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jl_scoundrels in jla_watchtower

A backroom meeting, of sorts

Jun 08, 2009 23:18

Max Shreck is back in Gotham City, as least temporarily. It's not that Metropolis isn't keeping him busy, because good god it certainly is, but there's someone he has arranged to meet that finds public transport through large, built-up areas a slight hassle. Which is why Max is currently sat in a mobile office in the Gotham docklands, at the very ( Read more... )

killer croc, max shreck

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killa_croc June 8 2009, 22:49:24 UTC

Eclipsing what little light shone in from the streetlights outside, Croc stands in the door for a minute before coming in. "Yeah..., gotta be careful in this city. Everywhere you go, the bat." Croc takes his seat, barely fitting in the plastic chair that's been provided. Shrek looks like a weird bastard to him.

"But home is where the heart is," he laughs a little, "you know." He looks around the mobile office. Taking in the surroundings again. "You came alone? Damn man, that took balls." He makes a cupping gesture. Scratching his chin, which is completely hairless, Croc asks "You, ah, had work for me? "Guy that contacted me wasn't specific at all."

jl_scoundrels June 8 2009, 22:57:33 UTC

Shreck doesn't try very hard to hide his disgust for Croc's skin condition. He has his own face massaged and moisturised every day, so... yeah. "I'm merely trying to show how confident I am that I would be a good employer for you, Mr. Jones, and how good an employee you could be for me. Why bring in the heavies, when we can talk man-to-man."

Shreck goes from left to right in his swivel chair for ten seconds or so before continuing. "Usually I'm not the type to contact Gotham's more colourful set, but my needs bring me to you, a man that I know is capable of doing a job well. Tell me, Mr. Jones. Can you do a job well?"

killa_croc June 9 2009, 16:53:44 UTC

Croc starts grinning. "Kinda job, people think of when they think about me?" He upgrades his grin to a dry chuckle. "Yeah i can take care of business, 'specially when the business is violence."

Croc leaned back in his chair, he was wondering how much he could get paid for whatever was coming. Guy like this had a lot more bread than his usual employer. "So who needs to disappear?"

jl_scoundrels June 9 2009, 18:51:12 UTC

"Ever heard of a schmuck by the name of Oliver Queen?" He pauses for a split-second. "I doubt it. You don't seem the type to mingle with the higher echelons of business society. No doubt you're comfortable with the bottom-feeders, and I don't begrudge you that."

"But this guy," his right hand turns into a fist, "is un-fucking-believable. Do you know what it's like when someone's been touching your property, Mr. Jones? Possibly not. Maybe you don't have anything to your name. I can change that. But my point," his other hand is a fist now, and he brings them both down onto the desk in front of him. "My point is that his grubby hands have been all over my property, and he needs to lose a hand or two."

"Not that I'm advocating murder. God forbid." His face stays stoney cold. "But if he tries to take something from me, I'm going to have something taken from him. Feel free to make him lose his hands, or if those orphans he takes in are more readily available, take them. He's going to feel some loss."

killa_croc June 9 2009, 21:12:13 UTC

Croc nods his assent. "Got to protect whats yours." He looks pensive at the comment about orphans though, his own childhood wasn't a good one by any stretch of the imagination. Still, Croc thinks, Shreck gives the go ahead i find this Queen character and take something that's his, shiiit that's easy.

"I'm real sure i can think of something, appropriate. He here in Gotham?"

jl_scoundrels June 10 2009, 13:37:18 UTC

"No... I had some people contact his, and he's apparently vacationing in Miami right now. I'd suggest going to Star City and awaiting his return. Let him come back with a tan... And give him a real reason to have some post-holiday blues." Max puts his fingers together again, and looks over them at Croc.

"In terms of payment, I was thinking of $500,000 if you can hurt him and leave no connection to me. I'm fully prepared if you do, and if you get caught and implicate me, god help you, but if you don't? You get the full $500K."

killa_croc June 11 2009, 00:24:09 UTC

"Payday!" Exclaims croc, "You just got yourself a new contract employee." He leans forward conspiratorially. "I'm going to need an advance, not much just traveling costs. Gotta get a truck or something. Get myself to Star City."

Croc leans back again and looks pensive. "You need me to leave right away, or wait for a while?"

jl_scoundrels June 11 2009, 20:29:19 UTC

"Leave within the next few days. I expect you'll want to get the lay of the land in Star City. They've got a half-decent police force and a few costumed heroes, but nothing as intimidating as the Batman." Shreck pulls an envelope from inside his jacket.

"Your advance is $50,000.00. Betray me and you will wish you hadn't." He tosses the envelope into Croc's hands.