Jun 29, 2022 18:26:11 GMT -5
Post by Jorey on Jun 29, 2022 18:26:11 GMT -5
NORTH CITY BLUES *Hard*
A seemingly alarming number of police officers within the North City PD have become corrupt and like to steal evidence and money from crime scenes. Some, have even come across Ki Blasters and the power has gone to their head. Someone has to be leading them, you have been tasked with taking out these 'wannabe' officers and finding and taking out the leader, by arrest or by death. The choice is yours...
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Planets and nations are a beautiful thing to behold. Think about it: in order to establish civilizations, you have to put blood, sweat, and tears into it. Many civilizations have gone through civil war, war with other nations, tyranny, and so much more, and made it out alive. Even if things got ugly, it’s a beautiful and rich history of patriotism, honor, determination, love, sacrifice, and hope. However, what good is having hope in a nation when it’s ultimately going to fall into the wrong hands? What good is it to watch one’s own defense force succumb to corruption and filthy mortal desires? What good is it to harbor hope? At the end of the day, mortals are selfish creatures. They care about themselves and only themselves, for a multitude of reasons. Maybe it’s because they’re taught from a young age that the world doesn’t care about them? Maybe it’s because they’ve been wronged and can no longer trust society? Maybe it’s just because they want to watch the world burn around them and satisfy their sick kicks? There are many different reasons. Unfortunately, the reasons don’t matter. Light metal clanks resound around the sewers, echoing through the empty tunnels. Very little water ran through the bottom of these tunnels, and barely any odor plagued the abandoned sewer ways. Jorey ran his fingers along the walls as he proceeded forward. Age and neglect didn’t do these tunnels well, but it’s not like it was anyone’s fault that it ended up this way. With time, beasts can infiltrate waterways, disease can plague a city, and an unfortunate series of events leads to the abandonment of civilizations or facilities. That’s what happened to this ghost town, which was a perfect place to hideout for Jorey’s target.
The mission this time was “simply put.” It wasn’t necessarily “simple,” but “simply explained” would be more than satisfactory to describe the briefing. Jorey’s talents had been heard of, only ever so slightly, on Earth. Because of his slight fame, an individual came to Jorey with a mission and a vengeance. While the Saiyan doesn’t necessarily like supporting people’s personal vendettas, this one was a very special exception. A young man sent out word for Jorey about a week ago, to which Jorey responded to the call very quickly. He met the young man early the next day. How the young man managed to get ahold of Jorey via his scouter was of no matter to him once he met him face-to-face. He was clearly older than the Saiyan, but for some reason, he always addressed Jorey as a superior. He probably just assumed Jorey was much older than him, with the work he’d heard he’d done. Jorey could recall the interaction as if it happened yesterday. The Saiyan entered a tent, with a light in it, slightly dimmed, but not so dimmed that the young man looked menacing or was missing any facial features to the darkness. A projector was in there, not turned on, facing a white screen. The young man wore a black suit, a distinguished Windsor knot brandished on his neck, but no further accessories. The air and look about him made him feel like he just came out of some university or higher form of education, but the stubble on his face and the bags under his eyes told a different story. Even the redness on the tip of his nose was a hint to his alcoholism, but Jorey didn’t understand the anatomy of an Earthling body, so he didn’t want to assume that was a sign of alcoholism. The lingering smell of booze, however, was a telltale sign. With how disgusting and pitiful the young man looked, Jorey wanted to just leave as soon as he walked in. No doubt, he was going to ask him to murder someone who took everything away from him, or some other selfish request like that. The Saiyan winced at the sight of the pitiful young man, and started turning tail. Just then, the young man noticed his presence, and called out to him.
“You’re that contract killer, Jorey, right?”
There was a slight pause as the mood of the room settled. Something about the young man made Jorey suddenly feel like at least hearing him out. He stopped dead in his tracks, not moving forward or backward. What was it that stopped him? Was it actually just the young man calling out to him? No, many people could’ve done that, and Jorey wouldn’t have stopped. He would have kept going. It was something else. His voice called out, but it wasn’t full of malice or relief. Hell, it wasn’t exactly the “hope” that Jorey felt in his voice that stopped him, although there was a lot of hope that he felt regardless. No, it wasn’t any of those things. Surprisingly enough, it was the desperation he heard in his voice that stopped him. With a long sigh, Jorey dropped his arm from the tent entrance and turned to face the young man.
“I’m not just an assassin. I do more than just that.”
“Right, yeah, I’ve heard of some of your other work. I won’t need those services, though.”
The man stammered in his speech and stumbled a little bit as he made his way to the projector. Hovering over it with a remote in hand, he looked over to Jorey again, his eyes open as wide as possible despite the bags and puffiness. He stuttered again when speaking to the Saiyan.
“W-would you like to take a seat?”
Jorey said nothing and put his tail down on the floor, propping himself on it and lifting his feet from the ground. He crossed his legs and sat on his tail, crossing his arms as well and looking at the young man, waiting for him to proceed. The young man nodded and continued, turning on the projector.
The first slide was empty, but the next ones featured many different men and women in police gear. Jorey knew he had a bit of trouble receiving social cues and managing in society, but this young man was a lot worse, and Jorey could tell he wasn’t always like that. His impatience got the better of him, and he decided to speak up to get the ball rolling.
“Do you wanna tell me what these pictures mean, instead of just flashing ‘em up on a screen for me?”
The man jumped a bit, remembering what he was supposed to be doing.
“Oh, uh, right. I'm sorry, sir."
The young man back tracked a bit in the slides and stopped at an image of multiple police men and women looking at something off screen. Jorey fixed his gaze on it with a puzzled appearance. The young man noticed it, and felt it would be in his best interest to explain.
"The, uh, the people you see here seem like cops, but they're far from it. They're known as North City's finest, b-but I've been trailing them for a bit and noticed they've been up to some shady stuff."
"Trailing them? How? How am I supposed to believe what you're saying and that you're not one of these so called 'North City's finest?'"
"Please, d-don't misunderstand. I, uh, I wouldn't be here talking to you like this if I was. These people are corrupt, through and through. This guy, right here..."
The young man switched slides to a closeup of a man with an outrageous looking mustache and a scar on his left eye. His hair was white and he was a bit on the chubbier side.
"He's Officer Babbles. Known for his engagement with the community and kindness to young women. And this..."
The young man switched slides again, to a young and relatively attractive lady, her skin white like snow and her hair darker than the deepest, most entrancing void. Her eyes seemed to pierce those who met her gaze.
"Is Officer Akwa. She's been more popular with the men around North City, and she frequents bars to get drunk a lot. Um, this is, uh..."
The young man once again switched slides, this time to a taller, slender, younger man, with no facial hair, no scars, no blemishes. He was more of a gentleman type evidently. With each slide change, Jorey was getting even more impatient and tiresome. Why wasn't he telling him anything worthwhile instead of repeatedly changing slides?
"This is Officer Serf. He looks like a ladies man, doesn't he? Doesn't really like talking to other guys much, for some reason. Only has ever been seen talking to women, unless he has to for his job. Also, this one right here is, uh..."
The young man turned slides, showing a young man who looks a lot like Officer Babbles. The Saiyan figured they must be related in some way; it was too much of a similarity to be a coincidence.
"Officer Guyzir. He's Babbles' son. I don't think he's fit to be a cop, just as much as the others. I'm pretty sure he got in here only because his dad got him his position. Uh this one-"
"Okay, stop right there. What are you doing?"
Jorey was visibly upset. The young man looked at him, visibly confused. His shoulders dropped a bit, and his voice showed how surprised he was.
"Wh-what?"
"Don't 'what' me. Are you serious? What does changing slides over and over again to show me random police officers do? Nothing makes sense."
"W-well, of course, they're your targets..."
"Okay, then how 'bout you tell me why exactly they're my targets, instead of just showing me their faces?"
"Oh, right. Uh, here, this slide."
Holy mother of shit, this kid!
The young man changed slides again, much to Jorey's annoyance. However, he quickly held back his emotions and changed his attitude a bit. The young man was finally showing him something worthwhile. All four of these individuals are seen hauling a huge load of cash, smiling at each other. The Saiyan looked to the Earthling once more, this time, looking at him for answers. The young man began once more.
"This is what I was trying to get at. This is evidence of one of the crimes they've been committing. Embezzlement, tampering with evidence, stealing even more money from crime scenes; they aren't the best of influences, no doubt. They've been doing this for years."
"Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Catching them in the act is a good start. You said they've been doing this for years. How come you're just now contacting someone about this."
"I've been trying for a while, but no one would really listen to me. They see how I look and thing I'm some drunk and a failure of a son."
Well, no shit, have you seen yourself?
"They don't know the struggles I've been through. They think I'm misguided or insane. You're the only one who's actually stayed this long."
Really? That's...concerning. Wait, why did I stay this long?
"Don't get emotional on me, right now. Tell me, what kept you from doing something about it? I'm sure you coulda just reported this to any of the other police, right?"
"That would have been a bad idea. They have almost the whole police department wrapped around their finger. My dad, he was one of the only good guys left. He was in charge of finding out who was committing all these crimes, and he was having a difficult time figuring it out for years. He'd just finally started getting closer and closer to the truth a couple years ago, but..."
Jorey knew where this was going. This really is a vengeance story. On the brighter side, this kid didn't want to just get vengeance on some guys who prevented him from getting a promotion or something; it was vengeance on his dad's killers.
"That guy, Babbles, he's the one who killed my father. His son sat there and watched while someone else stood behind him. I can never forgive them for what they did, and I don't know if tailing them the day my dad died was the best idea, but I needed to know he was safe. But, they just killed him instead, just because he was getting too close to the truth, that they were the ones doing it. Please, this isn't just about my dad. As much as I want to avenge him, please bring them to justice, for the sake of North City. We can't rely on horrible people like this."
