Morningstar - Down to Business
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xp_logsThere's little subtlety dealing with Mr. Jip.
"So, Jip. I'm angry. You played me and you played Worthington. I think you knew what he was looking for." Kevin cracked him in the chin and forced him back into his own place.
Jip firmly grabbed Kevin's shoulders to hold him into place. "You desired to know where the Mistress Satana was and an introduction. Nothing more, nothing less. It's exactly what I gave you."
"No, he came here for a solution, and you fed him to that hellbitch. She told us about your little arrangement." Kevin snarled and shoved him back. "So I want what you took from him. Give it over now, and my friend here doesn't need to get involved."
"Once given I cannot give it back." Jip objected, his hands tightening on Kevin's shoulders. "The deal was sealed fair and square. My role in this ends after that. Your companion made a choice and now he needs to bear the consequences of that choice."
"Oh, buddy." Gabriel let out a long, over-the-top sigh. "Do you want me to make a speed bag out of your stomach? Or your face?" He used his super speed to shove Jip off of Kevin, then zipped around to the man's other side. "Because I will."
Jip coughed once as the breath was knocked out of him. "Are you sure you have nothing you want, young man? Because I would love to have just a drop..." He held up one finger to illustrate: "... one drop of your life force. Maybe a trade to help your friend?"
"I—" Gabriel, usually quick to retort, hesitated for a second. It wasn't the worst offer he'd heard, all things considered. Lord knew there were plenty of things he'd have been willing to give up a little life for.
"No trades." Kevin pulled his gun and without hesitation put a bullet through Jip's right knee. The man screeched in pain as Kevin shot him again, this time through the other knee. He caught him by the collar before he could collapse. "Alright, you little fuck, here's the deal I'm going to offer. This young man in Antonio Scarlotti's nephew. Favourite nephew. The Don has a foundry down in Jersey. So, the deal is if you don't give me what you took from Warren and then fuck off out of town forever, we're going to drive you down to his uncle's place and toss you in the furnace. I know you've likely got decades, if not centuries hidden away. How long do you think that will last as you keep getting atomized over and over at 900 degree heat in a vat of metal. Italo," Kevin's smile was sinister, especially with the blood flecks on his face. "How long do you think it takes for his stockpile to run out? Like... long enough to go and get a sub at Demetri's while we wait?"
It took Gabriel a split-second to wipe the shock caused by the gunshots off his face, but only a fraction of that to catch on to Kevin's story. "Oh, sure," he waved a hand. "Might even have time for an espresso and a cannoli after." He looked down at Jip, the contempt restored in his expression. "You know, the old ways are dying, Starbucks and all that. It's really a shame."
It hurt like a bitch... that was true. But this was not the first time for him to get shot, so while he writhed in pain he focused. A small patch of skin so black it was blue vanished from his left hand as the wounds started to heal. A swift motion of his right hand had a tiny razorsharp blade drop down in his hand. Still writhing he lashed out at the one with the tasty life force and slashed his leg. Immediately he pushed on the wound, letting the blood touch his hand palm. Absorbing life force was rough... so rough this way, but he had no choice.
The bullet went through the back of his head immediately. As his body dropped, Kevin emptied the clip into him, kicking away the hand trying to grab Gabe. Even after his head split open, Sydney continued to cuff the man, hauling his corpse on to the table.
"This fuck will be back in a moment. How's the leg?"
"Bleeding," Gabriel looked down at the gash. The cut hurt like a bitch, and he was pretty sure he'd let out some kind of noise when Jip touched him. "But I'll live. Though I guess I'm a few seconds closer to death." A loaded joke for him to make if ever there was one, but Gabriel didn't feel any different, so whatever.
He limped toward Kevin, wincing as he approached the table. "Fucker ruined my jeans."
"When he wakes up, do you want to shoot him a couple of times? It's vaguely cathartic."
"I'm good," Gabriel said dryly. "Can't believe I actually missed this," he muttered, looking from Sydney to his leg to Jip. "Can we get outta here?"
"No. We need what Jip took from Worthington." There was a gasp on the table and Kevin looked back down at Jip. "Oh, someone burned some years of life to come back. What's it going to be, Jip? The foundry or Warren's contribution?"
"What was freely given, cannot be returned." He looked a lot less impressive with his hair matted with blood though and there was a slight shake to his voice.
“What about the things that were violently stolen?” Gabriel asked, unable to help sounding a little bitter. The blood had formed a patch on his pants. “This is boring,” he said to Kevin. “Maybe you should shoot him again.”
The bullet went through Jip's stomach. "You have no cards to play. Give it up or be eliminated permanently. Come on, Jip. You're a dinosaur like me. Survival is the only instinct you have left."
From the wound on his belly a crystalline blue substance started to well up. "Take it before the wound closes and leave." Jip commented dryly.
"Not really what I was expecting." Gabriel reached into his pocket and pulled out the container he'd thought to bring. "Here." He tossed it to Kevin. "I've got literal blood on my hands, and I'm not getting any closer to this prick."
"Can't blame you." Kevin scooped it up and it hardened into a crystal once inside the specimen container. "As for you, Jip, you're officially out of business in New York. If you're not well out of town in three days, I'm coming back for you and locking you in that foundry until the last second you've taken burns up with you." He said, shooting him behind the eyes when he finished. "No sense letting him warn the Hellbitch we're coming."
Gabriel made a noise of assent as he looked down at Jip. A sigh escaped him before he realized it. "Worthington hardly seems worth it." He raised his glance to Kevin. "Come on. Let's get to steppin'."
