NSWRPF Archive Hitman: The RPG

OOC: You're killing off Jessica Alba?

I just wanted to pop in and say that.

 

OOC: I'll post the actual mission beginning later.

IC: Garret Hill
Agency HQ, Brooklyn

Garret smiled at Amy and her look of embarrassment. It occurred to him that he must be handsome. That was a weapon in itself. Amy spoke too him.

"Garret, don't look at me like that. That's something my lovers do and you're not my lover, are you??

Garret was still in a good mod from her look and he smiled again at her.

?I wouldn?t dare.?

Nearly immediately after the short exchange, Glacier walked into the large room. Amy surprised him by leaning against him, but Garret didn?t contemplate what it meant for too long. he was anxious to have something to do. His mysterious life had been quiet for too long. It had truly only been four days since he had gotten back, but he liked to always be on a mission. Team or not, he enjoyed the suspense.

Garret tuned out what Glacier was saying to Whisper and then paid tentative attention to what he told him.

"Suicide, your target is the Democratic Senator of Nevada, Nigel Taylor. Apparently he has decided to run for president, and a Republican candidate isn't happy, so he has hired us to assassinate him. Mister Taylor will be having dinner with the mayor of Las Vegas and his family in a suite at the Greenwood Casino. That is where you will make your move.?

Garret stopped listening after this and began thinking of possible scenarios. He stopped himself and willed to do it when he arrived at the hotel. He was still lost in thought when he noticed Amy?s warmth leave his shoulder. He started to listen again. She was starting to get jittery as he noticed she did before going to kill someone. It amused him to no end and for the third time that day he smiled.

"Garret, hun, you're going to Las Vegas and you get to take out a potential president candidate. Excited??

Garret was. He was extremely excited. He had recently wanted to do something like this. It was all good and well killing criminals and doing a civil service, but it would feel good to get back to his criminal roots.

?Oh yeah, I am really excited. Have fun, Amy.?

Garret smiled and winked at the beautiful woman and then left the HQ to get things started.

Tag: Heir, Everyone, Reynar

 

IC: Codename Lobo
Tijuana, Baja California

Lobo hated these kinds of missions. As a matter of fact, he hated them a lot. In his early days as a hitman, he couldn't even bring himself to complete an assassination of a woman. It was still difficult for him, but he learned to shield that fact. And now, he would have to do it again. And this time, he had to kill a beautiful woman. He didn't like that.

After picking up everything that would be necessary for his assignment at the Agency's pick-up point, Lobo got into his car for the mission, a silver Chevy Camaro, and headed towards the Case Ole restaurant. He'd heard good things about the food there, but he wasn't going there to eat, unfortunately. Even though he did have a craving for beef enchiladas.

He parked his car about a block from the restaurant, and began to walk towards it. The sky was dark, the stars were out, there was a beautiful full moon, and the streets were desserted. He came closer to the restaurant, and prepared himself for the kill. He had a specific method in mind, and he hoped that everything would transpire as he planned.

Tag: Reynar_Tedros

 

Madam 7
-Kansas City, Missouri

As soon as she was on a mission, Amy Pierce no longer existed, she was now Madam 7. It was as if she was transforming into something better.

But now the only thing on her mind was Shalonda Butler. The woman was currently residing with her mother, but that didn't mean that Madam had to kill the woman's mother. There was a difference between silencing someone who you were ordered to kill and just slaughtering people. Of course she couldn't be responsible if the old woman tried to stop her, then it was all fair game.

Hopefully, this would be challenging. She really hated women who did nothing to fight back against her. It made them seem so much weaker than men. She finished shining the pistol and stared at it before starting up her car and driving off.

First she would have to check the police stations to find out if anything had been reported. The objective was to silence the woman before she reported it to the police. The mission would already be a failure if she had already told them.

Tag: Reynar

 

Theron

Tokyo, Japan

"Alright, Snake," Glacier spoke to the first hitman that was ready to proceed with the hit. "The convention where Motomitsu will be found begins in approximately one hour. Most attendants arrive to the convention early, so it is in your best interest to head there as soon as possible."

