All was silent in the luxury mansion, overlooking the city from a hill in the rich part of town. The air was still, broken only by the occasional bird flapping by. The windows inside were dark, except for a single light on the upper floor, coming from a lamp in a study, judging by the furniture. The lawn was pristine, the flower beds were in bloom and the trees stood tall and strong, full of foliage.
But if one looked closer, you could see the bullet holes, made by desperate gunmen. The craters created by thrown grenades, present in the lawn. Chips of wood and bark from the trees made from flying debris. The red stains on the building made from bodies thrown with considerable force, crumpling on impact with the hard and unforgiving surface. The broken glass from the windows, lying over the ground and floor inside. A battle had taken place here, and judging by the uniforms of the bodies lying all over the property, it was completely one sided.
Wei sat in the large and comfortable chair in the upstairs study, completely at ease with his surroundings in his tailor made suit, a glass of vintage brandy in one hand, and a rather large diamond in the other, held up to the light so he could see how it reflected through it. He took a sip of brandy as he rotated the precious gem slowly in his fingers, letting the light play over his fair features. This diamond was heavily defended mere hours ago, in the possession of a greedy private collector as he had found out from his sources. It would sell well on the market, broken down into smaller versions of itself so to make it harder to track and easier to transport, by his estimate, the stone would sell for well over 20 million dollars.
A pretty little thing indeed. Not bad for a nights work. And the private security even gave me some entertainment, which is always a bonus.
His gaze doesn't move away as he hears a whimper from the floor infront of him, originating from the collector himself who was presently trapped under his foot, neck pinned to the plush carpet.
"So Arnold, it seems your smuggling from South Africa has indeed brought you some interesting items. You can colour me impressed by the size of this thing. One must wonder what a man like you had to go to such lengths to obtain it..."
Arnold, an overweight man in a white robe and slippers, whimpered again as the pressure increased slightly. Wei paid him no mind and took another sip from the glass, listening to the radio he had turned on while relaxing. He was increasingly curious about the premonitions given over the radio by this strange host, who always seemed to be proved at least somewhat correct. His interest rose when he heard the recent premonition, a small smile crossed his face when he heard the details of the park.
"Hmmm... Painted in blood, huh? Sounds a lot like my calling card to me. Isn't that right, Arnold? Well, it would be rude not to at least check this situation out."
Wei pocketed the stone and rose to his feet, glacing once at poor Arnold under his foot.
"I must take my leave of your pleasant company. Thanks for the brandy."
Surging blood into the muscles of his leg, he sharply increased the pressure under his foot, crushing Arnold's larynx, before twisting and snapping his neck with a sickening crunch. As Arnold made his last gurgles, Wei swallowed the last of the brandy in one gulp, placed the glass on a nearby table, and walked downstairs, heading to his car, a black Aston Martin.
Time for a walk in the park, I reckon.
Some time later, he pulled up on the side of the street that ran along the park, stopping the engine and grabbing his duffel bag of equipment that he took with him on all his jobs. Shutting the door behind him, he turned towards the park in time to hear an explosion.
Just on time. But, I think I shall wait a bit. Just to see what's going on.
Striding confidently down the street, passing through the paniked crowd of people running away from the explosions, Wei turned into an alley and after surging blood into his legs, leaped up onto a nearby fire escape and climbed to the roof of a building near the park. A few jumps across a few rooftops to a better position, and with the binoculars from his bag, he could see all that was happening in the park clearly.
Hmmm... Looks like an anti super rally. Pah, I should have expected something like this to happen at such an event. Looks like some supers in disguise are giving it to each other, I think that looks like... Justicar, judging by the mask. Those twins seem to be the source of the trouble though. Oh look, Buster soldiers, on schedule as always. Things are getting interesting...
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Topic: Let's All Have Superpowers, the Sequel (Day 3) (Read 12752 times)