"So, Jip. I'm angry. You played me and you played Worthington. I think you knew what he was looking for." Kevin cracked him in the chin and forced him back into his own place.
Jip firmly grabbed Kevin's shoulders to hold him into place. "You desired to know where the Mistress Satana was and an introduction. Nothing more, nothing less. It's exactly what I gave you."
"No, he came here for a solution, and you fed him to that hellbitch. She told us about your little arrangement." Kevin snarled and shoved him back. "So I want what you took from him. Give it over now, and my friend here doesn't need to get involved."
"Once given I cannot give it back." Jip objected, his hands tightening on Kevin's shoulders. "The deal was sealed fair and square. My role in this ends after that. Your companion made a choice and now he needs to bear the consequences of that choice."
"Oh, buddy." Gabriel let out a long, over-the-top sigh. "Do you want me to make a speed bag out of your stomach? Or your face?" He used his super speed to shove Jip off of Kevin, then zipped around to the man's other side. "Because I will."
Jip coughed once as the breath was knocked out of him. "Are you sure you have nothing you want, young man? Because I would love to have just a drop..." He held up one finger to illustrate: "... one drop of your life force. Maybe a trade to help your friend?"
"I—" Gabriel, usually quick to retort, hesitated for a second. It wasn't the worst offer he'd heard, all things considered. Lord knew there were plenty of things he'd have been willing to give up a little life for.
"No trades." Kevin pulled his gun and without hesitation put a bullet through Jip's right knee. The man screeched in pain as Kevin shot him again, this time through the other knee. He caught him by the collar before he could collapse. "Alright, you little fuck, here's the deal I'm going to offer. This young man in Antonio Scarlotti's nephew. Favourite nephew. The Don has a foundry down in Jersey. So, the deal is if you don't give me what you took from Warren and then fuck off out of town forever, we're going to drive you down to his uncle's place and toss you in the furnace. I know you've likely got decades, if not centuries hidden away. How long do you think that will last as you keep getting atomized over and over at 900 degree heat in a vat of metal. Italo," Kevin's smile was sinister, especially with the blood flecks on his face. "How long do you think it takes for his stockpile to run out? Like... long enough to go and get a sub at Demetri's while we wait?"
It took Gabriel a split-second to wipe the shock caused by the gunshots off his face, but only a fraction of that to catch on to Kevin's story. "Oh, sure," he waved a hand. "Might even have time for an espresso and a cannoli after." He looked down at Jip, the contempt restored in his expression. "You know, the old ways are dying, Starbucks and all that. It's really a shame."
It hurt like a bitch... that was true. But this was not the first time for him to get shot, so while he writhed in pain he focused. A small patch of skin so black it was blue vanished from his left hand as the wounds started to heal. A swift motion of his right hand had a tiny razorsharp blade drop down in his hand. Still writhing he lashed out at the one with the tasty life force and slashed his leg. Immediately he pushed on the wound, letting the blood touch his hand palm. Absorbing life force was rough... so rough this way, but he had no choice.
The bullet went through the back of his head immediately. As his body dropped, Kevin emptied the clip into him, kicking away the hand trying to grab Gabe. Even after his head split open, Sydney continued to cuff the man, hauling his corpse on to the table.
"This fuck will be back in a moment. How's the leg?"
"Bleeding," Gabriel looked down at the gash. The cut hurt like a bitch, and he was pretty sure he'd let out some kind of noise when Jip touched him. "But I'll live. Though I guess I'm a few seconds closer to death." A loaded joke for him to make if ever there was one, but Gabriel didn't feel any different, so whatever.
He limped toward Kevin, wincing as he approached the table. "Fucker ruined my jeans."
"When he wakes up, do you want to shoot him a couple of times? It's vaguely cathartic."
"I'm good," Gabriel said dryly. "Can't believe I actually missed this," he muttered, looking from Sydney to his leg to Jip. "Can we get outta here?"
"No. We need what Jip took from Worthington." There was a gasp on the table and Kevin looked back down at Jip. "Oh, someone burned some years of life to come back. What's it going to be, Jip? The foundry or Warren's contribution?"
"What was freely given, cannot be returned." He looked a lot less impressive with his hair matted with blood though and there was a slight shake to his voice.
“What about the things that were violently stolen?” Gabriel asked, unable to help sounding a little bitter. The blood had formed a patch on his pants. “This is boring,” he said to Kevin. “Maybe you should shoot him again.”
The bullet went through Jip's stomach. "You have no cards to play. Give it up or be eliminated permanently. Come on, Jip. You're a dinosaur like me. Survival is the only instinct you have left."
From the wound on his belly a crystalline blue substance started to well up. "Take it before the wound closes and leave." Jip commented dryly.
"Not really what I was expecting." Gabriel reached into his pocket and pulled out the container he'd thought to bring. "Here." He tossed it to Kevin. "I've got literal blood on my hands, and I'm not getting any closer to this prick."
"Can't blame you." Kevin scooped it up and it hardened into a crystal once inside the specimen container. "As for you, Jip, you're officially out of business in New York. If you're not well out of town in three days, I'm coming back for you and locking you in that foundry until the last second you've taken burns up with you." He said, shooting him behind the eyes when he finished. "No sense letting him warn the Hellbitch we're coming."
Gabriel made a noise of assent as he looked down at Jip. A sigh escaped him before he realized it. "Worthington hardly seems worth it." He raised his glance to Kevin. "Come on. Let's get to steppin'."