So, that was it. Jorey's eyes relaxed on the young man as he watched a couple tears drop from his eyes. His bags, his puffiness, his stubble, the smell of booze on his body, this wasn't all because he watched his father die at the hands of his coworkers. This was also because, no matter what he did, he couldn't make any progress in saving his city. This is the face of a man who was desperate. Jorey had been on this planet for quite a while, now. He hadn't seen desperation like this. In fact, he hadn't seen desperation at all on this planet. There was something about it that reminded him of that fateful night, however, not in a painful way. It was reassuring, very much unsettling, too. Overall, though, it was practically refreshing to see. The Saiyan got off his tail and stood up straight, looking down at the young man. He put a hand on his shoulder, with a very awkward feeling rushing through his body, and tried to reassure the young man.
"It's okay. I'll make sure they go to hell for their actions."
The young man looked shocked for a second, hearing something like that come from the Saiyan. In the end, though, he fixed himself up and thanked him. Dropping his hand from the young man's shoulder, Jorey had one more question before he left.
"If I'm not mistaken, you said something about another guy being there. Are they on the slides?"
"N-no. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure what he looked like, only that he was there when my dad died. I'm almost sure that he's the one who's spearheading this whole thing. He's also one of your targets."
"Great. So, I'm going up against four corrupt officers with authority, one unmasked leader in the shadows, and a whole police force of assholes. Anything else I should know?"
"Oh yes, of course. The last thing you should know is that most of these officers found a dealer. Brought them some high tech energy blasters. Nothing like we've ever seen before. I don't know how they even got their hands on it, or who dealt them those arms, but they're super dangerous. Please, be careful, Jorey."
"I'll be fine. How bad could a few little blasters be?"
Fast forward to present time. Jorey remembers the young man's words going through his head, about their hideout being in a ghost town a few tens of miles off of North City. Going in through the sewers seemed like the better idea. Jorey had finally reached his exit from the sewers. He moved the manhole cover out of the way and emerged to a light flurry dancing over the ghost town. The Saiyan let out a light groan as he recovered the manhole.
It doesn't look like it's gonna let up soon. If anything, it seems like it's gonna pick up. I'll have to get done with this quick if I don't wanna get caught in a blizzard.
The blizzard ended up picking up when Jorey entered the old, abandoned police station of the town. The building was huge, a lot bigger than the others in the ghost town. It was almost like it was some sort of asylum or jail. Why would such a small town require such a big facility for the police? Were that many police actually stationed here? The Saiyan moved stealthily through the facility, finding himself in a large room with a bunch of cubicles scattered across the floor. Some windows were broken, some parts of the wall have chipped away, and age and all other kinds of erosion have not done this building well. It was a pity to see. Soon enough, Jorey would find himself his first interaction with life in the building. His scouter went off to reveal a few power levels up ahead, followed by some laughing and sighing. They were all relatively weak, at least compared to Jorey. It would be easy to just take them out right then and there. However, Jorey had a better idea. Keeping himself hidden, the Saiyan tried to listen in on their conversation. He was able to hear quite a few things from them. There were three individuals there, all male, and they all seemed pretty young. They might have been newer cops working with his client’s targets. One of them spoke up.
“…but, man, these blasters coming in really are the real deal. Who knew we’d get some crazy strong stuff like that?”
Another one chimed in and continued off of what the first one was saying.
“I know what you mean, but how come they never told us who are vendors are? Don’t you think that’s kinda weird?”
The last cop scolded the second one.
“What, are you doubting our superiors now? They know what they’re doing. I trust them with my life.”
“Hey, I’m not saying they’re not trustworthy! I’m here with you, too. I’m just a little concerned with who we’re involving ourselves with. It’s not the best idea for us to start dealing with people who are outta our league in terms of corrupt.”
The first one laughed and came in with his piece.
“You kidding? Corrupt? That’s funny, you implying we’re corrupt, too? We’re above those assholes that pushed us to this corner. If they didn’t screw us over, we wouldn’t have resorted to what we’re doing. Besides, why should we care who we work with? All we’re doing is spreading chaos.”
The third one interjected.
“No, YOU’RE doing this just to spread chaos. We got people we care about. We’re here to make this world a better place.”
“Yeah, what’s your problem? We couldn’t care less about just killing everyone and watching the world burn. That’s all you.”
“Oh, come on, don’t be like that guys! I know both of you are itching to use these new blasters, too.”
The first one immediately started imitating blaster sounds and pretending he had one, shooting it all over the place. One of the other two sounded frustrated, while the other sounded a little amused, laughing a bit. All three of them were interrupted by another voice, and another pretty weak power level.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
One of the figures emerged from where the other three lackeys came from. That was one of the targets. That was Babbles. The stout, stubby man walked out with his arms crossed and a mean mug plastered on his face. He was clearly disappointed in something. Babbles strutted to the other three lackeys, contempt in his eyes. The three lackeys looked in confusion and stammered at their boss. One of them had the courage to speak up.
"Well, uh, we're just excited to get the new-"
"What unprofessional behavior. To think my soldiers are so childish and immature! Ridiculous, that I have to work with you lot."
The other three seemed disappointed in themselves, all of a sudden. They must really value the opinion of their boss that much. Jorey had to respect that about them, but at the end of the day, he wasn't going to show them any mercy. A job is a job, and he set his mind to complete this. Jorey immediately tried to figure out what the next course of action would be. There were four targets in front of him right now. If he played his cards right, he could take out all of them without any problems or causing a scene. He started harnessing Ki in his hand, preparing a Scatter Shot, when he noticed something in Babbles' hands. He slammed it on the table, and unhinged the locks on it. It was a briefcase, and a big one at that. Babbles turned and looked at his lackeys, all of which responded with confused glances.
"Uh, sir, what is that?"
"This? It's those damn blasters you kids seem to be so excited about. Take one, before I change my mind and use 'em on you."
One by one, each of those lackeys went to the briefcase and retrieved their own blaster. They all looked to each other with excitement, to which Babbles rolled his eyes. He then turned and fidgeted with the briefcase himself, which piqued the interest of his lackeys.
"Sir, what are you doing with the briefcase?"
Babbles smirked and scoffed at that question.
"Well, while you bumbling idiots are over here getting excited over some measly projectile shooter, us higher ups were getting our own fancy little toys for our pleasure. You all get your stupid blasters that can take out buildings, and we get..."
Babbles pulled a couple devices out of the briefcase. Just how deep was that thing, and how many gadgets did it carry? He put on a blaster on one of his arms, and pulled out something all too familiar to Jorey. The Saiyan immediately stopped charging his Scatter Shot, and his eyes widened.
"These beauts."
Babbles put on the scouter and showed his underlings. They responded with confused looks, to which Babbles rolled his eyes.
"Allow me to give you a demonstration then. This here is what's called a 'scouter.' It lets you read energy readings that other people have."
He pressed the button on the side of it, turning it on. The scouter beeped and gave Babbles the power readings of each of his lackeys.
"See? It gives me each and every one of your readings, and boy, is it as pathetic as looking at your horrid faces."
However, there was one more reading that popped up on the scouter, and Jorey knew it was not a good thing to happen.
Shit.
Babbles looked in Jorey's direction and pointed his blaster at the wall Jorey was behind. He smirked and started charging a shot.
"And it even shows me this little fly in the corner of the room."
Babbles fired the blast and Jorey immediately backed up and bolted around them, still in cover from another wall. He saw just how much damage was done to the wall, and his eyes widened once more.
Oh, shit, so they are pretty dangerous.
Babbles' blaster smoked, and he let out an annoyed tsk. The other lackeys looked around, confused, as usual.
"Woah, what happened!?"
"We got an intruder in the building. Search the room, don't let your guard down."
As if this was a simulation, Jorey punched through a wall and grabbed one of the lackeys, specifically the one that just wants to sow chaos. He grabbed him by the mouth and dragged him through the wall, his comrades never seeing him again. They all started opening fire on the wall, lighting it up like it was some sort of independence day. Appearing from the far end of the wall, Jorey fired two more Ki blasts, killing the other lackeys, and immediately dashed for Babbles.
This guy is definitely gonna try to shoot me from point blank. Just bait it, Jorey.
Luckily enough, Jorey watched as Babbles picked up his blaster and held it right towards Jorey's face.
Bingo.
"Take a trip down to hell and tell me how my soldiers are doing."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jorey concentrated and used Rapid Movement to get around behind Babbles. The energy blast from the blaster fell on an empty floor, and without hitting its target. Jorey palmed the man's head, and held his hand straight up to Babbles' face, his eyes as cold as the blizzard outside.
"Tell me where your friends are. Specifically the ones that hold a lotta clout in your posse. The leader would be really nice, too."
Unfortunately, Babbles didn't buy into it.
"Tch. You think I'm gonna just sell 'em out like that? Sorry, bub, you ain't getting shit from me. So, how 'bout you go crawl your lanky ass back to whatever cave you came from."
Jorey laughed a bit, unfazed by the threats and insults from Babbles.
"Okay, sure, make this more fun for me, then. Like I give a shit."
Jorey fired off a Ki blast straight into Babbles' head, killing him on impact. His face was burned off, completely unrecognizable, and he let go of his scalp, letting his body drop to the floor. Jorey turned to the windows, looking at the blizzard outside.
"It'd be one thing to just turn on my scouter and find these readings, but with how big this complex is, I'm not gonna be able to find 'em all that easily. I'll have to do this the harder, and slightly more fun way. Then again...maybe staking out in that blizzard might prove useful?"
The blizzard picked up even more, looking like it was hazardous for any life to be out there. Jorey's eye twitched at the sight of it, and he sighed and turned around, looking up as if he could see through the ceiling.
"Okay, I'll leave the stakeout for later. Just my luck, for this shitty, stupid planet to pull this kinda shit on me like that."
