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There were certain things that certain people who called themselves citizens of Mordland were capable of doing that most people in the world couldn't do under severe penalty of the law.
One of those people was Teja, and one of those things was torturing others. He had diplomatic immunity, due to his high status as a high ranking official in Mordland's ranks, and he used that immunity with impunity, especially when it came to people of distinct interest.
One such man was a man that had been spoken of in hushed whispers, in fearful murmurs in the corners and halls of Mordhaus since the attack on the Sea of Danzig concert -- this man had taken down the band's pentapods, and had quite nearly killed the guitarists, were it not for the incredible fighting skills of the CFO. The infamy of the masked assassin had only grown when he perpetrated a full-scale attack on Mordhaus itself only a year later. If it weren't for Nathan's good timing, Charles would have died in combat with this terrifying man.
He hadn't died that night. When looking for the body of the masked assassisn, nobody had found him. He'd remarkably lived and escaped. It was Teja's secondary mission as the COS to track down this asshole, and capture him, by any means necessary. The assassin was hard to track down, but he'd gotten sloppy. Charles had told Teja that this man would not be easy to track, but it only took five months after Charles returned to Mordhaus, and the orders handed down, that Teja had caught wind of him. And it was simply a matter of following the trail from there, to reach the infamous man in the metal mask.
Teja was smarter than most of his underlings, who had been foolish enough to try and storm the shack inside a great forest in the south of Finland. He expected that. No, Teja had spent years of combat and war technique under his belt. He could wait it out. He spent a week, up in the branches of nearby trees, scouting the little cabin that smelled like death, waiting for the assassin to come out. Teja had spent longer tracking game animals, but he supposed it had to have been due to his own good fortune when, in his diligent watch of the shack, the door cracked open, and out stepped the man who the Klokateers told stories about, like children around campfires told stories about the bogeyman.
They were evenly built, he found. The man in the mask was slightly taller than he was, though just as muscular. Men built like him, Teja knew, were slower, but stronger, and he could use that disadvantage of speed to his own advantage. Silently, he drew a dart from a chest pocket of his tactical vest, and slid it into a small tube. Taking a long, silent and slow breath, he kept his eyes on the man who was, for lack of a better term, taking out the trash.
Teja aimed, silently praying for Odin to guide the dart into the pulsing vein in the other man's neck, and took the shot. He didn't move, simply watching as the assassin realized that he'd been hit, yanking the dart out of his neck, and frantically looking through the treeline to see if he could find the one who'd gotten him. Before he could spot the culprit, the assassin went down to one knee beside the mutilated corpse he'd dragged out of the shack. Teja still didn't move while he watched the man fall face first onto the ground. It could be a trick - and that was the last thing he wanted anyone to fall for. So he sent one of his inferiors to go check the status of the assassin. He watched the hooded and highly armed Gear check the pulse and consciousness of the assassin, and then give him the all clear. Only then, did Teja hop out of the tree, and run a hand through his greasy, mussed hair that he'd tucked under a camoflage cap, and toed the side of the large man. "Good work. Load him up, bring him to storage shed fifteen, sector six. Keep him secured, make sure the things I have on my after-capture list are in the shed. If he attempts escape, sedate him." Teja smirked. He was dirty, smelly, and victorious.
Once back in Mordland, and one long, well-deserved shower later, Teja was back to business. He had tied his hair back into a low-slung tail, which was looped up and bound in leather to prevent it from falling out of its binds. Over his eyes, he'd slipped on a pair of unobtrusive safety goggles, and on his hands went a pair of welder's gloves. On the counter, there laid four things: A black hunting knife, a welding torch, a pack of cigarettes, and a bag of lollipops. On the table against the wall, chained up and groggy from repeated sedation, was the masked assassin. Teja heard the chain rattle faintly, and heard a huff of breath.
