"Good," Revenge said, putting his hands on his hips. "Now you guys can tell me what I want to go, and leave with no memory of the incident and just a few major injuries."
The greasy man noticed several other men in his same predicament. Red Revenge grinned. "I want to know who's been supplying the Crimsons with machine guns."
No reply.
"Ah, aha." Revenge said. "One last chance to do this the easy way."
Still silence.
"Very well," The Black Hero sighed. "Let's start with you Vice President." Revenge grabbed the man por the collar, dragging the segundo in command of the company to the edge of the rooftop.
"Tell me who is supplying the weapons." Revenge asked. "Please." he added in mock niceness.
"And if I don't, you're gonna drop me off the building?" the black man snorted. "You're a hero. You don't kill."
"I just got kicked out of the Justice League por Batman. Does that tell you something?"
The man gulped but remained silent.
"I've got at least a dozen mais guys over there. You don't answer, I can ask them."
"Then ask them!" the man exclaimed, sweating profusely.
"Okay." Revenge shrugged. He dropped the man. His scream faded into the night.
"So," Revenge said. "Who's next?"
No one moved.
"How about you?" Revenge asked, grabbing the final man on the row, taking him over to the edge of the roof. "You know?"
The man didn't respond, still shivering and sweating in fear.
"Five, four, three, two--"
The doors to the roof burst open and security guards stormed out. One, spotting Revenge, pulled out his sub-automatic and fired. Revenge could feel the bullets hitting his armor, then a sharp pain in his shoulder. He clutched it almost mechanically. He pulled his luva away and saw blood. His vision went red. The seguinte thing he knew, all the guards were on the ground, bleeding, not moving. Red Revenge dropped the pistols in his hands and fled.
The greasy man noticed several other men in his same predicament. Red Revenge grinned. "I want to know who's been supplying the Crimsons with machine guns."
No reply.
"Ah, aha." Revenge said. "One last chance to do this the easy way."
Still silence.
"Very well," The Black Hero sighed. "Let's start with you Vice President." Revenge grabbed the man por the collar, dragging the segundo in command of the company to the edge of the rooftop.
"Tell me who is supplying the weapons." Revenge asked. "Please." he added in mock niceness.
"And if I don't, you're gonna drop me off the building?" the black man snorted. "You're a hero. You don't kill."
"I just got kicked out of the Justice League por Batman. Does that tell you something?"
The man gulped but remained silent.
"I've got at least a dozen mais guys over there. You don't answer, I can ask them."
"Then ask them!" the man exclaimed, sweating profusely.
"Okay." Revenge shrugged. He dropped the man. His scream faded into the night.
"So," Revenge said. "Who's next?"
No one moved.
"How about you?" Revenge asked, grabbing the final man on the row, taking him over to the edge of the roof. "You know?"
The man didn't respond, still shivering and sweating in fear.
"Five, four, three, two--"
The doors to the roof burst open and security guards stormed out. One, spotting Revenge, pulled out his sub-automatic and fired. Revenge could feel the bullets hitting his armor, then a sharp pain in his shoulder. He clutched it almost mechanically. He pulled his luva away and saw blood. His vision went red. The seguinte thing he knew, all the guards were on the ground, bleeding, not moving. Red Revenge dropped the pistols in his hands and fled.
Likes: Swords, animals, history
Best Friend: Blaine, Aryess
Loves: Aryess
Dislikes: Those who pick on the weak
Worst Habit: Too trusting
Personal Secret: I have very few scars
favorito Food: French cebola Soup, mirtilo pancakes
favorito Color: Blue
Code Name: Lance?
Mentor/Inspiration: Arthur
Relations: Unaware of my birth parents
Base of Operations: Currently Nedora
Personal Home: Nedora
Occupation: Knight
Job: Knight
Team: None
What Symbolizes You: Excalibur. Or justice and loyalty
Biggest Regret: Not taking one hit...
Dream Career: Professor of Arthurian History.
Most Recent Nightmare: Realizing everything was a dream
Spirit Animal: Dog
Likes: Sweets
Best Friend: None
Loves: Heat
Dislikes: Cold
Worst Habit: Anti-Social
Personal Secret: I can dance really well
favorito Food: Creamed Spinach
favorito Color: Black
Code Name: Vixen
Mentor/Inspiration: Becca
Relations: None
Base of Operations: Resistance Headquarters
Personal Home: New York
Occupation: Mercenary
Job: Journalist
Team: Resistance
What Symbolizes You: Wind
Biggest Regret: Not falling in love
Dream Career: Travel writer
Most Recent Nightmare: Uhh...
Spirit Animal: Fox