Jorey ended up continuing onward through the facility. Along the way, he found plenty of lackeys, which he was able to take out very quickly and quietly, unlike Babbles and his subordinates. A lot of police officers were dying this day. Well, not legitimate police officers. Fortunately for Jorey, he was able to find two more of the targets that the boy assigned for him. From the looks of it, it was Akwa and Serf. The room was large and very much abandoned, with a lot more open space than the room he encountered Babbles in. Desks littered the office space, both destroyed, half destroyed, and mildly destroyed. The girl, Akwa, was sitting on one of the desks, her leg up, and her face very obviously pissed. Her blaster was also locked and loaded, but she didn't have a scouter on. Curious, why didn't she have one? Jorey looked at her comrade, standing next to her with his hand running through his hair. That was Serf, who was equipped with a blaster and a scouter. Suddenly, Akwa started to vent out her frustration.
"Why in the HELL did they give you a scouter and not me!? It makes no sense why the boss did that! Look at you! You don't even care about it!"
Serf looked mildly offended, obviously in a sarcastic way. He gasped and turned to Akwa to retort.
"How could you say such a thing? Of course, I use this scouter, and I love it. Look at how great my reflection is inside it. Oh, I'm just stunning, aren't I, Akwa?"
"You make me sick and I want you to die, painfully."
"Oh, come on, don't be like that. I know you want me."
Serf got uncomfortably close to Akwa, putting his face really close to hers. She obviously still wasn't having it, and turned on her blaster, ready to shoot him down right there. The man, completely oblivious to her bloodlust, thought she was simply flirting. He chuckled and put one finger on her blaster.
"Oh, come on, darling, you know you wouldn't be able to get away with that if the boss found out."
Akwa started to look defeated and even more pissed than before. She lowered her blaster slowly, pressed her foot against Serf's chest, and sent him back some with a forceful push.
"If it weren't for that, just know, you'd be long dead by now. The amount of hate I have for you deep inside can't be quantified by the numbers we know of today."
"Aww, so you do think about me."
"Only when it involves you being murdered viciously and mercilessly."
"You are one kinky girl."
Watching this interaction was making Jorey disgusted. In fact, there was nothing about this entire scenario that didn't make Jorey want to violently vomit out his own internal organs. On one hand, he felt bad for the girl, but knew he'd have to kill her. On the other hand, he wanted to kill the guy right here, right now. The only reason why he hadn't tried it yet is because he figured the girl might just kill him for him. That would have been so much easier, and much more amusing for the Saiyan. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Akwa straightened up, her mean mug still focused on Serf's stupid fucking face.
"Hey, dumbfuck, is that scouter even on? Do you even know how to use it?"
Oh, not again.
Jorey decided to take action this time. He got up from cover and sprinted straight for Serf, as he was the closest. Serf was too busy trying to turn on the scouter to notice Jorey charging in out of nowhere. He leapt into the air and was ready to slam down on Serf, taking him down in one fell swoop. His fist was ready to take down the cheap excuse for a womanizer, when all of a sudden, Jorey's scouter went off. He'd completely forgotten about the girl there, with her blaster ready and armed, aiming at Jorey. She fired the blast and it hit Jorey square in the chest, making him fall to his back. That one definitely hurt. Serf quickly turned around, assessed the situation, and looked to Akwa with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, so you do care about me..."
Akwa's response was even quicker than usual, almost interrupting him.
"Yeah, no. I was honestly debating letting him kill you, but the boss wouldn't have it if I let that happen. How the hell did he even get in here or find us?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's a contract killer?"
Jorey immediately sat up, grabbing his armor where the blast hit, his eyes opened wide.
"AHHHG, FUCK! SHIT, THAT BURNS LIKE HELL!"
Akwa was taken back. She scurried back on the desk she was on, as if she just saw a bug come back to life.
"What the fuck!? You're still alive!?"
"Hell yeah, I'm still alive! You think one shot from those cheap blasters are enough to kill me? My mother hit me harder a couple days ago, and she's dead!"
"What the hell are you made out of!?"
"I'm a Saiyan, ya dumb broad! I'm made outta Saiyan shit!"
Serf turned his head away from Jorey and scoffed. He suddenly seemed very disgusted after hearing Jorey speak.
"Ugh, a male Saiyan."
"Oh, what, we got another racist here!?"
Akwa would be the one to answer Jorey's comment.
"No, he actually just doesn't like men in general. He doesn't talk to any guys, at all, doesn't get along with 'em either. The only people he talks to in this squad is me and the boss, and then whatever female cops we have here."
"Wow, so he must really respect the boss if that's the case."
"Oh, I do more than just respect the boss. I find that individual veery-"
"Aaaaand, I've lost interest."
Jorey immediately shot a Ki blast at Serf's leg, puncturing it and making him yell in pain. He dropped down and grabbed his leg, reeling from the damage he'd just suffered. He wasn't too fond on experiencing physical pain. Akwa, in response, shot a bunch of Ki blasts at Jorey from her blaster, all of which fell to the ground and pierced it, as if nothing was there. Jorey used Rapid Movement to get out of the way, and he appeared again right next to Serf. Jorey grabbed the poor excuse for a man by his neck, slammed him into the ground, and then charged up a Ki blast right above him. He fired off a Halo Buster straight through the corrupt cop, ending his life. Then, the Saiyan looked straight up at Akwa, who met his eyes in fear. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Akwa tried to bolt straight for the exit. All of that was to no avail, unfortunately for her, since Jorey was much faster than her. He sped past her, and grabbed her by her hand, getting in front of her and putting his hand against her abdomen. By this point in time, she was sweating buckets, and her voice shook as she spoke to Jorey.
"Y-y-you wouldn't h-hit a woman, would you-u-u?"
With a smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised, Jorey responded to Akwa's plea for mercy.
"Bitch, please, these hands are rated E for everyone."
Jorey fired off another Halo Buster, straight through Akwa's chest, killing her on the spot. He let her body drop to the floor, and looked over at her ally, who was in a similar position. With his work done with these two, Jorey set out to find his next targets. He pressed on his scouter a bit and cycled through the information he had.
"Okay, that leaves the son of Babbles, Guyzir, and the boss, which I still have no info on. Shit, maybe I shoulda interrogated 'em for that info? Ah, who cares. This'll be over soon enough anyway."
The building was all clear, by this point, and the pain inside Jorey's chest was numbing out. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as before, but still it burned a bit.
Dammit, if I knew how to sense energy, then this woulda been a piece of cake. How far could they be, if they're not here?
Jorey cycled through the scouter multiple times, approaching a window with the corpse of Babbles next to him. As he got closer to the window, he got more irritated. Suddenly, the scouter picked up an energy signature. Wait, no, make that two energy signatures. Wait, no, make that- ah who cares. Jorey found his targets. They were outside after all, in that blizzard. He strained his eyes to see, but he could barely make out a few figures in the snowstorm. It was still very dangerous to be out there, but these people were still just waltzing around as if nothing was going on? Metal. With the window already broken, Jorey slipped out and floated down to an overhang, positioned about ten feet from the individuals in question, and to their right. The Saiyan lied low, as to make sure he didn't get spotted.
Well, what do we have here? A male with the exact description of this Guyzir fellow, a few lackeys, as expected of these criminal masterminds, and one other individual. I don't have any information on this one. Must be the boss the kid was talking about.
Jorey picked up four more signatures coming in from the distance. They were approaching fast, which either meant they also knew how to use Ki and were flying, or they were driving a vehicle. The Saiyan mercenary waited a few more moments to find out it was the latter. This scene looked all too familiar. What was it they were dealing to each other?
Ain't no way this is anything other than an arms deal. Who even are these guys anyway?
Jorey could barely make out their conversation, as their voices were very distant. This was definitely an arms deal, but it was more than just weapons. No, the thing they were pulling out what a whole suit of armor, equipped with a blaster and a scouter on it. Why did this look very familiar to some sort of retro game people used to play back in the day? Either way, this seemed to be state of the art. The boss motioned for Guyzir to come closer. The boy looked pleased. He mentioned something about taking it, agreeing to the deal. That's when Jorey went into action. He stood up and took aim at the dealers who just showed up. He figured this must be the individuals who dealt them the blasters in the first place. There's no way these guys would send their higher ups to do a deal with some measly corrupted cops, but taking them out would be a nice thing to do for Jorey's self. They weren't on the agenda, but we'll call it a bit of a mix up and insurance for Jorey. He didn't want them posing a potential threat to his safety in the future. You could never be too safe. Jorey powered up a Scatter Shot, aimed it at the new customers, and fired. The blast broke up into four more blasts, each of them piercing through the uninvited guests. Immediately, the other targets in the area looked straight at Jorey, as he was emerging from his hiding place. He dropped down, his hand still outstretched from firing the blast.
"Yeah, honestly, I'm gonna elect to say no to this transaction. Can't have you people getting your hands on some crazy tech like that."
They all assumed defensive stances, with the lackeys coming up front, guarding their superiors with their lives.
"Who the hell are you!? Why are you here?"
Jorey laughed and approached them slowly.
"Oh, come on, man, you really think you're threatening me with that thing on your arm? I got hit with one some minutes ago and look at me. I'm still standing."
Jorey stopped about five feet away from his targets. He glared at them, ready for business, but not at the guards in front of him. He was obviously looking past them, as Guyzir and the boss. The boss had a cloak on, so he could only see the bottom half of their face. At first, it was confused, but that confusion soon turned into a curious smirk. The Saiyan narrowed his eyes. He wasn't here to play games. He was here to kill them all.
"Step away from that briefcase. Let yourselves die easily. I'm not saying it again."
The boss stepped in front of Guyzir and spoke up. The voice was cutthroat, but higher in pitch than Jorey expected, and softer, too. The individual put their arms up, as if trying to provoke Jorey.
"Oh? So, what happens at the end of this? You call the police? I hate to break it to you, stranger, but we are the police. Who'd they believe? A random person like you, or us, who have a reputation with them?"
"Like I said, none of you are leaving here alive. I'm gonna kill you all here. Why should I care about what your planet's stupid excuse of a police force does to me?"
