It's a shotgun, baby, I think I'll use it tonight/ It's a shutdown, baby, I've got you in my sights.
In Chicago, there is a bank. In fact, there are many banks in Chicago. This one is noteworthy in the fact that it houses Black December, the Organization's infamous terrorist cell, which means it only looks like an ordinary bank in theory. Inside... Well, okay, it's still an ordinary bank until you realize that the main elevators only go up seven floors when there are clearly eight and those sprinkler systems might be a bit suspect if you were the sort of person who spent a good time contemplating sprinkler systems.
On the eighth floor is the main headquarters for Black December and in one of the offices, there is the head of Black December, himself, currently keeping watch over two unconscious hostages handcuffed to chairs, and keeping an eye on a set of monitors against the back wall, because apparently having CCTV in your torture room is a good idea... Not that this is actually a torture room. With Cole, any room... Pretty much can become a torture room, given that all he needs are his hands, and he's not really planning on torturing anyone, although that doesn't mean it won't happen. It's Cole. Torture happens.
Just outside the bank... Or rather in the parking lot of the building next to it, a Buick has just pulled in and out of it steps Sark with a shotgun in hand, looking about as pissed off as he can actually manage, which, right now? Is pretty epicly pissed off. There are so many things running through his head right now, but he's successfully pushed it all away in favor of his better instinct to kill. At least this is much better than the whole circumstance with Thane- Cole's much easier to kill. In theory.
Let the apocalypse begin.
((OOC: OKAY, SO BASICALLY WE GET A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY WITH THAT VIOLENCE. SO... YEAH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.))
On the eighth floor is the main headquarters for Black December and in one of the offices, there is the head of Black December, himself, currently keeping watch over two unconscious hostages handcuffed to chairs, and keeping an eye on a set of monitors against the back wall, because apparently having CCTV in your torture room is a good idea... Not that this is actually a torture room. With Cole, any room... Pretty much can become a torture room, given that all he needs are his hands, and he's not really planning on torturing anyone, although that doesn't mean it won't happen. It's Cole. Torture happens.
Just outside the bank... Or rather in the parking lot of the building next to it, a Buick has just pulled in and out of it steps Sark with a shotgun in hand, looking about as pissed off as he can actually manage, which, right now? Is pretty epicly pissed off. There are so many things running through his head right now, but he's successfully pushed it all away in favor of his better instinct to kill. At least this is much better than the whole circumstance with Thane- Cole's much easier to kill. In theory.
Let the apocalypse begin.
((OOC: OKAY, SO BASICALLY WE GET A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY WITH THAT VIOLENCE. SO... YEAH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.))