by The Kingpin » Fri May 23, 2008 1:01 am
Gaara continued down the path for several minutes, finally reaching a large metal door, sealed by a valve, though the valve wheen had been destroyed and the door was effectively unopenable from this side. Gaara looked back at the others for a moment, before looking at the door, crossing his arms. "BLOCK IT! BLOCK IT! they're coming! they're coming!" yelled a voice on the other side...
"God damn those brats! they just don't seem to quit! they slaughtered the men on the top floor. all we have left is what's in here!" said a man to another, who was sitting in a chair, drenched in shadows and barely visible. "Leave them to me. you just get the gear moved and out of here" responded the man. "But sir! they're too-!" the man started as the boss raised a hand, silencing him. "would you rather report to Mr. Valentino that our shipment is lost because of a bunch of kids?!" said the man. "no sir! it's just that-" the subordinate started again. "In that case stop trying to argue and get the gear moving! now! if The Kingpin doesn't get what he wants, we end up with half of the Organisation on our asses! get me?!" said the boss, the man nodding silently and rushing out, moving the workers at twice the speed to get everything loaded up and sent before Gaara and the other two arrive. "Now...how best to handle this..." mused the boss as he walked around in his dark office. looking at numerous sets of metallic gloves on the wall. "Aaaah, perfect. this will do perfectly". he walked up to one case, punching in a combination into a keypad next to it, opening it, taking a silvery pair of gloves and wearing them, putting them under his sleeves. a boom was heard, followed by the loud, heavy clanking of a large metal object being dropped from a height. the troublemakers had arrived...
Gaara walked into the large, empty room, sand swirling and twisting as it re-entered the Gourd. just up ahead a large gateway, possibly as big as the warehouse above, sealed itself, everything in this room being messily dumped, all sorts of gear lying around, but not a single crate. there was a stairwell to the right that undoubtedly led to the next area. Gaara headed towards it, rushing to catch them. he needed answers...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG