Chicago (CVnU Location)

@Rumble Man:"When Rage fight, Rage hurt people. Rage not want hurt people."

@Rage_Hard: "Lets fight in the beach then"

@Rumble Man: Rage scratched his head. "Rage not like fight. People hurt when people fight."

@Rage_Hard:

"Hazard not people, shiny head... see?"

@Rumble Man: "Hazard...metal man?" Rage questioned. "Rage hate metal man!" His mind was of course, filled with memories of the man whom had threatened him. "Rage smash!" With that he lunged at his opponent with a roar.

@Rage_Hard:

Hazard moved closer so that the lunge will hit him, yet repositioned that he will be sent flying to a more secluded are where their battle won't be interrupted by annoying heroes or itching villains. Speed was controlled so that the green giant can catch up, "Catch me if ya can green man"

@TheUncannyWith her wonderfully goddess like body, The Electric Executioner walked down the streets of Chicago, a rather normal day so far...But something was on the rise. Someone at least

@Kamikaze_: She seemed to suspect him in a way which Bernie didn't like. Thought this did mean he had to improvise without the element of surprise which could be fun. When she was approaching an alleyway Bernie made his way down from the building he was watching her from and readied his knife to attack.

@TheUncanny: "Oh just another mugger" Taylor thought, rolling her eyes for a moment as she turned to the alleyway, reaching down to her sheath "Oh lemme guess, you want the jewelry, the shoes, the iPhone and the purse and I won't get hurt?" She giggled for a moment, giving that omnious slow draw of her long blade, Shuurai. "Buddy you just brought a knife to a swordfight..." She said smiling.

@Kamikaze_: Quietly he says beneath his mask "So maybe what I've heard about you is true. Good." Quickly Bernie throws a roundhouse kick her way followed by a slash of his blade aimed for her torso. "So how are you liking Chicago ma'am! Pretty crazy eh?" Bernie says with a bit of joy in his voice.

@TheUncanny: Realizing this wasn't a 70's Kung Fu movie, Taylor used her incredibly sharpened blade to place upwards in the direction of the round house kick and push up a bit, Which if treated without the most focus, could cut off the attackers leg. Next his knife found itself slashing across her stomach, slicing through her tight black clothing to reach a cache of blood. Within moments she placed a single finger on the metallic weapon, volting out enough electricity to fry him to incapicatiation, Which would channel through the blade and eventually to her assailant's body "Oh it's fine, It's especially fun to find two bit criminals like you, chop off their eyelids and then blow salt at them..."

@Kamikaze_: "Huh, well played..." Bernie thought to himself as her intimidating sword found its way though his upper calf muscle "Good thing my calf took the damage and not my aiorda eh? That could have been pretty fatal." Her follow up attack of lighting was Stopped short by his follow up attack "That was impressive what you did there... With the electricity, but believe it or not I did my homework on you miss bad@$$" the arrogant fool says as he pulls out his last only backup knife and slashes at her with both tools. "What is you use in your hair Ms? I mean I don't usally spend to much time on my hair, but if I can get it to look as good as your I'll give it a shot." Bernie says jokingly

@TheUncanny: Immediately the man unleashed a flurry of slashes and stabs, But Taylor decided to play around. With that smile that was the last images seen before a good few men appeared, She teleported within a short frame to the side of the man, hoping to throw a knee into his balls, followed by one more teleportation where she would kick him down in the back with a good amount of force

@Kamikaze_: "Oww! Oh #$%^!" Bernie said as he went to ground from her ferocious attacks "Is this how you treat all the cute boys?" He says jokingly again, but with hints of pain with every word he says.

@Rumble Man: "Rage catch metal man! Rage smash you!" He roared, and leaped high into the air, launching himself not only up, but also forwards.

@Rage_Hard: "Bingo"

Hazard positions himself so that the green giant would strike him down, the trajectory is controlled so that if he were to fall then it would reach somewhere far from human activity.

@Kamikaze_: (sorry it's taken so long!)

The entrance to the rather grand Red Curtain was oddly simple, the front of the building could be accessed through a car park. A well cleaned silver lift offered you a small black device and a key pad, both of which, once correctly entered would take you up to the top floor of a large building. Once there you were pushed gently out into a simply designed entrance area, with a plain wooden desk and a high backed chair. A good looking and friendly girl next door type sat waiting for you, a small black box on the table in front of her. You placed your hand in the box and if you survived, you were free to enter. If you did not, your body was placed in a chute and burnt without anyone knowing.

Surreal smiled at the girl on the desk, she was new but Surreal's face was unforgettable and she was given a pass through the box and into the back area. This was where the place came into its own. Lavishly decorated in a red and gold colour scheme, every surface was decadent and made of materials only found in the rarest of places in all of the lands. Surreal brushed past all of these, smiling at old clients who raised to greet her. Her old life following her through as she went to visit her dear friends.

