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Barnes had caught wind of an arms deal set to take place on midnight, Tuesday. It was currently 11:29 PM, and he had staked out the location twice in the previous week, to ensure familiarity with the environment. From his sources, he knew that the deal was between an officer of the NBville Police Department, and Roman Sionis. The Black Mask. The man was particularly infamous amongst the criminal underworld, even his public face was scented with corruption. But his wealth and connections prevented the justice system from touching him. The cops wouldn't dare interfere with his business, lest they be subjected to the horrible torture he was known for. But the kind of torture that the Black Mask was known for, wasn't even near the level that Barnes had endured at the hands of HYDRA. And he'd ensure that nobody else would have to suffer from either Sionis or HYDRA.
It was 11:46 PM, and the location was still deserted. It was in the middle of a harbourside shipping yard, littered with shipping containers and wooden crates. Good spots for cover, or vantage points. Barnes would have brought a weapon with him, but there was only two targets on the cargo. The police officer wasn't the main problem though, it was Sionis himself. He may be a mob boss, but he's gone toe-to-toe with armed officers and come out on top before. At least, that's what the rumours had said. Barnes had done some small research on Sionis before the meeting that was to happen tonight, but had no time to conduct a proper investigation into the man. Caution would be wise. He'd chosen to don his combat uniform from his previous life. Hopefully, it would only be his outfit that returned.
11:59 PM. A car pulls into the main driveway, a police vehicle. Barnes watches from the cover of a shipping container, observing the car as it slows on the wet concrete, a screeching sound accompanying the halting. Squinting his eyes slightly, he watches the driver open the door to get out of the vehicle. A police officer stands up, and Barnes does a quick run-down of his person. Appears to be 5"8', carrying standard issue equipment of a police officer of the NBPD. In his hands, a suitcase. Puffs of breath were visible in the cold night's air. It was fairly cold tonight, about 12° celsius. Though, he himself wasn't all too bothered by it. In his previous life, he'd been trained in various body control techniques to properly regulate breathing and temperature, so as to perform at maximum efficiency at all times during an operation. Taking slow, controlled breaths, he'd increased the blood flow around his body and kept reasonably warm.
12:00 PM. Another car, jet black, drives into the shipping yard. This had to be Black Mask. His suspicions were proven right when the passenger opened the door, revealing a tall man in a white suit. Most notable of the features, however, was the black skull for a head. It was him. In the silence of the shipping yard, Barnes could hear the two men's voices.
There was no reply. The officer simply brought up the suitcase, and undid several locks. Opening it to reveal a large sum of money. Whatever it was, the money wasn't the problem. The exchange of weapons was the main problem. And Barnes would ensure that the exchange wouldn't happen.
For a man like Black Mask to have crates of weaponry was no surprise, the reasons for a police officer requesting that much weaponry was. Assuming there was only one, that is. No matter. The men had to be taken out first, then he'd inspect the weapons himself. As Black Mask's men withdrew crates from the trunk and within the car, Barnes began to make his move. From the shipping container, he looked down to observe the situation, and plan his attack. Five hostiles, including the officer and Sionis. The other three were the men carrying the weaponry in crates. They were likely, all armed. Not too heavily, it would seem. Anything they had would be concealed. He couldn't damage the weapons in the crate, or the operation would be pointless. He'd need to be careful in case the hostiles would damage the cargo as well. The 3 men were walking in a straight line, to Black Mask and the officer, with Sionis with his back to the group and the officer facing the henchmen. Taking out the 3 would come first, then the police officer. Sionis would be the last target.