"So, you're not from here, are you? Lemme guess, you're a Saiyan right? Such an attitude coming from your people. Well, it's not like I don't expect it."
The boss brought a hand up to their ear, as if to press on something. Jorey smirked, pleased to say the next comment he had revved up in his mouth.
"You won't be getting any backup. I already killed every one of your other lackeys. Even Babbles and those other poor excuses for 'soldiers.'"
The boss looked surprised at first, stopping their arm in its tracks.
"Is that so?"
Soon, that surprise turned into pleasure. They were excited about hearing that? The smirk on their face that grew in mere seconds was proof enough. What the hell was going on? Jorey's smirk was wiped off his face immediately, and he focused even more on the boss in front of him. With that, one of the guards decided to come straight at Jorey, blaster charging up.
"All right, bub, that does it! Prepare to die!"
As soon as he got close enough to let out a blast point blank range, Jorey dodged out of the way, grabbing the man by the arm, twisting and breaking it. While the guard was on his knees, Jorey put his hand to his mouth, covering it. Then, he channeled as much Ki as he could into his hand, and blasted it straight into the man's mouth, making his head explode. The corpse fell to the ground, blood all over the snow on the floor. The other two guards reeled back a bit, then tried charging at Jorey. Before they could even get a foot off the ground, the Saiyan mercilessly shot them up with Ki blasts, putting multiple holes and burns into their bodies. Their empty corpses fell to the floor, and Jorey ran up to the boss, ready to deliver a punch like he wanted to with Serf. However, he suddenly got another power reading, looking in the direction of Guyzir, who was able to slip away and put on the full suit of armor.
Why am I having a weird sense of dejavú?
Jorey put his hands up to guard the attack from Guyzir. Guyzir's fist slammed right against Jorey's guard, sending him into the snow. The white substance cushioned his fall, but that punch had a lot of power in it. Jorey got one foot on the ground and looked up at the corrupt officer in a power suit.
"Outta my way, daddy's boy. I really wanna hurt you, but I wanna save you for last."
The naive, corrupt kid slammed his fist against his blaster, grunting at the challenge.
"You won't be saving anyone for last. You die, right here."
"Fine, have it your way. Go down just like daddy did."
Jorey shot up and sent a fist straight towards Guyzir's face, landing him in the jaw. The Earthling backed up, reeling, then refocused and started right back to Jorey. The two of them then engaged in an intense hand-to-hand battle. Punches were thrown, blocked, landed against each other, kicks were launched at devastating speeds and with great power, they even shot Ki blasts at each other from point blank range. As they fought, they exchanged words with each other.
"You'll find out soon enough I'm nothing like my father. He was weak, selfish, greedy. He cared about the good for himself, about his reputation. I don't care about any of those things."
"Yeah, you really think that makes you any better than him? You just sound like some angsty teen tryna look different from his dad."
"Shut your trap, filthy Saiyan! You have no right to butt into the affairs of us Earthlings. You wouldn't understand my problems, my potential."
"Don't make me laugh. Potential, my ass! If you gotta use cheap tricks like this power suit just to try and match my power..."
Stopping mid speech, Jorey ducked under a jab straight for his mouth from Guyzir. He smirked, grabbed onto that same arm tight with one hand, and fired a Ki blast straight into his chest to send him off balance a bit. The attempt was successful, and with Guyzir reeling, Jorey set both hands onto the blaster, and ripped it straight off, revealing Guyzir's bare arm. The son of Babbles looked up at Jorey, stunned and intimidated, while the Saiyan waved the blaster in front of his face, mockingly.
"Then your potential measures up to just about what I expect from a fly."
Guyzir was visibly upset, and running out of options. Regardless, he charged right in, eager to end this fight as soon as possible. That ended up being one of the main reasons for his downfall. Jorey dodged punch after punch, showing the difference in their power. With each dodged attack, Jorey sent another fist right into the officer's gut. Over and over again, Jorey abused the poor man's stomach like a lactose intolerant person has their bowels abused after they drink a bunch of milk. After a while, the man fell to the ground again, grabbing onto his stomach. Jorey stood over him like a bad omen, smiling while he broke the naive officer. Suddenly, the man sent his fist straight for Jorey, as hard and as fast as he could, only to have it stopped by Jorey himself. He then ripped that part of the armor off him, too. Grabbing him by the face, Jorey lifted him up, punching him over and over again, until the armor practically peeled off with every single strike he sent at Guyzir. Instead of an Earthling, all that was left was the groaning, distressed body of a man who was practically accepting his fate. To top it all off, Jorey wasn't done yet. He brought the kid closer in and whispered in his ear.
"Hey..."
The merciless Saiyan ripped off the visor and helmet from the naive kid.
"You wanna know how your daddy went out, since you wanna be so much like him?"
Guyzir struggled for words, pain in his eyes.
"Fuck...you..."
Jorey made a maneuver, slamming Guyzir onto his knees and turning him around in the snow. He then wrapped his arm around his neck, choking him a bit, and lifted him up in the air again, raising his other arm towards Guyzir's head with his hand outstretched.
"He went out exactly like this."
Jorey immediately fired a Ki blast against Guyzir's face, melting off all of his face in one go, just like he did his father. His face was just as unrecognizable as his father's, and his limbs lost all sensation in an instant. Jorey let the corpse of the son of Babbles fall to the floor, blood pouring out everywhere.
"'Like father, like son,' as they say."
Just then, Jorey heard an applause from the boss. This was the last person left in the whole squad. There were no other officers. Once he'd killed them, he was finished with his mission, and he could get his reward. He marched on over, determination in his eyes, to the boss, who flipped the hood off the cloak to reveal themselves. It was a girl, much not like what the boy described to Jorey. He stopped dead in his tracks, not because it was a girl, but because it was exactly how it wasn't described to him.
"Good job, taking out all of my lackeys like that. That was some kind of show. Saiyans really are capable hunters, huh?"
"What the fuck? You're a chick?"
"Oh, what, women can't be the head of crime rings? Is that what this sexist world has come to?"
"Hell, no, lady. It has nothing to do with your gender. I was told by my client that you were a guy."
"Ah, so you were hired to kill us. That makes sense. We woulda remembered if we crossed paths with someone as strong as you, or someone related to you."
"I have a lotta questions, but it sucks that I'm not gonna get any of 'em answered. A'ight, time to die."
"Woah, there, cowboy! You really wanna kill me that quickly and easily?"
"Yes."
"Not even if I offer you something a lot more in worth than your client."
"Honestly, with how this conversation is going, I'd kill you for less. You're starting to piss me off."
"You sure? How much is that client of yours giving you for this job?"
"Three-hundred thousand Zeni, at least."
"What if I told you I can offer you more than one million Zeni, and that it can keep going higher from there?"
Jorey immediately put his arm down, put his tail on the floor, and sat on it like he usually does.
"I'm listening."
There was a moment of silence between the two of them. The boss was stunned that Jorey did a full one-eighty like that. How could someone go back on their word so easily?
"Are...you sure you're a Saiyan? Where's your pride?"
"Oh, I have it. I also have a desperate need to feed myself every day, be comfortable, and survive. Besides, whatever deal we strike, I have all the power in it. Even if you do have backup that's significantly stronger than this sorry excuse for a challenge, you know that you won't be able to take me down."
"That...is a very fair point."
"I know it is. Get on with your offer, I'm listening."
"I have a lotta connections in the underworld. Crime is something I've been involved with for my entire life, practically. Whether I liked it or not, really. You need clients, and a constant source of income, I can help you find both of 'em."
"So, in other words, you want to be my contractor, and help me find whatever jobs I need."
"Precisely. All you needa do is let me live. Like you said, I can't really do anything to resist you. You make money, I make money, we both benefit from this deal, and I literally can't stay outta your sight. Damn, wait, that sounds like a shit dea-"
"We have a deal then!"
The boss was taken back, not expecting this, and certainly realizing the error in her ways.
"Huh? Wait, no, I think we should renegoti-
"Oh, why there's nothing to renegotiate, at all! You said it yourself, you can't stay outta my sight, and you live for me basically. Riiiiight~?"
Jorey's slick smile reformed on his face. He knew a good deal when he got one, and this woman made a terrible mistake in suggesting this in the first place. She was calm and collected before because she knew that she could get Jorey to make a deal with her. Now, she was a little nervous, realizing she made a mistake in trying to give this Saiyan too much power in this relationship. However, the deal was a deal. As much as Jorey could just kill her whenever he wanted, she knew that she also had the protection of a Saiyan. She sighed and stuck out her hand to shake.
"Fine, you win. But, I still have to get a huge chunk of that money you get for each job completed."
"Naturally. It's a fifty-fifty cut. I'm a generous Saiyan, aren't I?"
Jorey shook her hand firmly, loving the power trip he was getting.
Wow, so this is what the PTO must feel like. This fuckin' feels great! I probably shouldn't be too much of an asshole, though.
"Jorey."
The woman looked confused at the Saiyan introducing himself, unfamiliar with what he was doing.
"Uh, gesundheit?"
"No, that's my name, idiot. I'm Jorey."
"Oh, right. I'm Dyve. Please treat me well."
"I'll try my best to."
"Asshole."
"Fair assumption. Let's go. We're gonna get my money from my client, and we'll say you were held captive or something to fool 'em. Try not to put a hit on him in the future. He might have me as a bodyguard."
"Yeah...wouldn't dream of that."
Dyve was suddenly very discouraged and fearful of trying to get revenge on the client Jorey had. She really didn't want to have to go up against Jorey, even if she contracted him to kill his client. It wasn't long before she was also feeling confusion, as Jorey suddenly grabbed her and carried her in a princess position. Her face flushed red a little bit as Jorey carried her.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
"Getting us outta here?"
Jorey immediately took to the skies, shooting through the blizzard and finding his way out of the area. Dyve screamed in surprise and fear as they flew out. It was a mission accomplished for Jorey. Now, to get that reward money.
A seemingly alarming number of police officers within the North City PD have become corrupt and like to steal evidence and money from crime scenes. Some, have even come across Ki Blasters and the power has gone to their head. Someone has to be leading them, you have been tasked with taking out these 'wannabe' officers and finding and taking out the leader, by arrest or by death. The choice is yours...
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Planets and nations are a beautiful thing to behold. Think about it: in order to establish civilizations, you have to put blood, sweat, and tears into it. Many civilizations have gone through civil war, war with other nations, tyranny, and so much more, and made it out alive. Even if things got ugly, it’s a beautiful and rich history of patriotism, honor, determination, love, sacrifice, and hope. However, what good is having hope in a nation when it’s ultimately going to fall into the wrong hands? What good is it to watch one’s own defense force succumb to corruption and filthy mortal desires? What good is it to harbor hope? At the end of the day, mortals are selfish creatures. They care about themselves and only themselves, for a multitude of reasons. Maybe it’s because they’re taught from a young age that the world doesn’t care about them? Maybe it’s because they’ve been wronged and can no longer trust society? Maybe it’s just because they want to watch the world burn around them and satisfy their sick kicks? There are many different reasons. Unfortunately, the reasons don’t matter. Light metal clanks resound around the sewers, echoing through the empty tunnels. Very little water ran through the bottom of these tunnels, and barely any odor plagued the abandoned sewer ways. Jorey ran his fingers along the walls as he proceeded forward. Age and neglect didn’t do these tunnels well, but it’s not like it was anyone’s fault that it ended up this way. With time, beasts can infiltrate waterways, disease can plague a city, and an unfortunate series of events leads to the abandonment of civilizations or facilities. That’s what happened to this ghost town, which was a perfect place to hideout for Jorey’s target.
The mission this time was “simply put.” It wasn’t necessarily “simple,” but “simply explained” would be more than satisfactory to describe the briefing. Jorey’s talents had been heard of, only ever so slightly, on Earth. Because of his slight fame, an individual came to Jorey with a mission and a vengeance. While the Saiyan doesn’t necessarily like supporting people’s personal vendettas, this one was a very special exception. A young man sent out word for Jorey about a week ago, to which Jorey responded to the call very quickly. He met the young man early the next day. How the young man managed to get ahold of Jorey via his scouter was of no matter to him once he met him face-to-face. He was clearly older than the Saiyan, but for some reason, he always addressed Jorey as a superior. He probably just assumed Jorey was much older than him, with the work he’d heard he’d done. Jorey could recall the interaction as if it happened yesterday. The Saiyan entered a tent, with a light in it, slightly dimmed, but not so dimmed that the young man looked menacing or was missing any facial features to the darkness. A projector was in there, not turned on, facing a white screen. The young man wore a black suit, a distinguished Windsor knot brandished on his neck, but no further accessories. The air and look about him made him feel like he just came out of some university or higher form of education, but the stubble on his face and the bags under his eyes told a different story. Even the redness on the tip of his nose was a hint to his alcoholism, but Jorey didn’t understand the anatomy of an Earthling body, so he didn’t want to assume that was a sign of alcoholism. The lingering smell of booze, however, was a telltale sign. With how disgusting and pitiful the young man looked, Jorey wanted to just leave as soon as he walked in. No doubt, he was going to ask him to murder someone who took everything away from him, or some other selfish request like that. The Saiyan winced at the sight of the pitiful young man, and started turning tail. Just then, the young man noticed his presence, and called out to him.
“You’re that contract killer, Jorey, right?”
There was a slight pause as the mood of the room settled. Something about the young man made Jorey suddenly feel like at least hearing him out. He stopped dead in his tracks, not moving forward or backward. What was it that stopped him? Was it actually just the young man calling out to him? No, many people could’ve done that, and Jorey wouldn’t have stopped. He would have kept going. It was something else. His voice called out, but it wasn’t full of malice or relief. Hell, it wasn’t exactly the “hope” that Jorey felt in his voice that stopped him, although there was a lot of hope that he felt regardless. No, it wasn’t any of those things. Surprisingly enough, it was the desperation he heard in his voice that stopped him. With a long sigh, Jorey dropped his arm from the tent entrance and turned to face the young man.
“I’m not just an assassin. I do more than just that.”
“Right, yeah, I’ve heard of some of your other work. I won’t need those services, though.”
The man stammered in his speech and stumbled a little bit as he made his way to the projector. Hovering over it with a remote in hand, he looked over to Jorey again, his eyes open as wide as possible despite the bags and puffiness. He stuttered again when speaking to the Saiyan.
“W-would you like to take a seat?”
Jorey said nothing and put his tail down on the floor, propping himself on it and lifting his feet from the ground. He crossed his legs and sat on his tail, crossing his arms as well and looking at the young man, waiting for him to proceed. The young man nodded and continued, turning on the projector.
The first slide was empty, but the next ones featured many different men and women in police gear. Jorey knew he had a bit of trouble receiving social cues and managing in society, but this young man was a lot worse, and Jorey could tell he wasn’t always like that. His impatience got the better of him, and he decided to speak up to get the ball rolling.
“Do you wanna tell me what these pictures mean, instead of just flashing ‘em up on a screen for me?”
The man jumped a bit, remembering what he was supposed to be doing.
“Oh, uh, right. I'm sorry, sir."
The young man back tracked a bit in the slides and stopped at an image of multiple police men and women looking at something off screen. Jorey fixed his gaze on it with a puzzled appearance. The young man noticed it, and felt it would be in his best interest to explain.
"The, uh, the people you see here seem like cops, but they're far from it. They're known as North City's finest, b-but I've been trailing them for a bit and noticed they've been up to some shady stuff."
"Trailing them? How? How am I supposed to believe what you're saying and that you're not one of these so called 'North City's finest?'"
"Please, d-don't misunderstand. I, uh, I wouldn't be here talking to you like this if I was. These people are corrupt, through and through. This guy, right here..."
The young man switched slides to a closeup of a man with an outrageous looking mustache and a scar on his left eye. His hair was white and he was a bit on the chubbier side.
"He's Officer Babbles. Known for his engagement with the community and kindness to young women. And this..."
The young man switched slides again, to a young and relatively attractive lady, her skin white like snow and her hair darker than the deepest, most entrancing void. Her eyes seemed to pierce those who met her gaze.
"Is Officer Akwa. She's been more popular with the men around North City, and she frequents bars to get drunk a lot. Um, this is, uh..."
The young man once again switched slides, this time to a taller, slender, younger man, with no facial hair, no scars, no blemishes. He was more of a gentleman type evidently. With each slide change, Jorey was getting even more impatient and tiresome. Why wasn't he telling him anything worthwhile instead of repeatedly changing slides?
"This is Officer Serf. He looks like a ladies man, doesn't he? Doesn't really like talking to other guys much, for some reason. Only has ever been seen talking to women, unless he has to for his job. Also, this one right here is, uh..."
The young man turned slides, showing a young man who looks a lot like Officer Babbles. The Saiyan figured they must be related in some way; it was too much of a similarity to be a coincidence.
"Officer Guyzir. He's Babbles' son. I don't think he's fit to be a cop, just as much as the others. I'm pretty sure he got in here only because his dad got him his position. Uh this one-"
"Okay, stop right there. What are you doing?"
Jorey was visibly upset. The young man looked at him, visibly confused. His shoulders dropped a bit, and his voice showed how surprised he was.
"Wh-what?"
"Don't 'what' me. Are you serious? What does changing slides over and over again to show me random police officers do? Nothing makes sense."
"W-well, of course, they're your targets..."
"Okay, then how 'bout you tell me why exactly they're my targets, instead of just showing me their faces?"
"Oh, right. Uh, here, this slide."
Holy mother of shit, this kid!
The young man changed slides again, much to Jorey's annoyance. However, he quickly held back his emotions and changed his attitude a bit. The young man was finally showing him something worthwhile. All four of these individuals are seen hauling a huge load of cash, smiling at each other. The Saiyan looked to the Earthling once more, this time, looking at him for answers. The young man began once more.
"This is what I was trying to get at. This is evidence of one of the crimes they've been committing. Embezzlement, tampering with evidence, stealing even more money from crime scenes; they aren't the best of influences, no doubt. They've been doing this for years."
"Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Catching them in the act is a good start. You said they've been doing this for years. How come you're just now contacting someone about this."
"I've been trying for a while, but no one would really listen to me. They see how I look and thing I'm some drunk and a failure of a son."
Well, no shit, have you seen yourself?
"They don't know the struggles I've been through. They think I'm misguided or insane. You're the only one who's actually stayed this long."
Really? That's...concerning. Wait, why did I stay this long?
"Don't get emotional on me, right now. Tell me, what kept you from doing something about it? I'm sure you coulda just reported this to any of the other police, right?"
"That would have been a bad idea. They have almost the whole police department wrapped around their finger. My dad, he was one of the only good guys left. He was in charge of finding out who was committing all these crimes, and he was having a difficult time figuring it out for years. He'd just finally started getting closer and closer to the truth a couple years ago, but..."
Jorey knew where this was going. This really is a vengeance story. On the brighter side, this kid didn't want to just get vengeance on some guys who prevented him from getting a promotion or something; it was vengeance on his dad's killers.
"That guy, Babbles, he's the one who killed my father. His son sat there and watched while someone else stood behind him. I can never forgive them for what they did, and I don't know if tailing them the day my dad died was the best idea, but I needed to know he was safe. But, they just killed him instead, just because he was getting too close to the truth, that they were the ones doing it. Please, this isn't just about my dad. As much as I want to avenge him, please bring them to justice, for the sake of North City. We can't rely on horrible people like this."