Sliding through a silk curtained off doorway, she briefly hugged the bodyguard. A beautiful Asian girl in a red kimono. All of the workers here were female and all of them trained in every art of seduction and death.

"Surreal son!" a voice exclaimed from the back room. As she entered the girls changing rooms, a corridor of beautifully crafted rooms with showers and changing areas. All full of everything they needed for whatever whim the men desired. The girl approaching her was topless and wearing nothing more than a black leather thong and a black leather mask. "I have a client, promise you won't go before seeing me!" the girl hugged her quickly before racing off into another doorway with a wave and a wiggle of her small naked ass. Surreal smiled after her and turned down the hallway, down the end was a large comfortable living area where most of the girls sat and had a cup of tea and a rest between jobs. Seeing her several of them jumped up to hug her and smile, the new girls nervously waved at the legend that was SaDiablo.

She sat with the girls, conversing about old times. A screen on the side of the room showed the waiting bar area so the girls could keep an eye out if the overflow became too much for any one shift. Looking up Surreal could see a group of men enter the area, immediately her eyes narrowed, her senses picking up something.. off ... bout the men. She could tell the trained guards could sense it too. They all stepped forward slightly as the men entered. Before any of them could react the black suits the men wore were torn off their bodies, their reptilian under skins appearing through the flesh they ripped off like wax. They leapt forward attacking several of the girls, Surreal bolted down the hallway to help.

@Rumble Man: Rage hit the metal man. It felt good. The dark beast of anger was appeased, a little. Now Rage aimed his large fists at the metal man's face, punching again and again. "Rage hate you! Rage smash!"

@Rage_Hard:

As they enter empty grounds Hazard took yet another one of those earth shaking punches, he simply did not stay and was knocked out of his current position. Several derelict buildings are flattened in a construction area, and he awoke from the rubble while dusting off the febris from the strands of his hair.

"That is a good punch"

it's cold and dark out. The city sings it's usual song of beauty so loud that everyone is interested in participating and joining in by working and driving there modern Vehicles. It's so busy around here no one notices the newest victim of the Classic Killer as he is being carted away by his murder and dumped into a random unlocked car in the alleyway of a locally owned pub. His lifeless corpse makes a loud thump in melody with the rest of the city as it is dumped in the trunk and locked there. The Killer wipes off his blade and prepares to cover his tracks after mumbling "That was not worth the trip here... But... At least he was an easy kill."

@Kincaid_Knightfall: A smile lifted her face, "I wouldn't mind a ride as of right now." the two pair sprint across the park as the unknown trails them from behind, unable to utilize her gift she had no choice but to flee, something she wasn't proud of. The sounds of earth shaking foot steps alarmed the two, "Were not gonna outrun this thing anytime soon....".

The tranquil mercenary decided to spend his two day vacation in the gritty city of Chicago. Home to the Bulls, a favorite team of his since the 90's. With two tickets too tonights game he stepped out of the motel room he rented in a butter soft, red Soda Club Pelle Pelle jacket, some red monkey jeans and a pair of Jordan BRed 11's. A recent addition to the garage of the elite mercenary was the Mclaren MP4-12C Spider. In orange and grey it was a visual beauty, with a monster engine. People took the time out of their day to pay attention as Milo zoomed out of the parking lot and up the road to pick up his date.

@Bill_Lancer: The wheels of the exotic super car lost traction upon making contact with the spike strip, causing the car to veer out of control. Just as it began to flip Milo kicked out the side door and launched himself through it, evading what may have been grueling injury with an acrobatic somersault. Reaching inside his jacket the man retrieved a hunting knife. "Ollie, Ollie oxen free!" Milo yelled into the darkness, trying to lure out the culprit behind what was supposed to be an unfortunate death.

The bounty hunter Cleo hovered near a police station, speaking on a comm link she pulled out her rifle"Mission status is go, all units stand by"

@Bill_Lancer: His senses alerted him to the mine just before it started beeping. Three seconds was more than enough time to clear the blast radius. Now on high alert, a trick like that wouldn't work twice. "Good job on the preparation. Now let's get into the second phase of the assassination attempt if you don't mind," he chided, hunting knife gripped at an invert.

@Bill_Lancer: With incredible dexterity and uncanny precision the tranquil mercenary turned on a dime and cut the rounds out of the sky, avoiding harm for the moment as he analyzed his attacker. "What kind of man shoots another man in the back? Well, tries in your case." He smiled, relaxing his body in an attempt to lure the opponent in to a false sense of security. Hopefully catching him off guard with the sudden change in posture as he launched the knife at his shoulder in an attempt to disarm him.