Dropping from the shipping container, Barnes descends on the two henchmen furthest back from the two criminals. Grabbing their heads with his hands, he uses the downward force to do most of his work for him. With an iron grip, he smashes both henchmen into the car, their skulls crashing against the metal construct. Releasing his grip from the two, now incapacitated, henchmen, he turns his attention to the remaining one. By now, in the 2 seconds it took to drop and neutralise the two henchmen, the police officer would have registered his presence and begun to reach for a weapon. The suitcase hadn't even dropped from his hands in his favour of a firearm before Barnes' bionic arm wrapped around the neck of the third henchmen. With his right hand, he would reach to his back and pull out his Vz.61 Skorpion, pointing it straight at the officer. Pulling the trigger once let loose bullets that rocketed straight into the officer's shoulder. The henchmen he was holding in a neck vice struggled to breath, gasping and clawing at his bionic arm. Futilely. The man's nails would sooner be scraped from the sockets of his fingers than Barnes let go. Pointing his SMG at the remaining target; Black Mask, Barnes silently demanded he turn around with his hands up. As if he knew immediately what to do, Sionis turned around to face Barnes. His mask was a fearsome visage, especially in stark contrast to the plain white of his suit. His gloved hands were outstretched, in surrender. Or, so it seemed. Flicking up a hidden knife from his sleeve, he whips his left arm down, throwing the blade towards Barnes' head. Had it not been for quick reflexes, Barnes would be dead. But his quick thinking registered the movement in time, reflexively ducking behind the hostage henchmen for protection. This was going to have to end in a fight, he assumed.
Releasing his bionic arm's grip on the henchmen, he steps back and raises his right leg, kicking the man squarely in the tailbone. He'd find it difficult to stand, even after the immediate pain. He would fall towards Black Mask, but Sionis wouldn't be thrown off by something like that. As soon as he had line of sight on Barnes, he threw another knife towards the Skorpion in Barnes' hand. Pulling the trigger wasn't an option, he might end up killing Sionis, or being hit by the knife. Leaning his upper body to the left, he swiftly dodges the blade. But Black Mask had already closed the distance. Barnes had a few options of dealing with the situation, but all of them involved abandoning his weapon. Dropping his Skorpion as Sionis throws a left hook, Barnes puts his right arm up and blocks the blow with his forearm. Black Mask then performs a frontal kick with his left leg. Dropping his right arm guard, Barnes whips his hand down and blocks the kick from connecting with his palm, crouching slightly so the movement does not stretch him. Then, Barnes straightens his posture and raises his right arm, extending it to throw a straight jab at the Black Mask. The blow connects, a wooden crack sounding the collision. Sionis' head whips back slightly, but he doesn't display much reaction to the blow at all. He chuckles slightly, mocking Barnes.
It wasn't the first time someone had resisted a punch from him, but he didn't expect it to have that little effect. His bionic arm would probably make a difference. But there was no time for hypotheticals. As Black Mask runs towards him, throwing a straight jab with his left hand, Barnes intercepts the punch by grabbing the wrist with his bionic arm and pulling him closer. Then, he shoves his right shoulder straight into Sionis' gut. The blow knocks the breath out of him, which would give Barnes 2 seconds at maximum to launch another offensive. Shuffling closer to Black Mask in a few short, but effective movements, Barnes crouches slightly and throws a devastating uppercut with his bionic arm, cracking Sionis on the underside of his chin. The blow sends Black Mask reeling backwards, and on his back. He could hear Sionis coughing, and gasping. Now was the time to finish the job. Rushing to the prone target, Barnes crouches over him, raising his bionic arm and smashing his fist across the side of Sionis' face. The mask chips, with a small crack visible at the jawline. His body slackens, and he's fallen unconscious. Quickly, Barnes checks his vitals. He detects a pulse. Slow, but steady. He'll be out for a while. Standing over the unconscious Sionis, he turns and walks over to the weapon crates, checking their contents. M4 Carbines 5.56 mm. Interesting. Packing up the crates and putting them into the Black Mask's car, Barnes gets into the vehicle, and drives off. The weapons would remain in his hands, in case he found himself in a situation where he'd need them.
Alignment: Neutral
Type: Solo/Counter/Initiative
Rank: C
District: Outskirts
Description: A trade within the Black Market is set to go down at midnight tonight. The buy is between Black Mask(NPC) and a rogue agent of the local police department. Heavy-grade artillery and weaponry is set to be traded; your mission is to steal the artillery and weapons being sold from both parties in order to add them to your personal inventory or sell them for their own profit.
Reward: 20 EXP
Type: Solo/Counter/Initiative
Rank: C
District: Outskirts
Description: A trade within the Black Market is set to go down at midnight tonight. The buy is between Black Mask(NPC) and a rogue agent of the local police department. Heavy-grade artillery and weaponry is set to be traded; your mission is to steal the artillery and weapons being sold from both parties in order to add them to your personal inventory or sell them for their own profit.