So, that was it. Jorey's eyes relaxed on the young man as he watched a couple tears drop from his eyes. His bags, his puffiness, his stubble, the smell of booze on his body, this wasn't all because he watched his father die at the hands of his coworkers. This was also because, no matter what he did, he couldn't make any progress in saving his city. This is the face of a man who was desperate. Jorey had been on this planet for quite a while, now. He hadn't seen desperation like this. In fact, he hadn't seen desperation at all on this planet. There was something about it that reminded him of that fateful night, however, not in a painful way. It was reassuring, very much unsettling, too. Overall, though, it was practically refreshing to see. The Saiyan got off his tail and stood up straight, looking down at the young man. He put a hand on his shoulder, with a very awkward feeling rushing through his body, and tried to reassure the young man.
"It's okay. I'll make sure they go to hell for their actions."
The young man looked shocked for a second, hearing something like that come from the Saiyan. In the end, though, he fixed himself up and thanked him. Dropping his hand from the young man's shoulder, Jorey had one more question before he left.
"If I'm not mistaken, you said something about another guy being there. Are they on the slides?"
"N-no. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure what he looked like, only that he was there when my dad died. I'm almost sure that he's the one who's spearheading this whole thing. He's also one of your targets."
"Great. So, I'm going up against four corrupt officers with authority, one unmasked leader in the shadows, and a whole police force of assholes. Anything else I should know?"
"Oh yes, of course. The last thing you should know is that most of these officers found a dealer. Brought them some high tech energy blasters. Nothing like we've ever seen before. I don't know how they even got their hands on it, or who dealt them those arms, but they're super dangerous. Please, be careful, Jorey."
"I'll be fine. How bad could a few little blasters be?"
Fast forward to present time. Jorey remembers the young man's words going through his head, about their hideout being in a ghost town a few tens of miles off of North City. Going in through the sewers seemed like the better idea. Jorey had finally reached his exit from the sewers. He moved the manhole cover out of the way and emerged to a light flurry dancing over the ghost town. The Saiyan let out a light groan as he recovered the manhole.
It doesn't look like it's gonna let up soon. If anything, it seems like it's gonna pick up. I'll have to get done with this quick if I don't wanna get caught in a blizzard.
The blizzard ended up picking up when Jorey entered the old, abandoned police station of the town. The building was huge, a lot bigger than the others in the ghost town. It was almost like it was some sort of asylum or jail. Why would such a small town require such a big facility for the police? Were that many police actually stationed here? The Saiyan moved stealthily through the facility, finding himself in a large room with a bunch of cubicles scattered across the floor. Some windows were broken, some parts of the wall have chipped away, and age and all other kinds of erosion have not done this building well. It was a pity to see. Soon enough, Jorey would find himself his first interaction with life in the building. His scouter went off to reveal a few power levels up ahead, followed by some laughing and sighing. They were all relatively weak, at least compared to Jorey. It would be easy to just take them out right then and there. However, Jorey had a better idea. Keeping himself hidden, the Saiyan tried to listen in on their conversation. He was able to hear quite a few things from them. There were three individuals there, all male, and they all seemed pretty young. They might have been newer cops working with his client’s targets. One of them spoke up.
“…but, man, these blasters coming in really are the real deal. Who knew we’d get some crazy strong stuff like that?”
Another one chimed in and continued off of what the first one was saying.
“I know what you mean, but how come they never told us who are vendors are? Don’t you think that’s kinda weird?”
The last cop scolded the second one.
“What, are you doubting our superiors now? They know what they’re doing. I trust them with my life.”
“Hey, I’m not saying they’re not trustworthy! I’m here with you, too. I’m just a little concerned with who we’re involving ourselves with. It’s not the best idea for us to start dealing with people who are outta our league in terms of corrupt.”
The first one laughed and came in with his piece.
“You kidding? Corrupt? That’s funny, you implying we’re corrupt, too? We’re above those assholes that pushed us to this corner. If they didn’t screw us over, we wouldn’t have resorted to what we’re doing. Besides, why should we care who we work with? All we’re doing is spreading chaos.”
The third one interjected.
“No, YOU’RE doing this just to spread chaos. We got people we care about. We’re here to make this world a better place.”
“Yeah, what’s your problem? We couldn’t care less about just killing everyone and watching the world burn. That’s all you.”
“Oh, come on, don’t be like that guys! I know both of you are itching to use these new blasters, too.”
The first one immediately started imitating blaster sounds and pretending he had one, shooting it all over the place. One of the other two sounded frustrated, while the other sounded a little amused, laughing a bit. All three of them were interrupted by another voice, and another pretty weak power level.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
One of the figures emerged from where the other three lackeys came from. That was one of the targets. That was Babbles. The stout, stubby man walked out with his arms crossed and a mean mug plastered on his face. He was clearly disappointed in something. Babbles strutted to the other three lackeys, contempt in his eyes. The three lackeys looked in confusion and stammered at their boss. One of them had the courage to speak up.
"Well, uh, we're just excited to get the new-"
"What unprofessional behavior. To think my soldiers are so childish and immature! Ridiculous, that I have to work with you lot."
The other three seemed disappointed in themselves, all of a sudden. They must really value the opinion of their boss that much. Jorey had to respect that about them, but at the end of the day, he wasn't going to show them any mercy. A job is a job, and he set his mind to complete this. Jorey immediately tried to figure out what the next course of action would be. There were four targets in front of him right now. If he played his cards right, he could take out all of them without any problems or causing a scene. He started harnessing Ki in his hand, preparing a Scatter Shot, when he noticed something in Babbles' hands. He slammed it on the table, and unhinged the locks on it. It was a briefcase, and a big one at that. Babbles turned and looked at his lackeys, all of which responded with confused glances.
"Uh, sir, what is that?"
"This? It's those damn blasters you kids seem to be so excited about. Take one, before I change my mind and use 'em on you."
One by one, each of those lackeys went to the briefcase and retrieved their own blaster. They all looked to each other with excitement, to which Babbles rolled his eyes. He then turned and fidgeted with the briefcase himself, which piqued the interest of his lackeys.
"Sir, what are you doing with the briefcase?"
Babbles smirked and scoffed at that question.
"Well, while you bumbling idiots are over here getting excited over some measly projectile shooter, us higher ups were getting our own fancy little toys for our pleasure. You all get your stupid blasters that can take out buildings, and we get..."
Babbles pulled a couple devices out of the briefcase. Just how deep was that thing, and how many gadgets did it carry? He put on a blaster on one of his arms, and pulled out something all too familiar to Jorey. The Saiyan immediately stopped charging his Scatter Shot, and his eyes widened.
"These beauts."
Babbles put on the scouter and showed his underlings. They responded with confused looks, to which Babbles rolled his eyes.
"Allow me to give you a demonstration then. This here is what's called a 'scouter.' It lets you read energy readings that other people have."
He pressed the button on the side of it, turning it on. The scouter beeped and gave Babbles the power readings of each of his lackeys.
"See? It gives me each and every one of your readings, and boy, is it as pathetic as looking at your horrid faces."
However, there was one more reading that popped up on the scouter, and Jorey knew it was not a good thing to happen.
Shit.
Babbles looked in Jorey's direction and pointed his blaster at the wall Jorey was behind. He smirked and started charging a shot.
"And it even shows me this little fly in the corner of the room."
Babbles fired the blast and Jorey immediately backed up and bolted around them, still in cover from another wall. He saw just how much damage was done to the wall, and his eyes widened once more.
Oh, shit, so they are pretty dangerous.
Babbles' blaster smoked, and he let out an annoyed tsk. The other lackeys looked around, confused, as usual.
"Woah, what happened!?"
"We got an intruder in the building. Search the room, don't let your guard down."
As if this was a simulation, Jorey punched through a wall and grabbed one of the lackeys, specifically the one that just wants to sow chaos. He grabbed him by the mouth and dragged him through the wall, his comrades never seeing him again. They all started opening fire on the wall, lighting it up like it was some sort of independence day. Appearing from the far end of the wall, Jorey fired two more Ki blasts, killing the other lackeys, and immediately dashed for Babbles.
This guy is definitely gonna try to shoot me from point blank. Just bait it, Jorey.
Luckily enough, Jorey watched as Babbles picked up his blaster and held it right towards Jorey's face.
Bingo.
"Take a trip down to hell and tell me how my soldiers are doing."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jorey concentrated and used Rapid Movement to get around behind Babbles. The energy blast from the blaster fell on an empty floor, and without hitting its target. Jorey palmed the man's head, and held his hand straight up to Babbles' face, his eyes as cold as the blizzard outside.
"Tell me where your friends are. Specifically the ones that hold a lotta clout in your posse. The leader would be really nice, too."
Unfortunately, Babbles didn't buy into it.
"Tch. You think I'm gonna just sell 'em out like that? Sorry, bub, you ain't getting shit from me. So, how 'bout you go crawl your lanky ass back to whatever cave you came from."
Jorey laughed a bit, unfazed by the threats and insults from Babbles.
"Okay, sure, make this more fun for me, then. Like I give a shit."
Jorey fired off a Ki blast straight into Babbles' head, killing him on impact. His face was burned off, completely unrecognizable, and he let go of his scalp, letting his body drop to the floor. Jorey turned to the windows, looking at the blizzard outside.
"It'd be one thing to just turn on my scouter and find these readings, but with how big this complex is, I'm not gonna be able to find 'em all that easily. I'll have to do this the harder, and slightly more fun way. Then again...maybe staking out in that blizzard might prove useful?"
The blizzard picked up even more, looking like it was hazardous for any life to be out there. Jorey's eye twitched at the sight of it, and he sighed and turned around, looking up as if he could see through the ceiling.
"Okay, I'll leave the stakeout for later. Just my luck, for this shitty, stupid planet to pull this kinda shit on me like that."