"God morgen," muttered Teja under his breath, a small, dark smile twitching briefly over his lips. "Du har ikke noe imot å ha ingen frokost, gjør du? Yeah, I didn't think you would," That said, he turned fully to the masked assassin, and walked up to him. Behind them swung a naked light bulb which Teja had only just turned on. "I've been told you've been trying to escape, which I'm sure was extremely challenging for you. You've spent a great deal of time studying my security measures, so I had to switch things out a little, just for you. I don't like playing dirty, but sometimes, things just need it." That said, Teja tapped the flat of his knife on the bound man's kneecap. "So hey, let's just get you out of that frame of mind, shall we?" Teja kneeled down and lifted the Assassin's leg just enough so he could quickly and - with little trouble - cut the man's achilles tendon, and then the tendon that kept the thigh and knee working on his left leg. The assassin didn't make a sound, though his breath had quickened, and Teja could tell that he'd found a man after his own heart, in a way.
"Pain tolerance training? That only got me more into pain as a release. I don't know what you did to circumvent that, because I can tell it's not getting you off, either. You're just apathetic to it. That sucks, I'm really not going to enjoy myself if all you do is sit there like a bag of shit." Teja repeatedly tossed the knife lightly and spun it before catching its handle each time. "Look, I'm not going to kill you, or ask you anything. That's not the point of this. You just got really annoying, and I don't like annoying things. Anyway, it's not my right to kill you. I mean, it could have been, since you killed at least fifty of my GOOD men, but then you went and tried to take on my boss. Stupid of you, you know. He's not very happy with you."
Teja chuckled and turned his back on the assassin, who kept silent, though the sound of blood dripping from the man's ruined leg to the floor kept him plenty of company. He pulled out his zippo and lit a cigarette in one motion, but in the next, he started up the welding torch. With a calm, almost zenlike expression, he turned back and took a seat on a stool in front of the assassin. "I bet a lot of my guys went to their graves wondering what you looked like under that thing. I don't really care. Who the hell wears metal, anyway? Doesn't that chafe? I make plate armor, and I wouldn't wear it without something between the metal and my skin." He leaned over to check if his supposition was correct. "Huh, not even a leather inner. That sucks, man. Really. It sucks that you think that's hardcore of you." That said, he fired up the welding torch to its highest setting, and started on the corners of the mask itself, holding it to the other man's face with a strong grip, laughing around the filter of his cigarette as he finally got a growl of pain out of the assassin. "Ha!" He exclaimed, and set down the torch momentarily before giving the assassin two uppercuts into the stomach. "Two for flinching," he hissed.
Picking up the torch again, he set back into his work. He was thorough about making sure every inch of skin underneath the mask was practically melted underneath it, effectively welding the mask to the man's face. "Honestly, you should be more grateful!" Teja pointed out. "Nobody'll know what you look like under there anymore! You should be thanking me!" He took a long drag of his cigarette and looked over into the corner, where he knew the security camera was, giving a dark, grim smile. "Hey, you know we've got an audience? You should stop yelling for a minute," he said, as casual as ever, "and say hi to the guys. Guys, could you do me a favor? Put on the radio in here, I'm in need of some music."
The radio came on, from a speaker in the same corner, and started playing Alice Cooper. "Oh, good choice guys, thanks!" Teja saluted, and took another drag of his cigarette. He hummed along as he set the torch down, turning it off. He took off his gloves and went over to the garden tools that were usually kept in the shed, tracing his fingers over the handle of the pruning shears, before wrapping his hand around the handle of the small wood axe. "Did you know that we got the bodies you sent us? Good job, guy, really. I mean it. You're almost surgical with your precision. That's fantastic. I should have someone make you a medal for it, or a trophy or something. Hell, our cannibals were impressed by the way you filleted #88434. They said you should have been a chef." He chuckled and hefted the one-handed axe, getting a feel for its center of balance, before smirking, and raising the axe up. He only paused once static came over the speakers, and his only superior's voice filtered through. "Um, that's enough, Teja. I'll be down in ten minutes. Thank you."
That one little 'thank you' meant more to Teja than any other part of this entire venture. He lowered his arm and set the axe aside, and took a seat on the stool, grabbing a lollipop and popping it into his mouth. "Looks like the boss will be down soon. It's been great meeting you in person. For what it's worth, this has been a big honor," Teja muttered over the stick of the lollipop, and silently waited for Offdensen's arrival.
