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[PkGamer]

For OOC thread (application .etc) go here:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=131290.0

The Old Mafia leaders are scattered all over the world.Keeping in contact by....facebook.Secured connections ofcourse.They are observing the world looking for people who are trying to reorganise the Old Mafia.Their mercenarys are ready for the word attack anyone or anything that are a big enough interest.Deep inside they are hoping that someday a group will rise that can receive the final task.....

[Patrick Hunt]

Harvey looks at the arms dealers knife for a moment then bursts into laughter.

" A knife? You think I've never been threatened with a knife before? Please I put bigger men then you on the ground when I was 15. Drop that thing now or I'll make you drop it you piss ant. "

Attempt to intimidate him, if this fails then break his wrist.

[PkGamer]

The arms dealer gets nervous for a moment but after gathering the courage try's to stab you with the knife.The knife only managed to skin your left arm tearing some of the cloth.The arms dealer prepares to swing the knife again.

[Patrick Hunt]

Help him to drop the knife by making his arm bend both ways. (( In other words snap his arm in half at the elbow. ))

[PkGamer]

The arms dealer groans in pain.He decides he had enough and starts  runing.There are sounds of police sirens of in the distance.

[Patrick Hunt]

Harvey catches up to him slamming him to the ground then pulls him down the nearest alley way out of sight of the road.

" You and me need to have a chat my man and if I don't like your answers you've got a whole lot more bones in that waste of good oxygen you call a body. Get the idea or should I demonstrate? "

Harvey cracks his knuckles to emphasize his point.

[PkGamer]

The arms dealer just laughs.He pulls his leather coat apart and underneath you can see some sort of handmade device.He presses a button on it.It suddenly starts vibrating and beeping.The arms dealer grabs hold of you and isnt willing to let go.

[Patrick Hunt]

Kick him between the legs hard and break this arm as well. If he drops the bomb kick it away if not run away. Get clear of it either way.

[PkGamer]

The arms dealer laughs harder and harder.The bomb is still there but it seems to be beeping faster.He starts running after you.Once in a considerable distance he jumps and grabs hold of your right foot.

[Patrick Hunt]

Boot him in the face, then boot his hand to send the bomb flying away. ((How is he not screaming lol he ran and dived with two broken arms. He must have balls of steel. ))

[PkGamer]

(Quite possible that he is on drugs)
The arms dealer starts laughing again.His eyes are crying out blood and he is coughing out blood.There are police sirens closing in.The arms dealer slowly crawls towards you while fishing out a granade out of his pocket.His hand is covered in blood.But he just keeps laughing.Harder and harder as he activates the granade with the trigger set on 5 seconds.

[Patrick Hunt]

Run for it sticking to the shadows so the cops don't see me. Leave the psycho to his suicide.

[PkGamer]

A loud explosion is heard.3 minutes later the police arrive.Its a normal patrol car.As they investigate the crime scene and call for some kind of backup they dont notice the man creeping along the shadows.Another 5 minutes later a journalist arrives.As he manages to get some basic information out of the police ,he trys to recreate the scene in his head.The bloody mess the granade has left is still there.The police believes that the man was a armsdealer and probably one of his granades exploded as they could even have been before war.No other accompliances were noted in the reports but the old mafia still have their theorys.

[wer6]

As I am being threatened by the knife man, I ask him what he wants, when he least suspects it, I judo kick crotch and then attempt A disarm.

"Your messin' with the wrong guy."

[Thecard]

I look around. I don't remember how exactly I got here, but I know when I'm not wanted.

"Ya' thot ya' cud cheet meh, didja?" says the other man, from across the table.

"Calm down sir, I swear, I didn't cheat you." I say, in a calming voice.

"Just put down the knife, and I'll leave." I say in the same, soothing voice, while slowly backing up.