Jorey ended up continuing onward through the facility. Along the way, he found plenty of lackeys, which he was able to take out very quickly and quietly, unlike Babbles and his subordinates. A lot of police officers were dying this day. Well, not legitimate police officers. Fortunately for Jorey, he was able to find two more of the targets that the boy assigned for him. From the looks of it, it was Akwa and Serf. The room was large and very much abandoned, with a lot more open space than the room he encountered Babbles in. Desks littered the office space, both destroyed, half destroyed, and mildly destroyed. The girl, Akwa, was sitting on one of the desks, her leg up, and her face very obviously pissed. Her blaster was also locked and loaded, but she didn't have a scouter on. Curious, why didn't she have one? Jorey looked at her comrade, standing next to her with his hand running through his hair. That was Serf, who was equipped with a blaster and a scouter. Suddenly, Akwa started to vent out her frustration.
"Why in the HELL did they give you a scouter and not me!? It makes no sense why the boss did that! Look at you! You don't even care about it!"
Serf looked mildly offended, obviously in a sarcastic way. He gasped and turned to Akwa to retort.
"How could you say such a thing? Of course, I use this scouter, and I love it. Look at how great my reflection is inside it. Oh, I'm just stunning, aren't I, Akwa?"
"You make me sick and I want you to die, painfully."
"Oh, come on, don't be like that. I know you want me."
Serf got uncomfortably close to Akwa, putting his face really close to hers. She obviously still wasn't having it, and turned on her blaster, ready to shoot him down right there. The man, completely oblivious to her bloodlust, thought she was simply flirting. He chuckled and put one finger on her blaster.
"Oh, come on, darling, you know you wouldn't be able to get away with that if the boss found out."
Akwa started to look defeated and even more pissed than before. She lowered her blaster slowly, pressed her foot against Serf's chest, and sent him back some with a forceful push.
"If it weren't for that, just know, you'd be long dead by now. The amount of hate I have for you deep inside can't be quantified by the numbers we know of today."
"Aww, so you do think about me."
"Only when it involves you being murdered viciously and mercilessly."
"You are one kinky girl."
Watching this interaction was making Jorey disgusted. In fact, there was nothing about this entire scenario that didn't make Jorey want to violently vomit out his own internal organs. On one hand, he felt bad for the girl, but knew he'd have to kill her. On the other hand, he wanted to kill the guy right here, right now. The only reason why he hadn't tried it yet is because he figured the girl might just kill him for him. That would have been so much easier, and much more amusing for the Saiyan. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Akwa straightened up, her mean mug still focused on Serf's stupid fucking face.
"Hey, dumbfuck, is that scouter even on? Do you even know how to use it?"
Oh, not again.
Jorey decided to take action this time. He got up from cover and sprinted straight for Serf, as he was the closest. Serf was too busy trying to turn on the scouter to notice Jorey charging in out of nowhere. He leapt into the air and was ready to slam down on Serf, taking him down in one fell swoop. His fist was ready to take down the cheap excuse for a womanizer, when all of a sudden, Jorey's scouter went off. He'd completely forgotten about the girl there, with her blaster ready and armed, aiming at Jorey. She fired the blast and it hit Jorey square in the chest, making him fall to his back. That one definitely hurt. Serf quickly turned around, assessed the situation, and looked to Akwa with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, so you do care about me..."
Akwa's response was even quicker than usual, almost interrupting him.
"Yeah, no. I was honestly debating letting him kill you, but the boss wouldn't have it if I let that happen. How the hell did he even get in here or find us?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's a contract killer?"
Jorey immediately sat up, grabbing his armor where the blast hit, his eyes opened wide.
"AHHHG, FUCK! SHIT, THAT BURNS LIKE HELL!"
Akwa was taken back. She scurried back on the desk she was on, as if she just saw a bug come back to life.
"What the fuck!? You're still alive!?"
"Hell yeah, I'm still alive! You think one shot from those cheap blasters are enough to kill me? My mother hit me harder a couple days ago, and she's dead!"
"What the hell are you made out of!?"
"I'm a Saiyan, ya dumb broad! I'm made outta Saiyan shit!"
Serf turned his head away from Jorey and scoffed. He suddenly seemed very disgusted after hearing Jorey speak.
"Ugh, a male Saiyan."
"Oh, what, we got another racist here!?"
Akwa would be the one to answer Jorey's comment.
"No, he actually just doesn't like men in general. He doesn't talk to any guys, at all, doesn't get along with 'em either. The only people he talks to in this squad is me and the boss, and then whatever female cops we have here."
"Wow, so he must really respect the boss if that's the case."
"Oh, I do more than just respect the boss. I find that individual veery-"
"Aaaaand, I've lost interest."
Jorey immediately shot a Ki blast at Serf's leg, puncturing it and making him yell in pain. He dropped down and grabbed his leg, reeling from the damage he'd just suffered. He wasn't too fond on experiencing physical pain. Akwa, in response, shot a bunch of Ki blasts at Jorey from her blaster, all of which fell to the ground and pierced it, as if nothing was there. Jorey used Rapid Movement to get out of the way, and he appeared again right next to Serf. Jorey grabbed the poor excuse for a man by his neck, slammed him into the ground, and then charged up a Ki blast right above him. He fired off a Halo Buster straight through the corrupt cop, ending his life. Then, the Saiyan looked straight up at Akwa, who met his eyes in fear. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Akwa tried to bolt straight for the exit. All of that was to no avail, unfortunately for her, since Jorey was much faster than her. He sped past her, and grabbed her by her hand, getting in front of her and putting his hand against her abdomen. By this point in time, she was sweating buckets, and her voice shook as she spoke to Jorey.
"Y-y-you wouldn't h-hit a woman, would you-u-u?"
With a smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised, Jorey responded to Akwa's plea for mercy.
"Bitch, please, these hands are rated E for everyone."
Jorey fired off another Halo Buster, straight through Akwa's chest, killing her on the spot. He let her body drop to the floor, and looked over at her ally, who was in a similar position. With his work done with these two, Jorey set out to find his next targets. He pressed on his scouter a bit and cycled through the information he had.
"Okay, that leaves the son of Babbles, Guyzir, and the boss, which I still have no info on. Shit, maybe I shoulda interrogated 'em for that info? Ah, who cares. This'll be over soon enough anyway."
The building was all clear, by this point, and the pain inside Jorey's chest was numbing out. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as before, but still it burned a bit.
Dammit, if I knew how to sense energy, then this woulda been a piece of cake. How far could they be, if they're not here?
Jorey cycled through the scouter multiple times, approaching a window with the corpse of Babbles next to him. As he got closer to the window, he got more irritated. Suddenly, the scouter picked up an energy signature. Wait, no, make that two energy signatures. Wait, no, make that- ah who cares. Jorey found his targets. They were outside after all, in that blizzard. He strained his eyes to see, but he could barely make out a few figures in the snowstorm. It was still very dangerous to be out there, but these people were still just waltzing around as if nothing was going on? Metal. With the window already broken, Jorey slipped out and floated down to an overhang, positioned about ten feet from the individuals in question, and to their right. The Saiyan lied low, as to make sure he didn't get spotted.
Well, what do we have here? A male with the exact description of this Guyzir fellow, a few lackeys, as expected of these criminal masterminds, and one other individual. I don't have any information on this one. Must be the boss the kid was talking about.
Jorey picked up four more signatures coming in from the distance. They were approaching fast, which either meant they also knew how to use Ki and were flying, or they were driving a vehicle. The Saiyan mercenary waited a few more moments to find out it was the latter. This scene looked all too familiar. What was it they were dealing to each other?
Ain't no way this is anything other than an arms deal. Who even are these guys anyway?
Jorey could barely make out their conversation, as their voices were very distant. This was definitely an arms deal, but it was more than just weapons. No, the thing they were pulling out what a whole suit of armor, equipped with a blaster and a scouter on it. Why did this look very familiar to some sort of retro game people used to play back in the day? Either way, this seemed to be state of the art. The boss motioned for Guyzir to come closer. The boy looked pleased. He mentioned something about taking it, agreeing to the deal. That's when Jorey went into action. He stood up and took aim at the dealers who just showed up. He figured this must be the individuals who dealt them the blasters in the first place. There's no way these guys would send their higher ups to do a deal with some measly corrupted cops, but taking them out would be a nice thing to do for Jorey's self. They weren't on the agenda, but we'll call it a bit of a mix up and insurance for Jorey. He didn't want them posing a potential threat to his safety in the future. You could never be too safe. Jorey powered up a Scatter Shot, aimed it at the new customers, and fired. The blast broke up into four more blasts, each of them piercing through the uninvited guests. Immediately, the other targets in the area looked straight at Jorey, as he was emerging from his hiding place. He dropped down, his hand still outstretched from firing the blast.
"Yeah, honestly, I'm gonna elect to say no to this transaction. Can't have you people getting your hands on some crazy tech like that."
They all assumed defensive stances, with the lackeys coming up front, guarding their superiors with their lives.
"Who the hell are you!? Why are you here?"
Jorey laughed and approached them slowly.
"Oh, come on, man, you really think you're threatening me with that thing on your arm? I got hit with one some minutes ago and look at me. I'm still standing."
Jorey stopped about five feet away from his targets. He glared at them, ready for business, but not at the guards in front of him. He was obviously looking past them, as Guyzir and the boss. The boss had a cloak on, so he could only see the bottom half of their face. At first, it was confused, but that confusion soon turned into a curious smirk. The Saiyan narrowed his eyes. He wasn't here to play games. He was here to kill them all.
"Step away from that briefcase. Let yourselves die easily. I'm not saying it again."
The boss stepped in front of Guyzir and spoke up. The voice was cutthroat, but higher in pitch than Jorey expected, and softer, too. The individual put their arms up, as if trying to provoke Jorey.
"Oh? So, what happens at the end of this? You call the police? I hate to break it to you, stranger, but we are the police. Who'd they believe? A random person like you, or us, who have a reputation with them?"
"Like I said, none of you are leaving here alive. I'm gonna kill you all here. Why should I care about what your planet's stupid excuse of a police force does to me?"