One of those people was Teja, and one of those things was torturing others. He had diplomatic immunity, due to his high status as a high ranking official in Mordland's ranks, and he used that immunity with impunity, especially when it came to people of distinct interest.
One such man was a man that had been spoken of in hushed whispers, in fearful murmurs in the corners and halls of Mordhaus since the attack on the Sea of Danzig concert -- this man had taken down the band's pentapods, and had quite nearly killed the guitarists, were it not for the incredible fighting skills of the CFO. The infamy of the masked assassin had only grown when he perpetrated a full-scale attack on Mordhaus itself only a year later. If it weren't for Nathan's good timing, Charles would have died in combat with this terrifying man.
He hadn't died that night. When looking for the body of the masked assassisn, nobody had found him. He'd remarkably lived and escaped. It was Teja's secondary mission as the COS to track down this asshole, and capture him, by any means necessary. The assassin was hard to track down, but he'd gotten sloppy. Charles had told Teja that this man would not be easy to track, but it only took five months after Charles returned to Mordhaus, and the orders handed down, that Teja had caught wind of him. And it was simply a matter of following the trail from there, to reach the infamous man in the metal mask.
Teja was smarter than most of his underlings, who had been foolish enough to try and storm the shack inside a great forest in the south of Finland. He expected that. No, Teja had spent years of combat and war technique under his belt. He could wait it out. He spent a week, up in the branches of nearby trees, scouting the little cabin that smelled like death, waiting for the assassin to come out. Teja had spent longer tracking game animals, but he supposed it had to have been due to his own good fortune when, in his diligent watch of the shack, the door cracked open, and out stepped the man who the Klokateers told stories about, like children around campfires told stories about the bogeyman.
They were evenly built, he found. The man in the mask was slightly taller than he was, though just as muscular. Men built like him, Teja knew, were slower, but stronger, and he could use that disadvantage of speed to his own advantage. Silently, he drew a dart from a chest pocket of his tactical vest, and slid it into a small tube. Taking a long, silent and slow breath, he kept his eyes on the man who was, for lack of a better term, taking out the trash.
Teja aimed, silently praying for Odin to guide the dart into the pulsing vein in the other man's neck, and took the shot. He didn't move, simply watching as the assassin realized that he'd been hit, yanking the dart out of his neck, and frantically looking through the treeline to see if he could find the one who'd gotten him. Before he could spot the culprit, the assassin went down to one knee beside the mutilated corpse he'd dragged out of the shack. Teja still didn't move while he watched the man fall face first onto the ground. It could be a trick - and that was the last thing he wanted anyone to fall for. So he sent one of his inferiors to go check the status of the assassin. He watched the hooded and highly armed Gear check the pulse and consciousness of the assassin, and then give him the all clear. Only then, did Teja hop out of the tree, and run a hand through his greasy, mussed hair that he'd tucked under a camoflage cap, and toed the side of the large man. "Good work. Load him up, bring him to storage shed fifteen, sector six. Keep him secured, make sure the things I have on my after-capture list are in the shed. If he attempts escape, sedate him." Teja smirked. He was dirty, smelly, and victorious.
Once back in Mordland, and one long, well-deserved shower later, Teja was back to business. He had tied his hair back into a low-slung tail, which was looped up and bound in leather to prevent it from falling out of its binds. Over his eyes, he'd slipped on a pair of unobtrusive safety goggles, and on his hands went a pair of welder's gloves. On the counter, there laid four things: A black hunting knife, a welding torch, a pack of cigarettes, and a bag of lollipops. On the table against the wall, chained up and groggy from repeated sedation, was the masked assassin. Teja heard the chain rattle faintly, and heard a huff of breath.