Tag: Snake Doctor

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[b]Sentinel-825[/b]

[i]Tijuana, Baja California[/i]

Behind the Case Olé restaurant, a short bus boy walked outside with a bag of trash in his hand and humming the tune to a Shakira song. He appeared unaware of his surroundings, but that may soon be proven to be a fatal mistake.

[b]Tag: Lobo[/b]

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[b]Heir-to-the-Empire[/b]

[i]Kansas City, Missouri[/i]

"I'm going to the police station, Ma, I don't know when I will be back," Shalonda called into the house as she walked out of the front door and down the wooden porch steps. She entered her blue Honda Civic and activated the ignition, and then pulled out of the driveway, ready to give the police the information that she knew.

[b]Tag: Madam 7[/b]

 

GM APPROVED
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Real Name: Alejandro "Alex" Salvatierra
Codename: Black Panther
Age: 38 (September 16, 1968 )
Gender: Male
Appearance: [image=http://www.albertos.com/bands/MarcAnthony/ma.30x2.gif]
Personality: Being a celebrity, he likes to keep EVERYTHING about him low profile, and gets annoyed with fanboy/girl recognition.
-Likes: His 1 month old child, his job (hitman)
-Dislikes: His wife, his OTHER job (singing)
Arsenal: Gold Mangnum (silenced), Fiber Wire, Anasthetic (injection), scalpel
Short Bio: Aged 38 years, Alex is a popular recording artist. Although it makes him rich, he was dissatisfied with his career. Liking the adrenaline the profession brought, he joined the Agency. He is a ruthless killer when on a mission, enjoying the bloodlust

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IC: [b]As Black Panther[/b]
[i]Estate/Agency HQ[/i]
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*BEEP!* ringed from the cellphone, as it recieved a text message. Hearing it from his room, [b]Alejandro Salvatierra[/b] went to inspect it. He flipped it open to reveal the message...

...after taking a quick, cursory look at it, he already knew who it was. He smiled, and looked at the time....

...easy to say, the smile turned into a frown when he saw the position of the hands.

He was late! He had to get going.

He quickly dashed upstairs into the baby's crib...yes, he was safe and sound..and most importantly there. He walked up to it.

[i]"Buenas noches, mi amor..."[/i] he whispered, and kissed the baby's forehead. Then he went into his room...to his artillery.

He got everything ready. His magnum, it's gold hue the only mention of his payroll, his anasthetic....everything was in check. He descended upon the stairs, where the maid was waiting with the limo in the front door.

[i]"Señor, dónde vas?"[/i] the maid asked, Alex taking a note of the concern tinted in her voice. Who wouldn't, bing he went to something unknown to hours on end? His wife didn't mind. She didn't care much for him or the child...and he never really loved her, tell the truth.

[i]"Negocios. Cuidado con el bebé,"[/i] Alex ordered, getting into the limo. He drove it himself for obvious reasons, despite the problems that would arise in traffic....

..especially bad now that he was late for the briefing.

Finally arriving to the warehouse, he cleared his mind of thoughts at the door. He looked straight ahead, no emotion on his face.

He was here for the briefing, and that was what he would get.

"Please excuse my tardiness," Alex, now the [b]Black Panther[/b], said, giving a curt nod to the man present...[b]Glacier[/b].
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TAG: [b]Glacier[/b], any present

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OOC: I just want to know...is translation necessary? [face_happy]

 

OOC: You can speak Spanish with NPCs, but please use English when speaking with other players to prevent confusion.

 

IC: Dove
The Agency HQ

A nod and a single glance at the folder was all Glacier got as a response. The Mexican beauty had taken her cell phone out and was in the far corner of the room, calling home.

?Bueno? Diego! Qué haces despierto amor?? she leant against a wall and studied her target?s face. ?Mira, tengo que salir hoy? voy a hablar hon la abuela para que te cuide, ok? Si, esta bien, amor ahi quedate. Yo tambien te amo, bye?

