[LoT]Family Jewels-Riker Slade

[Punk Hazard]

Spoiler

Mission Name: Family Jewels
Alignment: Villain
Type: Solo
Rank: B
Description: Hanging around your local villain's pub, you got a hold of a pretty interesting case. An old dude from Oldsylvania, an old neighborhood on the outskirts of NBville, passed away in his seriously over-compensating big ass mansion and left an heirloom of 2 perfectly round diamonds the size of golf balls. Problem is, he had no one to pass the heirloom, as all his descendants died in the same house. Worried by the ghosts that haunt the place, no one tried anything. While most of the grunts and minions there dismissed the case right away, you still couldn't help but think it might be an interesting mission, either to sell them or just for bragging rights!
Reward: 40 EXP

Dean swallows his shot of vodka, letting out a sharp breath as he places the shot glass upside down before reaching for his glass of scotch. He was sitting at the counter at the bar, contemplating over his last fight. It was the second encounter he had had recently, except this one did not go very well for him at all. "Hey," Dean called to the bartender who was serving two kids who looked like they were barely in their sophomore year in college. "Who I gotta kill to get a beer around here? And two more of these," he says, tapping the bottom of the overturned shot glass with his index and middle finger. He nods his head to the music playing. One thing Dean always loved about this bar was its almost non-stop playlist of classic rock 'n roll. Even as a demon, Dean's love for rock 'n roll hadn't faded away. He was mouthing the words when he heard the two kids talking. One had mentioned some house of an old guy that had died. Dean had heard of the dude before, but paid no attention to it. Just some sap who died. The other suggested breaking in to rob the house for his two heirlooms, but the other shot it down immediately, claiming the ghosts would kill him. Dean smirks smugly. Ghosts? Nothing to a damn demon. And he could use some coin. Dean stood up and grabbed his jacket, flipping it over his shoulder as he left the bar.

He pulled up to the mansion in his Impala, climbing out and slamming the door shut as he moves towards the house. He stealthily looks through a window on the first floor, taking note of all of the guards and cleaners moving through the house. He half-frowned, almost disappointed that this was all he was gonna have to fight. He took his knife from his jacket and looks towards the front door. He infuses the knob with his demonic energy, causing it to shoot forward into the house and smash into a china cabinet. As the cleaners and guards react in surprise, Dean kicks in the door, the lock having been removed as he telekinetically launched the doorknob. Immediately after entering, Dean throws the knife into the back of one of the fleeing cleaning ladies. He charges one of the guards, punching him in the throat before following up with a quick kick to the knee. As the man buckled, Dean grabbed him by the jaw, keeping him from falling. "I think you know why I'm here," Dean growls. He forces him against the wall by driving his forearm into his neck. "Where are the rocks." As he speaks, the man starts to reach for his gun, prompting Dean to drive his knee into his forearm, snapping the bone and disabling the arm. "You've got three more limbs and a whole lotta body parts. This can be easy for you, or fun for me. You pick." Just as the man begins to speak, Dean hears a gun **** behind him. He simply creates a Hell-Hound that slams the would-be gunslinger to the ground, shredding into his throat as it darts around the room and slaughters the remaining guards and cleaners.

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A few minutes later, Dean walks into the master bedroom. He easily throws the bookcase aside with one arm, revealing the giant safe. Just where the guard said it would be before Dean turned his demonic pitbull on him. He turns the front key a few times before simply ripping the door of the safe off. "Hm. Just like I thought. I'm bigger," Dean says as he reaches in and takes out the golf-sized jewels. "This oughta cover my tab." He places the jewels in his pocket as he makes his way out of the house and back to his car.

 

[Vex]

'****' is that really censored?

Mission Passed, 40 EXP awarded to Riker.