"God morgen," muttered Teja under his breath, a small, dark smile twitching briefly over his lips. "Du har ikke noe imot å ha ingen frokost, gjør du? Yeah, I didn't think you would," That said, he turned fully to the masked assassin, and walked up to him. Behind them swung a naked light bulb which Teja had only just turned on. "I've been told you've been trying to escape, which I'm sure was extremely challenging for you. You've spent a great deal of time studying my security measures, so I had to switch things out a little, just for you. I don't like playing dirty, but sometimes, things just need it." That said, Teja tapped the flat of his knife on the bound man's kneecap. "So hey, let's just get you out of that frame of mind, shall we?" Teja kneeled down and lifted the Assassin's leg just enough so he could quickly and - with little trouble - cut the man's achilles tendon, and then the tendon that kept the thigh and knee working on his left leg. The assassin didn't make a sound, though his breath had quickened, and Teja could tell that he'd found a man after his own heart, in a way.
"Pain tolerance training? That only got me more into pain as a release. I don't know what you did to circumvent that, because I can tell it's not getting you off, either. You're just apathetic to it. That sucks, I'm really not going to enjoy myself if all you do is sit there like a bag of shit." Teja repeatedly tossed the knife lightly and spun it before catching its handle each time. "Look, I'm not going to kill you, or ask you anything. That's not the point of this. You just got really annoying, and I don't like annoying things. Anyway, it's not my right to kill you. I mean, it could have been, since you killed at least fifty of my GOOD men, but then you went and tried to take on my boss. Stupid of you, you know. He's not very happy with you."
Teja chuckled and turned his back on the assassin, who kept silent, though the sound of blood dripping from the man's ruined leg to the floor kept him plenty of company. He pulled out his zippo and lit a cigarette in one motion, but in the next, he started up the welding torch. With a calm, almost zenlike expression, he turned back and took a seat on a stool in front of the assassin. "I bet a lot of my guys went to their graves wondering what you looked like under that thing. I don't really care. Who the hell wears metal, anyway? Doesn't that chafe? I make plate armor, and I wouldn't wear it without something between the metal and my skin." He leaned over to check if his supposition was correct. "Huh, not even a leather inner. That sucks, man. Really. It sucks that you think that's hardcore of you." That said, he fired up the welding torch to its highest setting, and started on the corners of the mask itself, holding it to the other man's face with a strong grip, laughing around the filter of his cigarette as he finally got a growl of pain out of the assassin. "Ha!" He exclaimed, and set down the torch momentarily before giving the assassin two uppercuts into the stomach. "Two for flinching," he hissed.
Picking up the torch again, he set back into his work. He was thorough about making sure every inch of skin underneath the mask was practically melted underneath it, effectively welding the mask to the man's face. "Honestly, you should be more grateful!" Teja pointed out. "Nobody'll know what you look like under there anymore! You should be thanking me!" He took a long drag of his cigarette and looked over into the corner, where he knew the security camera was, giving a dark, grim smile. "Hey, you know we've got an audience? You should stop yelling for a minute," he said, as casual as ever, "and say hi to the guys. Guys, could you do me a favor? Put on the radio in here, I'm in need of some music."
The radio came on, from a speaker in the same corner, and started playing Alice Cooper. "Oh, good choice guys, thanks!" Teja saluted, and took another drag of his cigarette. He hummed along as he set the torch down, turning it off. He took off his gloves and went over to the garden tools that were usually kept in the shed, tracing his fingers over the handle of the pruning shears, before wrapping his hand around the handle of the small wood axe. "Did you know that we got the bodies you sent us? Good job, guy, really. I mean it. You're almost surgical with your precision. That's fantastic. I should have someone make you a medal for it, or a trophy or something. Hell, our cannibals were impressed by the way you filleted #88434. They said you should have been a chef." He chuckled and hefted the one-handed axe, getting a feel for its center of balance, before smirking, and raising the axe up. He only paused once static came over the speakers, and his only superior's voice filtered through. "Um, that's enough, Teja. I'll be down in ten minutes. Thank you."
That one little 'thank you' meant more to Teja than any other part of this entire venture. He lowered his arm and set the axe aside, and took a seat on the stool, grabbing a lollipop and popping it into his mouth. "Looks like the boss will be down soon. It's been great meeting you in person. For what it's worth, this has been a big honor," Teja muttered over the stick of the lollipop, and silently waited for Offdensen's arrival.