The next call was a quick chat with her mother. After being reminded her sister would kill her for leaving her nephew alone, she simply thanked her mother and turned to Glaciar.

?It will be done soon, sir? she smiled briefly and started her way outside.

?Buenas noches, Alejandro? suerte? she greeted the Hispanic man and made her way to the car.

Within three hours, Renata had gone home, packed what she needed, dropped her nephew at her mother?s and now sat calmly in the airport. She had paid for a first class one-way ticket to L.A, and was now reading a book, coffee in hand. Her plain didn?t leave for another hour and a half.

Tag: Anyone

 

IC: Codename Lobo
Tijuana, Baja California

Lobo watched from a hidden spot as the bus boy hummed and threw the smelly (he could tell because the man was inhaling through his mouth and exhaling with his nose) trash bag into the dumpster. He silently cursed, as he knew that the bus boy's clothes would not fit on him, and there probably wasn't going to be another opportunity like this for a while. Therefore, it was time for Plan B.

Walking around to the front of the restaurant, Lobo entered the main doors and headed to the men's restroom. There, he would wait.

Tag: Reynar_Tedros

 

OOC: Vacation dragged a bit - post up tomorrow at the latest.

 

Whisper

Whisper, for that was who he became on a contract, strode swiftly to his jet. He gave the pilot instructions on where they were going. The man nodded his understanding, and withing moments the jet was taxiing for departure.

Whisper declined the offer of food or drink from his stewardesses. He had two of them, and though night after night the duo enticed him with their bodies, he'd never once given in. The thought of it made him ill - beautiful they were, he knew the merely wanted to blackmail him. He'd need to work on that.

Hours later, the plane landed. Whisper stepped off the final step onto the tarmac, and into the waiting car. He took the driver's seat, as this was a mission. No need for his employees to be in the know.

Twenty minutes later he was at the park. He hoped his target hadn't moved on. That would be unacceptable. He kept his eyes peeled for the sleazy man.

Tag: Reynar

 

DarthSubZero

Agency HQ

Glacier returned the curt nod to Black Panther. "Do not let it happen again," he said stoically. "Your destination is Miami, Florida, where you will be set to eliminate a former drug dealer responsible for the death of our client's older brother. Our intelligence says that he will be meeting his wife's sister privately at the Holiday Inn, about ten miles from his home. This is the best chance for you to make the hit."

Tag: Codename Black Panther

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[b]MoonlightsAngel[/b]

An hour and a half later, Dove's plane was called, which meant that she and her fellow fliers were ready to board. A loving couple walked ahead of her, and a uniformed man stood behind the podium checking everyone's tickets and wishing them a safe and enjoyable flight.

[b]Tag: Codename Dove[/b]

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[b]Sentinel-825[/b]

A tall white waiter entered the men's restrooms, and he conveniently was almost identical to Lobo in size. Unaware of the hitman's presence in the room, he headed towards the back stall, unzipping his pants as he went.

[b]Tag: Codename Lobo[/b]

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[b]Penguinator-176[/b]

"I love you, dear," Solomon said as he planted a kiss on his wife's lips. The two sat down on a bench and held hands, gazing at the setting sun. The only other visitor to the park was a woman jogging around a concrete path with her golden retriever.

[b]Tag: Codename Whisper[/b]

[b][u]**Target Files**[/u][/b]

[b]Black Panther[/b]

Name: Saul Northey
Birthdate: May 6, 1961
Birthplace: Lexington, Kentucky
Current Residence: Miami, Florida
Appearance: [image=http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/3957/hitmantarget8dw2.jpg]
Location at time of hit: Holiday Inn, Miami

 

IC: as Black Panther
Agency HQ

Black Panther nodded, and took a quick scan at the file before him, memorizing everything.

"Saul Northey..Holiday Inn, Miami Florida.." he repeated to himself. He then closed the file, getting everything he needed to know.

