Leo's POV
"Is this the place?" I asked the driver, my blade pressed against his neck.
After 'convincing' him to lead me back to their main base, we drove to an old junkyard. A tall steel picket fence wrapped in barbed wire, inside were dozens of dismantled, rust-eaten cars, and in the center sat an aging warehouse-turned-garage.
"I swear, this is the place!" The driver gulped. "Please, just—"
"Quiet," I cut him off.
A trio of vans rolled past us, considering it was 2 a.m, The odds of them delivering a package or fixing a toilet were nonexistent.
"See? I told you." The driver rambled as the vans disappeared inside. "You'll let me go now, right?" Hope flickered in his eyes.===I dropped the driver's corpse to the ground, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. He tried to run, all that did was delay the inevitable.
With him handled, it was time to deal with the rest of the Crimson Blade.
As I approached the junkyard's front gate, I reviewed my equipment. An SMG, My Arkham pistols, convertible into a rifle, and a combat knife.
Not much, but it was more than enough.
The Lara Croft Template made me efficient, silent, precise. She knew how to snap a neck without a sound, how to kill before a scream formed, how to land a shot mid-flip without missing.
Now that I think about it, she would be fucking terrfifing in the real world. She killed entire armies, either through sneak attack or god like aim. Has a kill count in the hundred, and survived shit that should have killed her instantly.
Ignoring the thought now, I eventually reached the front gate. The keypad controlling the gate's lock was old and rusted, I pried it open with ease and began working the wires. Part of me wished I could hack it with my phone like Marcus Holloway or Aiden Pearce. Unfortunately, unlike the Watch Dogs universe, this world wasn't fully interconnected.
Well, not yet. Another thought, but for now. I need to focus on the current situation, mainly on how I want to do this.
Slow and quiet? Or quick and loud?
As I walked through the junkyard, something caught my eye. An electrical box, I can do a lot with that.
It would be a waste not to use.
I snapped the padlock off, opened the panel, and examined the wiring, A little old but nothing I can't manipulate, my fingers brushed the main breaker.
"Lights out." With one clean motion, I killed the power.
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3rd Person POV
"Fucking hell." Kyle exhaled a plume of smoke.
The boss made it clear, make sure none of the girls get out during the night. Which meant, somebody needed to guard them at night.
"Hey, dumbass, put that shit out!" The other guard, Michel, barked.
Kyle sighed. "What's the big deal?"
"Are you blind?" Michel gestured at the makeshift lab, beakers, burners, volatile chemicals that definitely weren't legal.
"So? It's not like I've got a blowtorch in my hand. What's the problem with a cigarette?"
Michel pinched the bridge of his nose. "The problem is most of this shit will explode from a spark." He snatched the cigarette away. "I'm not dying because you can't go one night without a fix."
"Jesus." Kyle clicked his tongue. That was his last one. "You're acting like one cigarette's gonna kill us."
HONK. HONK. HONK.
The trio of honks cut them off before their disagreement turned into an argument.
"Fuck. More deliveries," Michel muttered. "Open it up."
"More? Isn't that room packed already?" Kyle grabbed the controller for the garage doors.
"I'm the one dumping their buckets," Michel snapped.
The shutter doors rolled upward, headlights flooded the garage.
"Turn that shit off!" Michel shielded his eyes.
"My bad," one of the drivers called as they killed the engine.
"How many?" Michel asked.
"Only Three, looks like people are starting to notice."
"Let me go!" a girl screamed.
"Shut up!" One of the kidnappers threw her to the ground.
"Why isn't she gagged?"
"She chewed through it. Like a damn rodent." He kicked her in the gut, hard enough to silence her.
Two more girls were dragged out, bound and gagged. One was unconscious, the other one was awake but shaking like a leaf.
"Just three," Michel muttered. "Boss won't like that."
"Things are getting worse, word is we ran into some fuckin' mutie. Half our guys are locked up, the rest are in the hospital."
"Just throw them in with the others, It's freezing."
Before any of them could move, the lights went out. In an instant, everybody was shrouded in darkness..
"Fuck!" Michel let out curses, the lights going out was the last thing he needed.
"I'll check it out," one of the drivers volunteered, clearly annoyed and exhausted.
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Ghost's POV
Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Fourteen in total, counting Three hostages. That left eleven targets, eleven bodies.
If I didn't want the girls getting caught in the crossfire, I had only one option. I have to take them down as quietly as possible, one by one if needed.
A flashlight beam swept in my direction, I slipped behind a wrecked sedan just before they noticed me.
They're probably here to check the fuse, eventually they'll notice the broken padlock, and try to warn the others.
Maybe I can use it to advantage, but I won't risk it
"What-" He bent down, examining the broken lock I left behind..
"Not a word." I pressed my pistol to his head. "You yell, you die." He stayed silent, good.
"I need you to speak." Just a little bit.