@Bill_Lancer: The hard metal collided with Milo's face, sending him reeling back in pain. Blood drooled from his lip as he took off his jacket, then activated a sequence on his watch. In an instant the jeans and t-shirt were swapped for the black cortosis weave suit that the merc was known for wearing. In actuality his clothing was a cloaking device and the suit always remained on, allowing him to be prepared for situations like these. He drew his twin glock 40's with a twirl and began firing away at the man, with shots adjusted for predicted evasive movement.

@Bill_Lancer: Milo knew grenades like the back of his hand, and timing the three second triggers as they were pumped out of the device was child's play. He surged forward quickly, meeting each grenade with a swift kick that sent them spiraling back towards the shooter. The last one was kicked at an off angle and exploded a bit closer to the mercenaries than Milo expected. The force sent his body into the flipped over vehicle, which he in turn flipped over. Milo lay on the other side, searching his person for the right gadget.

@Bill_Lancer: Little did his pursuer know, Milo had used the small time it took the man to cover the distance between them for cooking one of his specialties, a cryo grenade, capable of freezing an entire target for hours. With a second left until detonation Milo leaped up from his crouched position. Fuve slugs ripped into his collar bone, ribs and thigh as he vaulted over the man tossing the cryo grenade at his torso whilst looking directly into his eyes as his body sailed over the car roof.

@Madame_Orchid said:

@Kincaid_Knightfall: A smile lifted her face, "I wouldn't mind a ride as of right now." the two pair sprint across the park as the unknown trails them from behind, unable to utilize her gift she had no choice but to flee, something she wasn't proud of. The sounds of earth shaking foot steps alarmed the two, "Were not gonna outrun this thing anytime soon....".

The two hastily made their way to the street, the acrobatic Knightfall quickly mounting the bike, holding out a hand to Amelia to help onto the seat behind him.

@Bill_Lancer: "Nah," Milo retorted, his glock 40 drawn once again and fired. The round hit the Mclaren's gas tank, igniting it for an explosion mean to swallow the mercenary who stood on the roof.The bullets embedded in Milo's body were forced out as he rose to his feet, healing factor triggered. He holstered the weapon and unsheathed the katanas, deciding that this fight needed to end soon.

@Bill_Lancer: @Bill_Lancer: Milo didn't move an inch as the vicious warrior surged toward him. The explosion had barely hampered him and it seems as the fight went on he was getting better and better. The knife in his hand was large and thick, making Milo flinch at the thought of what he was about to do. The thick knife plunged deep into his abdomen. With his pain receptors disabled, Milo only felt the pressure of the bowie knife cutting through his stomach tissue. The tip of blade came out of his back just shy of his spine. With the man in range and wide open he sent the basic katana straight for his neck for a horizontal strike. Willy, the poison laced katana, was trained for the opponent's center of mass, almost guaranteeing that it would connect. If Willy made contact the fast acting curare would paralyze the man and then, Milo could do what he wished with the assassin.

@Bill_Lancer: He was too slow. The assassin easily avoided the twin swipes as Milo began to feel effects of the venom in his system. His vision blurred as more pressure impacted his chest, putting him on his back. Losing a grip on his consciousness he could no longer block out the pain with his advanced brain. It all rush him at once and he tried his best to squirm. Yet the venom had immobilized him, so the tranquil mercenary simply laid there, wallowing in pain and defeat.

@Bill_Lancer: The healing factor Milo possessed was very selective. If not near death there was no chance of Milo recovering from his wounds rapidly. Had the poison running through his system simply paralyzed him the assassin would be able to claim his prize. But the moment Milo's heart stopped, the healing factor kicked in, ejecting the venomous blade from his abdomen with force, and kick starting his systems. His eyes shot open as the man began to cut up his face. Milo, with a bloodcurdling shriek reached his left hand out to grab the man's wrist, in an attempt to hold the knife in place. Using the magnetic pull of his other gauntlet he summoned Willy to his hand once again and tried to deliver a vicious cut to the man's burned arm.

@Bill_Lancer: With revitalized and renewed vigor the tranquil mercenary managed to parry the forceful lunge from this predator. He dropped Willy and used his open palms to send out a mighty push of magnetic force towards the heavily armed hunter. Soon his body would be stricken with paralysis due to the venomous blade.

@Tranquil: Bill flew five feet before tumbling into the ditch. "Not now.." He mumbled weakly, feeling his veins grow bigger and his heart rate slowing down, he was infected with a venom. Out from a utility pouch on his skull shirt came a shot of anti-venom. He knew it would only buy him a bit more time, but he stuck it in his thigh anyway.

@Bill_Lancer: Milo drew his last firearm, a PM9, keeping his distance as he trained the barrel on the man's exposed forehead. "Who hired you?"

@Tranquil: "Nobody done any hirin' for this test.." Bill said while getting to his feet, the look of a killer is what he wore. Right behind Milo speeding at 80MPH was a black cruise controlled combat van.