"Consider him dead..." he silently said, and he soon began to take his leave.

He then decided to call his agent. To tell him he would be.....busy.

"Sorry, Mike. I won't be able to make it to the studio today, probably not even tommorow either," Alex ended it at that, after angry tirades from said agent, even calling him a lazy bum. He yearned to kill him, probably even for free, too.

Finally arriving to the airport, The Panther stepped to the entrance, expecting the usual fanfare and papparazzi.


TAG: Reynar, any

 

IC: Suicide
Las Vegas, Nevada

Suicide stepped out his black car into the heat of Las Vegas. He shut the door and walked around to the trunk. Opening it up, he glanced to his left. He noticed a security camera. Suicide grabbed the bag and shut the trunk, he flipped his keys to the valet and walked to the edge of the wall where the single camera was. He walked to the door directly under the CTV. Suicide gripped his bag tighter and entered the hotel. He stood stock still in the lobby, apparently soaking in the sight of the hotel. Truthfully he was looking for a cover.

After a moment of looking, Garret found a maintenance officer leaving the building. Suicide pretended to check his pockets then proceeded after him. He made sure to avoid the camera and exited the building. Still carrying his bag, Garret walked around the building after the man. He caught him next to a group of bushes and walked behind him. Garret pulled a syringe of sedative out of his jacket and stabbed the man in the neck. He put a hand over his mouth and dragged him into the bushes.

Garret emerged from the bushes dressed as the maintenance worker with a black bag. He walked back to the entrance of the hotel and avoiding the camera he walked through the doors. Suicide walked found a staff only door and using a key card the man had had on him, Garret entered a hallway. He walked down it and into a large room with a coke machine and a table and chairs. He noticed another door in this room and found that it was storage closet. Inside the closet was a large paneling.

Suicide walked back into the large room with the chairs and sat down in one. He stared at the door waiting for a room service man to enter.

Tag: Reynar

 

IC: Codename Lobo
Casa Ole Restaurant, Tijuana, Baja California

Before the restaurant's waiter could relieve himself in the bathroom, Lobo crept up behind him, pulling out and tightening his fiber wire as he did so. He noticed the white man stop in his tracks, and Lobo followed suit, worried that he had blown his cover.

ACHOO! the waiter sneezed, and wiped his nose with a handkerchief. Before he could put the cloth away, however, Lobo had wrapped the fiber wire tightly around the man's neck and pulled hard. The waiter struggled, kicking his legs this way and than but finding no traction beneath his descending body. Finally, the struggling stopped, and Lobo removed the wire.

After changing into the waiter's clothes, which fit him well, Lobo set the man's body on the toilet and walked out of the stall, closing the door behind him. He wondered if anyone in the restaurant, particularly the other waiters and chefs, would notice someone they surely didn't recognize. It was a risk he'd have to take, for there was no other way.

Heading out of the bathroom, Lobo calmly walked to the kitchen to take the next order, and spotted the table where Arlene was seated amongst her friends.

Perfect.

Tag: Reynar_Tedros

 

Whisper
The Park

There he was...and there was a woman involved. That made Whisper's job a bit harder. The car was parked, and he had a clear line of sight to the man. The woman forced him to rule out a rifle, and he'd need to wait until the man was on his own to use the knife.

He stepped out of his car, checked the boot to see what gear he had stored...not much, his pistol, a knife...and garrote wire. This would be quite the challenge.

Already was an idea forming in his mind. He'd need to be convincing for it, and it would require that his car take some damage. Damn. He'd need to think on that. Should he slash the tires? Or just deflate them? Either way worked, and he hoped that he could convince the lawyer to come to his aid. After that, it was really just a question of making it look right.

Would the woman need to die, too? He'd figure it out as he worked on it; the details now would only stress him later.

