Easy money?

[killa_croc]

A security guard that leaves a back door open while he steps out for a smoke? Well that's just terrible. Convenient for Croc though. He surprises the guard and smashes his head against the wall, knocking him out instantly. Peeking inside the open door, he can see a floor plan on the wall. Shrek had provided an honest to god dossier, a folder full

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[jla_extras]

"Stay away!" Angela, Oliver Queen's PA, backs away from Croc with her hands raised and a silent prayer in her head that security will arrive soon. That alarm is supposed to trigger all available Queen guard staff, but whether they'll get to this floor in time...

"Please! I've got money! It's in my purse over there!" She points at a side office.

[killa_croc]

"You bitch, you pushed some alarm button," says Croc menacingly. "You bitch!" He manages to jerk the hammer clear and rushes across the room. With an inarticulate scream of rage he slams the hammer down on the defenseless woman, once, twice, thrice. When he stopped seeing red, there wasn't much left of poor Angela. He'd surprised himself by getting that mad. He should have expected some hickups. Hammer in hand he opens all the doors in the office, seeing if Queen was nearby, maybe spying on the couple or something.

A supply closet, another halfway, an empty office. Nothing. "Hurrgh," he grunts ripping paintings off the wall. Maybe a safe, or something. Would Shrek be happy with three random deaths? Queen would be in the news, for sure. But was that a bad thing? Bah!

Lets check their pockets he thinks. Maybe Queen sent them a text about going out or something. Nothing else to do at any rate. No one had come to check out the noise so far.

[jla_extras]

"Hold it right there!!" Bernie Ingham, a former Navy Seal forcibly retired due to an unfortunate muscle tear incurred in the line of duty, stands in the office doorway with his taser gun in hand. He's aiming it at Croc.

"The cops are on their way, you bastard. Do yourself a favour and lay on the ground so I don't have to fire this into your face."

[killa_croc]

Turning around Croc is terribly chagrined. Things like this always seem to happen. You go on one little job and end up with a goddamn abattoir. Even worse this asshole looks serious. "Alright man," Croc says raising his hands above his head. He takes a few steps forward from behind the desk. "Take it easy! I don't wanna drop this hammer on that poor dead girl." The sledgehammer makes a violent thump on the ground as its dropped.

"Be kinda..,disrespectful don't you think?" he says hoping to provoke the man into charging at him. "That dead fatty outside a friend of yours?"

"Shouldda told him smoking kills."