Street Functions: Psysis vs Quality RPG

The streets. Every kid has witnessed the worst of them, or at the least heard of the worst place to be brought up in. Drugs, money, and guns drive illegal operations on the streets. Fake ID's, checks, those are just the tip of an iceberg in which the local Cops, F.B.I, A.T.F, C.I.A, and other government organizations try to stop. Yet, they can't do a god damn thing to those dealers who can corrupt a person by just waving five thousand dollars around. Ironic how corruption can meld a credible person into the dirt-low of a city, and how people can get killed just for being around. Assassinations, both in town operators and out of town operators are gleeful at the extra cash for a quick kill.

There isn't any shame in killing for money, Mercenaries and Assassins do it, but their classified in separate classes despite their close similarities. Mark however, he's in a class all his own and is barely rivaled by those who 'claim' to be the best of the best. He's a mixture, a genius concoction of the two that forms the perfect solution for everything, even the coldest of situations. May it be a quick stabbing, or a total cleanup of thirty guys, Mark can do the job, and the job won't be strenuous like it would be on others for him.

So, the same as always, under any alias, Mark was a true-born killer. Sixteen, naive age for some, but for Mark it is just the beginning of a career. A normal job assignment for him today, or so he thought. Mark moved across a table and to his laptop on top of his kitchen counter. It had been laying there since early last night, and had since been untouched for awhile. Opening it, Mark put in his password, and immediately a blue screen greeted him. A few choices popped up on his screen: Internet Explorer, Microsoft Word, and Marks' special Security System. More so than all of them, one simple message caught his eye. Located at the bottom right part of his screen was the simple words " New Job" focused on his Yahoo.com account.

Pressing the message, Mark was blared by a white screen connecting to the Internet. After a few moments, Mark was in his E-Mails, and opening up the file labeled “Psysis." Immediately, Mark's eyes popped up at the name that he knew all to familiar. Long ago, Mark and Psysis had been on the same team, and although the team broke up soon after starting and going on a few missions, Mark still held all of those members in the highest of regards, especially the silent, telepath Psysis. A job was a job though, and Mark had to complete it or otherwise fight the organization that hired him to do assignments against super-powered beings like Psysis. He could do it of course, kill the whole organization in the blink of an eye, but he was a lazy bastard and the E-Mail was catching his attention. He owned the corporation hiring him anyways, funding it from behind closed doors.

Dear Mr. Quality,
     
     Desperado Inc. has been hired to deal with a superhuman by the nickname "Psysis." He is considered a highly dangerous telepath and should be held in the highest regards concerning safety. Below is the mission statement from the person(s) who want this job completed quickly and the body of Psysis disposed or deposed immediately upon the target being 'terminated.' Failure to comply with this will cause your corporation the loss of more than thirty million dollars.

    Writer Unknown: Nickname "Rictor":  We are plagued by a man, appearing to be a superhuman by the name of Psysis. He deals with us like rats, distributing fear into our drug and weapons circles. No one will hence by anything from us, and we are foreshadowing the losses of thousands if not millions of illegal dollars we would like in our pockets and not in drug addicts and crazy people's pockets.
    Sadly though, Psysis has made it his 'holy crusade' to get rid of us out of the poor, deprived  China Town in San Francisco. We can't set up shop with the fear that he will just blow through with fury and kill our people. We need help from a Mercenary and or Assassin willing to kill a well known, if not overshadowed hero that's death will end up in the News thereafter. We cannot have any loose ends, so tie everything up that you possibly can.

" Easy enough."

Mark grunted the words easily like he had done before time and time again. " I might need just my two sets of Malaysian Flamberge and Glock Pistols for this."

Hesitantly, while remembering talking to Psysis as an ally, Mark emerged from his vacation home, or summer home, with a duffle bag hiding his equipment. Each item inside the bag was important in his plan to finish his opponent, and then dispose of his target thereafter as asked by "Rictor." Greatly, Mark was only an hour or two away from San Francisco's China Town, and therefore no need to take a plane at all to reach his destination. Unlocking the door to his car, Mark threw his duffle bag into the passenger’s seat and then jumped into the driver's seat of his one hundred thousand dollar Lamborghini. Driving off towards the lively city, Mark prepared himself for a...entertaining fight.

-London, England. Two Days Ago:

The streets of London were filled with exciting events and spectacles, all of which were celebrating the birth of a new team of six British superheroes known together as "The Knights Templar". Making their debut outside Parliament during a press conference, Psysis introduced himself as the team leader in his new costume bearing the colors and design of the British flag, to represent his country. As the press conference was closing to an end, several gunshots could be heard throughout the area. A few moments later as the team started to react, a massive explosion destroyed the stage that the Knights had been standing on, propelling the crowd from confused to panic. Psysis slowly raised to his feet after the explosion, thankfully his psionic field had protected him from the blast, but it didn’t matter to him as his thoughts were on the condition of the rest of the team. Trying to call out the names of his teammates, Psysis began to search through the debris, while telepathically scanning the area for anyone involved with the attack. As the smoke cleared, five lifeless bodies dressed in costumes could be seen under the rubble. As he discovered the bodies, he quickly fell to his knees in grief, believing that he could have saved his friends.

The event turned to a disaster with the lost of several hundred lives including the majority of The Knights Templar. While Britain mourned in this day of infamy, Psysis planned for revenge. Suddenly, his telepathic scan had picked up a thought signature of an individual a few miles away, who was on the phone discussing the success of the attack. With great speed, Psysis flew from the area directly towards the assassin’s location. As he drew close enough to finally get a view of the man, Psysis landed on the street directly infront of the assassin. He grabbed the man’s clothes and forced the assassin into a nearby wall. "Oh Jesus, please don’t kill me! I’ll tell you anything!" Psysis smirked at the assassin. "You don’t need to tell me." Using a fraction of his immense telepathic power, he searched through the assassin’s mind, discovering the truth behind the attack.

Desperado inc. Chinatown. San Francisco.

-Chinatown, San Francisco. Present Time:

The music and voices within a small bar were quickly silenced by the appearance of the costume-clad Psysis. He slowly looked around, scanning the area as his journey led him to this bar where members of Desperado inc. would be having their daily drink. His sight suddenly stopped upon a small group of men sharply dressed in fine business suits sitting in a corner booth. The men sat still, uncertain of what to do as Psysis made his way over to the table. "So, you are the one who’d been making a lot of noise in this area. What can I do to help you?" The one in the center of the group asked. Psysis pulled up a chair from another table and sat down. "I want all the information that you have of your group." The men chuckled. "What’s in it for us?" another asked. Psysis turned his head to the one who asked the question. "I won’t kill you." The bar quickly emptied, leaving only Psysis and the small group inside. The four men looked at each other and nodded as they pulled out their briefcases and took out files, lists and pictures all evidence linked towards their group. "This is all we have, but now we must disappear as you have put us in Desperado’s sights." Psysis rose to his feet and pulled out a long blade from its sheath strapped to his back. "You’re not leaving," With a swift slice of his sword, he quickly decapitated their heads and left with the files.