, he told the driver his address and buried his face in his hands in frustration.
He knew what they were doing, he had practiced it for several decades, they were getting under his skin till he was obsessed with destroying them, then he would mistakes and be exposed for the kill. He knew better than to fall for it, but he was falling for it nonetheless.
He really loved that car.
He decided to shrug it off and remember that them and their petty Vendetta aren't worthy of his or the League's time, and that other more Important matters at hand, such as the Project FATE.
Dorian looked up and realized that the car was stuck in traffic, moreover, he was nowhere near home.
"What are we doing here?" asked Dorian.
"Sitting on our hands, Governor. Something's gone off with the lights and now we can't budge 'cause there's been a big mess ahead."
"What are we doing here to begin with? This isn't the way to my address!"
"Relax, Squire. We'll get there."
"You've went in the wrong direction, you idiot!"
"Excuse me!"
"Forget it!" said Dorian as he got out and walked among the stopped cars.
"Hey! What about my fair!" yelled the cab driver, then smiled and picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, Jude." said the Driver, "It's Chas."
' 'Evenin' mate, it's done? ' asked Judas through the waves.
"Aye, dropped him off by the Club."
' Much obliged, you've earned your pay. '
"How did you know there was going to be a traffic jam?"
'Oh, there is this Sheila I know who can work these things. Goodnight. '
Dorian walked as cars honked their horn as if that would get any of the cars moving. He was obsessing about the shadows again, he wanted to seriously hurt everyone of them. Soon, he reminded himself, if project FATE worked properly, all the Shadow will be exposed to a bright light that would obliterate them.
The thoughts of exterminating the League's enemies cheered him up and made him notice the surroundings, he was no stranger to this borough.
The Farraday Club stood nearby. Dorian knew it would take him forever to get home, and he needed to blow off some steam, so he pulled his coat around him and walked to the gate the preceded to enter the club.
At the same time, the traffic was clearing up and cars started moving, all due to a touch of a button within Natalya's reach.
Minutes passed and Dorian stood in his usual Chamber in the clubbrothel, two beautiful women, neither of whom was over the age of twenty stood with him as well. His frustration would soon be extinguished. He placed his hands upon one of the girls' waist and pulled her closer for a kiss as the other girl pressed herself against his back.
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Turkish adjusted the lenses of his camera as he stood on the roof of a building adjacent to that of the Farraday Club, enjoying the familiar feeling that filled him as he used the instrument, he reached the desired clarity and focus, then raised a remote control and pressed a button.
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Three nude interlocking bodies twisted on the silk sheets in ecstasy, their grunts and moans were loud enough to be heard in the corridor outside, as they caved into their animalistic lust, the device previously installed by Judas was activated and caused the curtains to fall to the ground.
"This is definitely a new low for me." Turkish mumbled to himself as he pressed the button and he took a series of photos of the trio.
"Look up, Mr. Gray. Get your nose out of that thing."
For a brief second, Dorian was torn from debauchery to notice that the curtain had fallen, he pushed the two other bodies off him and sat up wondering what was going on.
"Attaboy." said Turkish as he snapped the incriminating picture.