Hurricane, Utah
Pizzaplex Back Entrance
Saturday, December 22nd2035
1:00 AM
William pulled up in an unmarked SUV behind the Pizzaplex.
"Sometimes, you need to come and do it yourself." William said to himself. He was still wearing his clean purple business outfit, but now he work black gloves and was dressed more like a trained assassin.
William received the distress call from Faux Monty. He could have sent more of his team to the Pizzaplex, but this operation required more precise extraction. Evading the police and law enforcement had been easy once he made his way into the more affluent part of town and found someone leaving the bar.
He hadn't strangled someone in a long time.
It was easy, the poor 30 year old man didn't even see it coming when he was about to get into his 2035 Black Audi R8.
Heh, I've still got it.
William thought to himself. He put the mans body in the trunk for now. Driving normally without attracting any police, then found a long stretch of wooded road to dispose of the body at in thick brush, he would be long gone before it's discovery, he wasn't planning on being out for long.
He had pulled up at the Pizzaplex, but created a distraction by setting off a makeshift Molotov Cocktail nearby, this drew in the police, he then managed to use the back entrance that's normally gated off unless you have a key. He tore the lock off with his bare hands using his enhanced strength.
"I only dreamed of power like this in my earlier life." William smugly said to himself.
"Time to re-claim what is mine, since apparently, I can't rely on anyone else to accomplish a simple task." William said to himself walking in. He was determined to get his ideal family out of the pizzaplex and back in his control.
William opened his dress coat to reveal a Beretta M9A3, customized in a two-tone paint job, the slide black, the frame silver, with wooden framed grips that had a black rubberized center. The slide of the weapon had "Afton Robotics" engraved on it. A Silencer-Co suppressor was screwed into the barrel threads on the end of the weapon along with a combination weapon light and laser unit attached to the picatinny rail under the barrel of the weapon. The weapon was the same brand and family as the Beretta M9A1, his granddaughters favorite handgun, along with Roxanne Wolf and Glamrock Freddy.
The choice was intentional, William was known for his theatrics and symbolism in the way he conducted his life choices. He hoped one day to use it to mock her. He had Funtime Foxy track down the same gunsmith that customized Roxanne's and Freddy's handgun's and commissioned them to build a custom handgun for what the gunsmith thought was Funtime Foxy.
The fox was Afton's legal gateway into society, acting as a proxy for him, until the night of the glamrock kidnapping of course. After that night he relied on Funtime Freddy for any interactions in the legal world.
Pizzaplex Kitchen and Dock Storage B1
1:30 AM
Cue Theme:
Resident Evil Umbrella Chronicles Wesker's Theme
The man made his way into the dock area of the Pizzaplex, near the pizza kitchens.
"Let's begin shall we?" William said drawing his weapon. Although the main OAOS team in the Atrium on the 2nd floor was distracted thanks to help from his virtual counterpart, Glitchtrap, the dock area was heavily guarded now with extra reinforcements from the OAOS that seemed to have made their way into the Pizzaplex's basement areas.
Several human OAOS members where walking around the halls with their SIG MPX rifles in hand and standard tactical gear.
One of the agents, a man near the kitchen area entrance, noticed him in the corner of his eye.
"It's h…" The man did not get to finish his sentence on the radio as William using his superhuman speed stabbed him in the neck with a nearby screwdriver and held his mouth with his other hand keeping him from making noise.
"Shh….wouldn't want you making noise now." William said as he let the man go limp and slide down the wall.
"Did you hear that?" A young male agent, aged 22, in the kitchen could be heard saying.
"Len? Len are you there?" The agent called out. He didn't hear a response.
The agent went through the double red kitchen doors into the dock area to check on his fellow agent, only to find his body leaned against a wall in the hallway.
"Oh god Len! Agent down!" He shouted on the radio.
As he went to inspect the body, he was suddenly shot in the head from behind by William. No other agent's outside the immediate vicinity heard the round fired thanks to the suppressed gunshot. The gunshot was still very audible within the area, but the sound's volume and travel distance is reduced compared to a gun fired without a suppressor.
"You should have picked a safer career boy." William said.
William proceeded through the locker room area off the dock area, instead of the kitchen, with his weapon drawn.
"Sir….how far…..are…..you?" Faux Monty could be heard on William's earpiece. William could hear gunfire in the background.
"B1 Kitchen. You can thank me after I make my way to the atrium, if I'm nice enough to allow you to live." William said making his way through the locker rooms into laundry, he would find a way up soon.
Nothing will get in his way.