Closing the trunk after removing the wire, knife, and slipping his pistol into his jacket, he knelt by the rear right tire. He slipped off the cap and pinched it, waiting for three minutes as air rushed out. When it felt just right, Whisper put the cap back on the nozzle, stood, and walked into the park, feigning frustration. The target was in front of him now, back to him - he could end it here, could be up front and fast and then flee when it was over...maybe he still had time to do it.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm so very sorry to trouble you on this fine day, but my tire's gone flat, and I was wondering if you could lend a hand?" asked Whisper, mock worry and need on his face. Still time to end it if things go wrong, but that left the car in his name parked a crime scene - this would take skill, certainly, and tact.

Tag: Reynar

 

DarthSubZero

Airport

When Black Panther entered the airport, the area was pretty much deserters save for a few fliers here and there scrambling to get to their planes on time, not having the time to notice that a star had just walked in.

Black Panther's plane would be departing in ten minutes, and from the looks of things, there weren't going to be very many passengers.

Tag: Codename Black Panther

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[b]NickLitYouAFlame[/b]

[i]Las Vegas[/i]

A muffled voice could be heard on the other side of the door, and soon after, the door opened and a tall, aging service man entered the room. He spotted Suicide, and smiled a toothy and slightly crooked grin. "Hello there," he said. "Having a nice evening?"

[b]Tag: Codename Suicide[/b]

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[b]Sentinel-825[/b]

[i]Case Olé[/i]

"You!" barked a short, Hispanic man with a mustache almost as big as his own round face and wearing chef garments. He pointed directly at Lobo just as he entered the kitchen. "Get those drinks to Arlene Perez's table!" His accent was heavy, and he pointed to a tray with several drinks on top of it. "¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!"

[b]Tag: Codename Lobo[/b]

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[b]Penguinator-176[/b]

[i]The Park[/i]

Solomon looked at the man with question, and felt his wife grip his hand a bit tighter. He was a lawyer, and he could tell when people weren't being truthful. He had a feeling that this man genuinely needed help, but with the spike in crime ratings, he couldn't risk it.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you," he said, standing up from the bench with his wife. "I'm sorry." The couple began to walk away.

[b]Tag: Codename Whisper[/b]

 

IC: Codename Lobo
Casa Ole Restaurant, Tijuana, Baja California

Lobo was taken aback at the stout man's quick personality, but he supposed that all head chefs were that way. Well, at least in the movies that he'd seen involving them.

The hitman walked over to the drinks and stood in front of them, blocking them from the view of the rest of the kitchen. Turning around casually, he saw that all the chefs and waiters were hard at work, and had no time to see what each other was doing. Reaching into his pocket, Lobo pulled out a small bottle of poison and poured a bit in to the water. All the other drinks had high amounts of calories, and he knew that Arlene had to keep her figure.

Putting the bottle back into his pocket, Lobo picked up the drinks and headed towards Arlene's easily distinguishable table (there were red and green balloons tied onto the back of each chair). He served everyone their drinks, and set down the water in front of Arlene, not being able to resist taking a glimpse at her chest.

After receiving a few "Thank you"s and a couple "Gracias"s, Lobo walked straight out the front door of the restaurant, watching Arlene gulp down her water.

Tag: Reynar_Tedros

 

IC: Suicide
Las Vegas, Nevada

Suicide smiled at the hapless waiter. He reached into his shirt as the man turned away. In his hands was a sweet metallic beauty.

?Now I am.?

The waiter turned around and gasped. He was frozen with fear. With nearly no sound four bullets hit the man in the chest. Suicide put his silenced pistol back in his shirt. Suicide stood up and walked over to the falling man. He grasped his arm and swung him over his shoulder. Suicide whistled softly as he carried the dead man to the closet. Once inside he swapped clothes and moved his gun into the new suit. Suicide dumped the body into the vent and left the closet.

He picked up his case and then left the room. Outside he found a rolling serving tray. Suicide smiled. The tray had a white sheet covering it. Suicide put his equipment case on the bottom shelf of the tray and draped the sheet over the sides. With creaking wheels he rolled away. On the way to suite 106, he met no one and no resistance. When he got to the room he glanced around and knocked on the door. He waited a few seconds and knocked again. When no response came, Suicide used the master key he had found on the server to enter the room.

