Gotham Plastics, Bowery District

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It's an old, ugly labrynth of buildings and most people working there wouldn't be able to tell you what all the buildings are actually used for. Most don't even pay attention. It's a job and it's the Bowery and the place has a chemical smell that can rival downtown Bludhaven. Some have joked about exporting it as tear gas to the Marines. While

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And he's been too familier with people hopped up on some junk in their viens. If you're going to take them down it has to be fast and hard without care to how much damage you do to their body. So as soon as he lands his foot upon the guard, Red uses the lunge of the man's arms to wrap them around each other then he brings them down along with his own body wieght and strength to shatter the guard's forearms upon the ground. A quick spin and follow up with a knee to the guard's head puts him down both hard and fast.

Not really having enough time to reload, Red goes for the easy way out and flings blades in the direction of the businessmen and the men that are protecting them in a desperate attempt to at least get one of them and use some much needed questioning time.

Though with all the chaos something hangs in Jason's head. As if the oven was on or he left the fridge door open. Whatever it was it'd be used for later. For now he wanted to end this and he really wasn't concerned of how hurt the others involved were or his own wound at the moment.

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Bozo the Hopped Up Russian Clown kisses concrete in short order and it might take a miracle to wake him up within the next few days. He's still breathiung though.

As the knives flash through the air, one of the main bodyguards takes the hits in both shoulders and the guy who complained about the ladies teeth catches one in the back of the thigh and from the way it's bleeding, he won't get very far. One bodyguard and one dealer manage to get outside. the good news is that they aren't a matched set. Gaging the whole way, they disappear into the night outside.

The place is a mix of gas, chemicals, and old death. It's going to take some serious willpower or a gas mask to be able to keep breathing in here.

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Pulling out a small mask that only covers his mouth, Jason scans the rest of the area the best he can. Though nothing really seems left of anyone. Pretty much everyone had more sense then he did and decided not to stay where gas is covered everywhere.

So instead he calmly walks over to the bodyguard and the businessman. Though knowing that the bodyguard wouldn't stop so easily with just staying on the ground and waiting for some guy to stand over him, Jason fires the shotgun to each of the man's hand. The delivery of two beanbags crush nearly all of the bodyguard's bones within his hands.

Finally looking down to the businessman, he speaks evenly and calmly. "Now. Y'got a choice. You can talk with me. Or piss me off with some kinda concealed weapon. So get rid of any of them. Now."

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The answer is apparently "both," as he makes comments about Jason's mother and what she might have slept with in order to have him walking around, but complies with the request to disarm himself. He's gagging the entire time at the smell of the place.

"Yeah, yeah, the bitches are mine, okay? But I ain't taken any credit for that."

And he points to a dessicated arm sticking out of the crushed barrel.

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The insults don't really bother Jason that much. It's kind of expected if anything else. Not that what he's about to do doesn't stem slightly from the fact he was insulted.

"So you be dealin' with the slave trade business but you have no idea of the arm?" He doesn't waste time for an answer and fires the shotgun at the man's kneecap.

"Don't talk. Y'gonna talk how I wanna hear it." The gas now just hangs in the air and he gives the man time to vomit due to the coughing he's experiencing and the sudden pain before continueing. "Y'got some kinda idea. I wanna know. If not then I'll just hand ya bitch ass over to some of the gang bangers that I know live down the street from here. Y'tell me what I wanna hear I drag ya out of here. How's that sound Ivan?"

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The big criminal badass ruins the off the rack suit he's wearing. Add urine to smell list. All trace of big bad guy disappears after the knee shot. His voice and tone become fast and high pitched.

"I don't fucking know man! And like fuck you ain't gonna do that anyway." Clearly, there's a lingering idea about what happens when you do what he does and get caught for it in the Bowery. "This a meeting space. That's fucking it! I deal in bitch- uh, girls. The barrel shit has been here!"

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And without any other words, Jason does just as he said he would. He grabs the man by his hair and begins dragging him out of the warehouse. He ignores the protesting that should surely be coming about as he makes a mental note to have Babs pull some info of the police report.

When they finally get outside, Jason begins to tie down the businessman with zip-strips in a manner that appears to be hog tied. Afterwards he just stares down at him and looks up and down the street.

"Some serious beef would be goin' down for even a meetin' on someone elses street. Especially with someone with such a light tan as you."

Though he decides for the less extreme and calls the police.