Reward: 20 EXP
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]Barnes had caught wind of an arms deal set to take place on midnight, Tuesday. It was currently 11:29 PM, and he had staked out the location twice in the previous week, to ensure familiarity with the environment. From his sources, he knew that the deal was between an officer of the NBville Police Department, and Roman Sionis. The Black Mask. The man was particularly infamous amongst the criminal underworld, even his public face was scented with corruption. But his wealth and connections prevented the justice system from touching him. The cops wouldn't dare interfere with his business, lest they be subjected to the horrible torture he was known for. But the kind of torture that the Black Mask was known for, wasn't even near the level that Barnes had endured at the hands of HYDRA. And he'd ensure that nobody else would have to suffer from either Sionis or HYDRA.
Seventeen.
It was 11:46 PM, and the location was still deserted. It was in the middle of a harbourside shipping yard, littered with shipping containers and wooden crates. Good spots for cover, or vantage points. Barnes would have brought a weapon with him, but there was only two targets on the cargo. The police officer wasn't the main problem though, it was Sionis himself. He may be a mob boss, but he's gone toe-to-toe with armed officers and come out on top before. At least, that's what the rumours had said. Barnes had done some small research on Sionis before the meeting that was to happen tonight, but had no time to conduct a proper investigation into the man. Caution would be wise. He'd chosen to don his combat uniform from his previous life. Hopefully, it would only be his outfit that returned.
Daybreak.
11:59 PM. A car pulls into the main driveway, a police vehicle. Barnes watches from the cover of a shipping container, observing the car as it slows on the wet concrete, a screeching sound accompanying the halting. Squinting his eyes slightly, he watches the driver open the door to get out of the vehicle. A police officer stands up, and Barnes does a quick run-down of his person. Appears to be 5"8', carrying standard issue equipment of a police officer of the NBPD. In his hands, a suitcase. Puffs of breath were visible in the cold night's air. It was fairly cold tonight, about 12° celsius. Though, he himself wasn't all too bothered by it. In his previous life, he'd been trained in various body control techniques to properly regulate breathing and temperature, so as to perform at maximum efficiency at all times during an operation. Taking slow, controlled breaths, he'd increased the blood flow around his body and kept reasonably warm.
Furnace.
12:00 PM. Another car, jet black, drives into the shipping yard. This had to be Black Mask. His suspicions were proven right when the passenger opened the door, revealing a tall man in a white suit. Most notable of the features, however, was the black skull for a head. It was him. In the silence of the shipping yard, Barnes could hear the two men's voices.
"You got the goods?"
"Yeah. What's more important is, if you got the money."
"Yeah. What's more important is, if you got the money."
There was no reply. The officer simply brought up the suitcase, and undid several locks. Opening it to reveal a large sum of money. Whatever it was, the money wasn't the problem. The exchange of weapons was the main problem. And Barnes would ensure that the exchange wouldn't happen.
"Very nice. I've got your weapons in the back, I'll have my men get the crates out."
For a man like Black Mask to have crates of weaponry was no surprise, the reasons for a police officer requesting that much weaponry was. Assuming there was only one, that is. No matter. The men had to be taken out first, then he'd inspect the weapons himself. As Black Mask's men withdrew crates from the trunk and within the car, Barnes began to make his move. From the shipping container, he looked down to observe the situation, and plan his attack. Five hostiles, including the officer and Sionis. The other three were the men carrying the weaponry in crates. They were likely, all armed. Not too heavily, it would seem. Anything they had would be concealed. He couldn't damage the weapons in the crate, or the operation would be pointless. He'd need to be careful in case the hostiles would damage the cargo as well. The 3 men were walking in a straight line, to Black Mask and the officer, with Sionis with his back to the group and the officer facing the henchmen. Taking out the 3 would come first, then the police officer. Sionis would be the last target.
Nine.