"So, you're not from here, are you? Lemme guess, you're a Saiyan right? Such an attitude coming from your people. Well, it's not like I don't expect it."
The boss brought a hand up to their ear, as if to press on something. Jorey smirked, pleased to say the next comment he had revved up in his mouth.
"You won't be getting any backup. I already killed every one of your other lackeys. Even Babbles and those other poor excuses for 'soldiers.'"
The boss looked surprised at first, stopping their arm in its tracks.
"Is that so?"
Soon, that surprise turned into pleasure. They were excited about hearing that? The smirk on their face that grew in mere seconds was proof enough. What the hell was going on? Jorey's smirk was wiped off his face immediately, and he focused even more on the boss in front of him. With that, one of the guards decided to come straight at Jorey, blaster charging up.
"All right, bub, that does it! Prepare to die!"
As soon as he got close enough to let out a blast point blank range, Jorey dodged out of the way, grabbing the man by the arm, twisting and breaking it. While the guard was on his knees, Jorey put his hand to his mouth, covering it. Then, he channeled as much Ki as he could into his hand, and blasted it straight into the man's mouth, making his head explode. The corpse fell to the ground, blood all over the snow on the floor. The other two guards reeled back a bit, then tried charging at Jorey. Before they could even get a foot off the ground, the Saiyan mercilessly shot them up with Ki blasts, putting multiple holes and burns into their bodies. Their empty corpses fell to the floor, and Jorey ran up to the boss, ready to deliver a punch like he wanted to with Serf. However, he suddenly got another power reading, looking in the direction of Guyzir, who was able to slip away and put on the full suit of armor.
Why am I having a weird sense of dejavú?
Jorey put his hands up to guard the attack from Guyzir. Guyzir's fist slammed right against Jorey's guard, sending him into the snow. The white substance cushioned his fall, but that punch had a lot of power in it. Jorey got one foot on the ground and looked up at the corrupt officer in a power suit.
"Outta my way, daddy's boy. I really wanna hurt you, but I wanna save you for last."
The naive, corrupt kid slammed his fist against his blaster, grunting at the challenge.
"You won't be saving anyone for last. You die, right here."
"Fine, have it your way. Go down just like daddy did."
Jorey shot up and sent a fist straight towards Guyzir's face, landing him in the jaw. The Earthling backed up, reeling, then refocused and started right back to Jorey. The two of them then engaged in an intense hand-to-hand battle. Punches were thrown, blocked, landed against each other, kicks were launched at devastating speeds and with great power, they even shot Ki blasts at each other from point blank range. As they fought, they exchanged words with each other.
"You'll find out soon enough I'm nothing like my father. He was weak, selfish, greedy. He cared about the good for himself, about his reputation. I don't care about any of those things."
"Yeah, you really think that makes you any better than him? You just sound like some angsty teen tryna look different from his dad."
"Shut your trap, filthy Saiyan! You have no right to butt into the affairs of us Earthlings. You wouldn't understand my problems, my potential."
"Don't make me laugh. Potential, my ass! If you gotta use cheap tricks like this power suit just to try and match my power..."
Stopping mid speech, Jorey ducked under a jab straight for his mouth from Guyzir. He smirked, grabbed onto that same arm tight with one hand, and fired a Ki blast straight into his chest to send him off balance a bit. The attempt was successful, and with Guyzir reeling, Jorey set both hands onto the blaster, and ripped it straight off, revealing Guyzir's bare arm. The son of Babbles looked up at Jorey, stunned and intimidated, while the Saiyan waved the blaster in front of his face, mockingly.
"Then your potential measures up to just about what I expect from a fly."
Guyzir was visibly upset, and running out of options. Regardless, he charged right in, eager to end this fight as soon as possible. That ended up being one of the main reasons for his downfall. Jorey dodged punch after punch, showing the difference in their power. With each dodged attack, Jorey sent another fist right into the officer's gut. Over and over again, Jorey abused the poor man's stomach like a lactose intolerant person has their bowels abused after they drink a bunch of milk. After a while, the man fell to the ground again, grabbing onto his stomach. Jorey stood over him like a bad omen, smiling while he broke the naive officer. Suddenly, the man sent his fist straight for Jorey, as hard and as fast as he could, only to have it stopped by Jorey himself. He then ripped that part of the armor off him, too. Grabbing him by the face, Jorey lifted him up, punching him over and over again, until the armor practically peeled off with every single strike he sent at Guyzir. Instead of an Earthling, all that was left was the groaning, distressed body of a man who was practically accepting his fate. To top it all off, Jorey wasn't done yet. He brought the kid closer in and whispered in his ear.
"Hey..."
The merciless Saiyan ripped off the visor and helmet from the naive kid.
"You wanna know how your daddy went out, since you wanna be so much like him?"
Guyzir struggled for words, pain in his eyes.
"Fuck...you..."
Jorey made a maneuver, slamming Guyzir onto his knees and turning him around in the snow. He then wrapped his arm around his neck, choking him a bit, and lifted him up in the air again, raising his other arm towards Guyzir's head with his hand outstretched.
"He went out exactly like this."
Jorey immediately fired a Ki blast against Guyzir's face, melting off all of his face in one go, just like he did his father. His face was just as unrecognizable as his father's, and his limbs lost all sensation in an instant. Jorey let the corpse of the son of Babbles fall to the floor, blood pouring out everywhere.
"'Like father, like son,' as they say."
Just then, Jorey heard an applause from the boss. This was the last person left in the whole squad. There were no other officers. Once he'd killed them, he was finished with his mission, and he could get his reward. He marched on over, determination in his eyes, to the boss, who flipped the hood off the cloak to reveal themselves. It was a girl, much not like what the boy described to Jorey. He stopped dead in his tracks, not because it was a girl, but because it was exactly how it wasn't described to him.
"Good job, taking out all of my lackeys like that. That was some kind of show. Saiyans really are capable hunters, huh?"
"What the fuck? You're a chick?"
"Oh, what, women can't be the head of crime rings? Is that what this sexist world has come to?"
"Hell, no, lady. It has nothing to do with your gender. I was told by my client that you were a guy."
"Ah, so you were hired to kill us. That makes sense. We woulda remembered if we crossed paths with someone as strong as you, or someone related to you."
"I have a lotta questions, but it sucks that I'm not gonna get any of 'em answered. A'ight, time to die."
"Woah, there, cowboy! You really wanna kill me that quickly and easily?"
"Yes."
"Not even if I offer you something a lot more in worth than your client."
"Honestly, with how this conversation is going, I'd kill you for less. You're starting to piss me off."
"You sure? How much is that client of yours giving you for this job?"
"Three-hundred thousand Zeni, at least."
"What if I told you I can offer you more than one million Zeni, and that it can keep going higher from there?"
Jorey immediately put his arm down, put his tail on the floor, and sat on it like he usually does.
"I'm listening."
There was a moment of silence between the two of them. The boss was stunned that Jorey did a full one-eighty like that. How could someone go back on their word so easily?
"Are...you sure you're a Saiyan? Where's your pride?"
"Oh, I have it. I also have a desperate need to feed myself every day, be comfortable, and survive. Besides, whatever deal we strike, I have all the power in it. Even if you do have backup that's significantly stronger than this sorry excuse for a challenge, you know that you won't be able to take me down."
"That...is a very fair point."
"I know it is. Get on with your offer, I'm listening."
"I have a lotta connections in the underworld. Crime is something I've been involved with for my entire life, practically. Whether I liked it or not, really. You need clients, and a constant source of income, I can help you find both of 'em."
"So, in other words, you want to be my contractor, and help me find whatever jobs I need."
"Precisely. All you needa do is let me live. Like you said, I can't really do anything to resist you. You make money, I make money, we both benefit from this deal, and I literally can't stay outta your sight. Damn, wait, that sounds like a shit dea-"
"We have a deal then!"
The boss was taken back, not expecting this, and certainly realizing the error in her ways.
"Huh? Wait, no, I think we should renegoti-
"Oh, why there's nothing to renegotiate, at all! You said it yourself, you can't stay outta my sight, and you live for me basically. Riiiiight~?"
Jorey's slick smile reformed on his face. He knew a good deal when he got one, and this woman made a terrible mistake in suggesting this in the first place. She was calm and collected before because she knew that she could get Jorey to make a deal with her. Now, she was a little nervous, realizing she made a mistake in trying to give this Saiyan too much power in this relationship. However, the deal was a deal. As much as Jorey could just kill her whenever he wanted, she knew that she also had the protection of a Saiyan. She sighed and stuck out her hand to shake.
"Fine, you win. But, I still have to get a huge chunk of that money you get for each job completed."
"Naturally. It's a fifty-fifty cut. I'm a generous Saiyan, aren't I?"
Jorey shook her hand firmly, loving the power trip he was getting.
Wow, so this is what the PTO must feel like. This fuckin' feels great! I probably shouldn't be too much of an asshole, though.
"Jorey."
The woman looked confused at the Saiyan introducing himself, unfamiliar with what he was doing.
"Uh, gesundheit?"
"No, that's my name, idiot. I'm Jorey."
"Oh, right. I'm Dyve. Please treat me well."
"I'll try my best to."
"Asshole."
"Fair assumption. Let's go. We're gonna get my money from my client, and we'll say you were held captive or something to fool 'em. Try not to put a hit on him in the future. He might have me as a bodyguard."
"Yeah...wouldn't dream of that."
Dyve was suddenly very discouraged and fearful of trying to get revenge on the client Jorey had. She really didn't want to have to go up against Jorey, even if she contracted him to kill his client. It wasn't long before she was also feeling confusion, as Jorey suddenly grabbed her and carried her in a princess position. Her face flushed red a little bit as Jorey carried her.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
"Getting us outta here?"
Jorey immediately took to the skies, shooting through the blizzard and finding his way out of the area. Dyve screamed in surprise and fear as they flew out. It was a mission accomplished for Jorey. Now, to get that reward money.
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