For several minutes, this place was Armageddon!

[ctu_savior]

WHO: The Dependables versus over one hundred bad guys.
WHERE: El Zorro Azul resort, Mexico.
WHEN: Judgement Day. AKA Friday night.
WARNINGS: EVERYTHING DIES.
SUMMARY: The criminals and mercenaries behind the resort meeting have been planning to bring a war to the City. So the Dependables bring them one of their own.
FORMAT: Open. Don’t worry too

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Versus Hans Sully

[ctu_savior]

One of the drawbacks to having put so much effort into installing a figurehead to draw attention away from you was that losing the figurehead could be a lot like losing the actual person in charge, especially if there was only one person in the fucking place who knew who the figurehead was and who the actual guy calling the shots was. Sully’s life had become a great deal more difficult during the day that Arius had disappeared, as he tried to keep a meeting going in a resort whose guests thought had been deprived of its boss. And when Arius had been rescued, he was more interested in beating the shit out of that Curtis Buchanan guy than in doing what Sully paid him to do.

Of course, all the other ‘tourists’ in the place had escaped, because apparently the elite Blue Eclipse private military firm that Sully had spent god knows how much hiring couldn’t lock down a fleatrap hotel without getting their asses kicked, even with a bunch of honest-to-god ninjas for backup. Really, the whole week had just been one damn thing after another- guys getting the shit beat out of them in a bar, their people in the police force turning up dead, resort guests disappearing and then being found catatonic, their supposedly super-advanced security system being hacked, constant bickering and accusations during the actual meetings. And now the resort was exploding. After all the months and millions Sully had spent setting this thing up and making it worse, a ragtag bunch of misfits was massacring everybody in the place while all the gangsters fought each other like kids on the schoolyard. Of course. Naturally. Perfect. Why the fuck not?

Sully’s face was twitching uncontrollably as he sat at his desk in the resort owner’s office, that one part of his cheek moving up and down like a metronome. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, and Jose shifted his feet uncomfortably at his boss’ behaviour as he stood by the desk with a rifle slung around his shoulders. Despite Jose’s... unfortunate injury, Sully had pressed him into service as extra security when shit started blowing up all over the place. So now he was standing next to his boss as he spoke into the phone.

“Look, I don’t care how many of them are killing each other, just protect the package. That’s all that matters. Get it on the plane, get it to Culiacan, and then wait for me, I’ll join you there. If I’m not there or if you don’t hear from me in 24 hours, make sure it gets to the City. You know what to do. All right.” He put down the phone and took a deep breath. “We’re out of here, Jose. Helicopter on the roof in five minutes.”

He hadn’t gone through all this just to see it fall apart now. No, this wasn’t going to stop him. Let the morons kill each other and get killed by those damn ‘tourists;’ they’d served their purpose as soon as the package was built. Sully would take care of the rest himself. He’d deliver the package to its recipients personally, set the timer with his own hands, and then watch as the City and its people burned.

Re: Versus Hans Sully

[pacifisted]

Trowa knew his cover had probably already been blown. Some people might believe that his making an appearance shortly before everything began going to hell was a coincidence, yes. Then again, those people would also be complete fools, and he had learned enough about Sully to figure that the guy was anything but.

As such, he didn't bother pretending to be anyone he wasn't as he broke the door in, his weapon already aimed at the former CIA agent's head. His eyes automatically flicked to Jose, the young man immediately registering the beefy thug as an intruder, and without hesitation his arm shifted a few degrees to one side. The bullet left the gun almost before he'd finished making the adjustment--he'd warned the man to surrender, and tried to convince him that fighting was a poor idea. Now, he had no choice.

Trowa could pick missiles out of the air with gatlings, one for one.

There was no way for him to miss.

Re: Versus Hans Sully

[ctu_savior]

Sully barely had time to register Trowa's entrance before Jose dropped dead beside him, his life snuffed out in an instant like a candle. A candle that had just been shot with speed and accuracy at the uppermost limit of human talent.

His body moved in a flash, dropping out of the chair and behind the desk, hammering two buttons- one an alarm, the other popping out a hidden drawer full of weapons. "Troi!" He said as he filled his hands with twin Ruger pistols. "Or whatever your real name is. We gotta talk about your job performance. There are one or two areas that could use improvement."