Dropping from the shipping container, Barnes descends on the two henchmen furthest back from the two criminals. Grabbing their heads with his hands, he uses the downward force to do most of his work for him. With an iron grip, he smashes both henchmen into the car, their skulls crashing against the metal construct. Releasing his grip from the two, now incapacitated, henchmen, he turns his attention to the remaining one. By now, in the 2 seconds it took to drop and neutralise the two henchmen, the police officer would have registered his presence and begun to reach for a weapon. The suitcase hadn't even dropped from his hands in his favour of a firearm before Barnes' bionic arm wrapped around the neck of the third henchmen. With his right hand, he would reach to his back and pull out his Vz.61 Skorpion, pointing it straight at the officer. Pulling the trigger once let loose bullets that rocketed straight into the officer's shoulder. The henchmen he was holding in a neck vice struggled to breath, gasping and clawing at his bionic arm. Futilely. The man's nails would sooner be scraped from the sockets of his fingers than Barnes let go. Pointing his SMG at the remaining target; Black Mask, Barnes silently demanded he turn around with his hands up. As if he knew immediately what to do, Sionis turned around to face Barnes. His mask was a fearsome visage, especially in stark contrast to the plain white of his suit. His gloved hands were outstretched, in surrender. Or, so it seemed. Flicking up a hidden knife from his sleeve, he whips his left arm down, throwing the blade towards Barnes' head. Had it not been for quick reflexes, Barnes would be dead. But his quick thinking registered the movement in time, reflexively ducking behind the hostage henchmen for protection. This was going to have to end in a fight, he assumed.
"You think you can just bust one of my deals and walk away? You're gonna have to pay, my friend!"
Benign.
Releasing his bionic arm's grip on the henchmen, he steps back and raises his right leg, kicking the man squarely in the tailbone. He'd find it difficult to stand, even after the immediate pain. He would fall towards Black Mask, but Sionis wouldn't be thrown off by something like that. As soon as he had line of sight on Barnes, he threw another knife towards the Skorpion in Barnes' hand. Pulling the trigger wasn't an option, he might end up killing Sionis, or being hit by the knife. Leaning his upper body to the left, he swiftly dodges the blade. But Black Mask had already closed the distance. Barnes had a few options of dealing with the situation, but all of them involved abandoning his weapon. Dropping his Skorpion as Sionis throws a left hook, Barnes puts his right arm up and blocks the blow with his forearm. Black Mask then performs a frontal kick with his left leg. Dropping his right arm guard, Barnes whips his hand down and blocks the kick from connecting with his palm, crouching slightly so the movement does not stretch him. Then, Barnes straightens his posture and raises his right arm, extending it to throw a straight jab at the Black Mask. The blow connects, a wooden crack sounding the collision. Sionis' head whips back slightly, but he doesn't display much reaction to the blow at all. He chuckles slightly, mocking Barnes.
"You think weak shit like that'll faze me!? I'm the Black Mask, you damn pest!"
It wasn't the first time someone had resisted a punch from him, but he didn't expect it to have that little effect. His bionic arm would probably make a difference. But there was no time for hypotheticals. As Black Mask runs towards him, throwing a straight jab with his left hand, Barnes intercepts the punch by grabbing the wrist with his bionic arm and pulling him closer. Then, he shoves his right shoulder straight into Sionis' gut. The blow knocks the breath out of him, which would give Barnes 2 seconds at maximum to launch another offensive. Shuffling closer to Black Mask in a few short, but effective movements, Barnes crouches slightly and throws a devastating uppercut with his bionic arm, cracking Sionis on the underside of his chin. The blow sends Black Mask reeling backwards, and on his back. He could hear Sionis coughing, and gasping. Now was the time to finish the job. Rushing to the prone target, Barnes crouches over him, raising his bionic arm and smashing his fist across the side of Sionis' face. The mask chips, with a small crack visible at the jawline. His body slackens, and he's fallen unconscious. Quickly, Barnes checks his vitals. He detects a pulse. Slow, but steady. He'll be out for a while. Standing over the unconscious Sionis, he turns and walks over to the weapon crates, checking their contents. M4 Carbines 5.56 mm. Interesting. Packing up the crates and putting them into the Black Mask's car, Barnes gets into the vehicle, and drives off. The weapons would remain in his hands, in case he found himself in a situation where he'd need them.