"…Who the hell are you?"
I tilted my head. "Who the hell are you?"
His brow furrowed.
"Who the hell are you?" My tone shifted.
Recognition dawned in his eyes, he recognized the voice, it was identical to his own. Before panic could set in, I snapped his neck.
I dragged his body aside, keeping it hidden for now.
"Hey!" I called out in his voice. "This shit's locked, I need a key."
"Hold on!" Someone answered.
As the footsteps approached, I hid.
"What the- where the hell is he?"
I stepped out, I covered his mouth and shoved my blade into throat. He let out a muddle gurgle as he tried to scream, but eventually he hit the ground like his friend.
Two down.
"Shit! There's something out here- we need help." I shouted in feigned panic.
Running footsteps, I hid behind a barrel
"The hell are you talking about?!" Two guys ran toward my general direction.
Only two? Shame.
They rushed past me.
"Holy crap." One froze at the sight of his friend's corpse.
I slipped behind the other and slit his throat.
THUMP.
The second man turned, drawn to the sound of his friend hitting the ground. He was too slow to react, I closed the distance and buried my blade in his throat.
Four down, Seven left.
I circled the warehouse, coming out on the other side.
"What the hell did they see?" One muttered.
"Maybe a coyote?"
"You dumbass, why would there be a coyote in the city. " Another answered back.
"This isn't making sense." One of them drew his pistol, the others followed him. "Three with me, two around back. You," He gestured to the last guy. "Guard the girls."
Damn, guess they're smarter than they look.
Two of them approached my position, one of them was guarding the girl. The last four, they were on the other side. While there's some distance between them, it's not much.
As the first one rounded the corner, I plunged my knife into his throat. His phone hit the ground, the light flashing the area. The second one lifted his gun, but he was too slow. I snapped his neck, and quickly reclaimed my blade from the first guy's throat.
"Fuck!" The guard cursed as he saw me
He raised his weapon, I threw my blade before he could pull the trigger.
The knife pierced his eye, considering how strong I am. It probably broke through the skull, maybe even grazed the brain
The guard's body landed beside the girls, the conscious ones stared at me in horror.
Her therapy bills are going to be insane, if they weren't already.
I walked past the girls, drawing both pistols.
"What the hell was that?!"
I rounded the corner, the last of four men all huddled up.
BANG, BANG.
I shot two bullets, and four bodies were dropped.
…Oh.
Dang, I didn't now
The rounds had torn through the first pair, and continued into the men behind them.
I should have seen this coming, my gun can turned into a rifle. Which means it had Sniper-grade lethality, kind of overkill but I didn't care.
"Please! Just let us go!" one of the girls sobbed.
"Give me a minute." I searched the workshop.
A mechanic's garage repurposed into a meth lab, the office was turn into a storage room stacked with products. Another one was revolting excuse for a bathroom.
The final door was padlocked, which didn't for long.
I kicked it open, despite Dexter's Template, I nearly gagged at the sight.
Over a dozen girls crammed into a single room, filthy, faded clothes hanging off skeletal frames. Yellowed teeth, Sickly skin. Buckets in the corner filled with human waste, it was disgusting and horrific.
They flinched when I stepped inside.
"Outside." My voice was cold, sharp, and inhuman.
It took a moment, but they eventually shuffled past me into the yard.
"Here's what's going to happen," I addressed the group. "You leave, find a cop, or go home. In return for saving you, you stay quiet for one night. That's all I need to finish things here."
Silence.
"Do you understand?"
Most of them nodded before bolting off, a few of them stayed frozen but eventually ran off as well.
With the girls gone, I was left alone with eleven corpses. I wasn't finished though, if I wanted the Crimson Blades to end tonight. Then I needed to cut the head off, which meant killing the boss.
I pulled out the driver's phone.
Eleven bodies are about to become twelve.
Ring, Ring.
"This better be important."
"It is." I mimicked the driver perfectly. "We've got a situation, we need you here. Like, right now."
They let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine, thirty minutes." The call ended.
Guards dead, girls freed. Half an hour to prepare, and I wouldn't need much to take him down.
I examined the room, mainly the chemistry setup.
While I wasn't an expert, I could tell that most of it was outdated, sloppy, and amateurish. Yet, it could still be useful.
They wouldn't be needing it anymore, and I'm pretty sure the drugs they already have have more than enough evidence.
Plus, with the girls acting as witnesses. That was more than enough evidence for the cops to build a nice, airtight case.
While it may be morally wrong to steal evidence, I still needed material to make my stimpack. This way, it won't leave a paper trail.
I've had the knowledge to make stimpack since the very beginning, but I lacked the material. Which reminds me, I need one more thing if I want to make them.
I glanced at one corpse, blood dripping from his neck. One of the key components in the stimpack is blood, well, technically, it's something synthesized from blood. Lucky for me, it didn't need to be fresh.