He glanced around and checked the bathroom door. No one was in there so he wheeled the cart into the room. He opened it to make sure that the cover-up equipment for the kill was in there and then closed it again. He left the cart in the middle of the room and went into the bathroom. He opened the cabinet and found medication in there and smiled. Then he pulled his pistol out and waited.

Tag: Reynar

 

IC: as Black Panther
Airport/Miami

Alex smiled as the seemingly empty airport. No fanfare, for once.

Now to catch his flight, which was departing in ten minutes.

He eventually made it on time...when he was inside, he noted not many passengers were taking to the sky.

He must be having a lucky day, for none of the seemed to notice him.

On the flight, he took the time to study his target in the case file.

Finally, the flight reached the destination....Miami, Florida. The file said he was staying in a Holiday Inn in the vicinity.

He reached the safehouse, and got what he needed. He put the device in his ear for instructions...

...he took a taxi to the hotel...and to his target.


TAG: Reynar

OOC: Kinda lackluster, I know. But moving can do terrible things to a roleplayer.

 

Whisper

Damned fool, this'll only make it easier for me. Whisper took out his phone, dialed for the operator. In moments he was connected with a reputable towing service, and they told him he could pick up his car in two hours, once they'd gotten the tires replaced.

The German was thankful that money bought privacy; the fewer ends to tie up, the better. He set off, following the man and wife. Footsteps as efficient as an ant's, Whisper put some distance between himself and his old position.

As he put the ethics out of his mind, the old soldier returned. He moved steadily to the left of the couple, into the trees. His steps were silent, and he took up a position, checked that he was in the clear. The gun came out, and he held it like an old love, savouring the rush of adrenaline as he took aim.

With a deep, calm breath, he pulled the trigger.

A single shot, to the heart. Whisper watched as the man sagged, dropping to his knees, his wife confused, worried, then panicked, then completely gone from reality, screaming in fear, sadness, wracked with grief and terror. Whisper knew he had to move away, but as he saw the scene unfold, he felt emotion rush back to him.

He suddenly felt thankful for his love, his Genevieve. As the lawyer's breath grew ragged, his love held him, and talked to him. What few people were in the park were gathering around, one with a phone to his ear - the ambulance.

Whisper knew the man would die. Everyone knew it, but they hadn't accepted it yet. There would be no recovery, no miracle. But he had given the man a good death, next to his wife. Next to the one he loved.

By the time the paramedics arrived, the man was on his last few breaths. And Whisper was gone, out from the park and into the bustle of the city, losing himself in thoughts and amongst the world.

Tag: Reynar

 

GM APPROVED

Real Name: Jean-Marc Navarre
Codename: Romeo
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jean-Marc is a tall, slender man with a graceful, athletic build perfectly suited for stealth and agility. He's exceedingly handsome, with long, wavy black hair, green eyes, and a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee.
Personality: Jean-Marc is the arrogant, self-assured, suave-and-sophisticated type. He is a hedonist in most senses of the word. He prefers rich, attractive female targets because he enjoys charming his way into their hearts before he makes the hit.
-Likes: Fine wine, beautiful women, living the high life, soccer, the music of Hector Berlioz.
-Dislikes: Rudeness, lazy people, most forms of modern music, bad wine, the English language (the fact that it's a job requirement greatly annoys him).
Arsenal: Chinese Type 67 suppressed pistol, garrote, Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, and a tasteless, odorless poison that he slips into glasses of wine (used exclusively with female targets).
Short Bio: Not much is known about Jean-Marc's past. He's believed to have been born and raised in the Paris metropolitan area, and served in the French Foreign Legion for a few years. After that, he supposedly worked as a clandestine operative in France's external security agency before disappearing for a while. He reemerged a few months ago working as a hitman, and quickly attracted the attention of the Agency.