11966/Meeting of (Criminal) minds

Meeting of (Criminal) minds
Date of Scene:	10 August 2020
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Berri runs into Bullseye
Cast of Characters:	Berri Sundae, Bullseye

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Berri Sundae has posed:
There was often the question, how some 'Villains' and 'Masterminds' managed to find people for their deeds, criminals willing to steal, intimidate or even kill for them...and the answer was generally pretty simple. More often than not it boiled down to money. But when the jobs were done and bank accounts a little fatter, what exactly did people -do- with that money? That tended to vary a little more. Many blew it on drugs, luxury and company. A few 'smart' types retired, swearing never to cross the law or its many heroes again and others? Well, they knew quite well that they'd be undertaking more mischief later, and thus they needed to do a little shopping.

Berri wasn't above using a little for enjoying herself of course, a visit to a Spa here, a nice meal there and a nice hotel room....but there were always safehouses to stock and inventory to acquire to keep whatever 'muscle' she might rope in well-equiped. For that, she'd gone out to the 'Night Market' this evening. The name was ambitious of course, a dive bar where space had been cleared and a few of the local 'fixers' were showcasing some of their merchandise from illegal firearms, to explosives to power drills and cellphone jammers. Amidst the crowd of patrons tonight, the young woman certainly stood out.

Youthful, dressed in her 'icecream' colors and with that two-tone hair of brunette and bright pink, she didn't exactly scream 'normal' criminal.

Bullseye has posed:
    The typical sights and sounds of the city's biggest bottom-feeders were in full-effect tonight. The clinks of shot glasses, the wafts of cigar smoke floating in the air, every expletive you've heard (and some you haven't) filling the room. For those not in the criminal know, the sheer amount of red flags would have any normal citizen shuffling in a hurry towards the door. But tonight's cast of scummy ne'er-do-wells was about to get scummier.

    Shoving the door open, a man in a black, fitted leather jacket and brown cargo pants enters, causing the entire front area of the bar to quickly come to a hush. Entering the "Night Market" was a man who hasn't shown his grizzled, pock-marked face here in almost two years, a man whose reputation was as infamous as his all-too-familiar sneer. He acknowledges the sudden attention with a quiet scoff, dozens of nervous eyes taking notice, as he slowly makes his way towards the back.

    This isn't just some common thug, or contract killer. This is THE killer. And he's back.

Berri Sundae has posed:
Berri wasn't drinking, nor was she smoking. Hell, she barely looked old enough to be in here, but amidst all the crimes recorded by the customers being under 21 in a bar wasn't exactly going to hit the top of the list. Her parasol was folded, resting against her leg like a cane while she leaned over a table of gear that still bore some of the tags from the evidence lockup it had clearly been lifted from. Firearms weren't really Berri's thing, but curiousity was curiousity.

She 'felt' it before she saw it, that change in the surface 'feel' of thoughts in those around her. Digging into the minds of a crowd like this was repulsive, but concern and caution, not to mention outright fear always rose to the top.

Turning her head, the girl stands, glancing over her shoulder and taking in the sight of the killer. She'd taken work from the Kingpin among others, odds are she knew the name even if he'd not heard hers...but she'd not met Bullseye in person till now.

How curious...

Bullseye has posed:
    The sneer on Bullseye's face subsides as he makes a purposeful bee-line towards one of the black market merchants whose eyes go wide as the mercenary comes into focus. The merchant --- a portly, middle-aged Italian man in a black coat --- instinctively puts his hands up, stammering as Bullseye points a finger in his direction. "You think I wouldn't find you, you fat fuck?"

    "Hey, look, Bullseye," Vinny replies, visibly panicked, "I didn't know it was Fisk, alright? I didn't know!"

    The assassin narrows his eyes, leaning over the edge of the table and widens his stance. The look on his face is one of disbelief. "And then you got the fuckin' balls to say his name? You fuckin' kidding me?" He shoots a quick glance at Berri, quickly flicking a hand out to reveal a trio of playing cards. "You," he says to her in his gruff timbre, "Pick a card."

Berri Sundae has posed:
Her form turns fully now, the girl in white with the parasol raising an eyebrow silently. The panic was tangible, the faux pas of outing Fisk was simply idiotic, but the reaction brought out by the newcommer had the corner of the silent girl's lips quirked up in a smile. Where there were likely others recoiling or making space, the girl with the pink hair and mismatched eyes shrugs her shoulders. She -could- attempt to read the man, see just what he had in store...

But where's the fun in that?

One gloved hand comes up, idly pointing to the leftmost of the three offered her way.

Bullseye has posed:
    With the turn of his hand, the man snickers, revealing the chosen card to be a joker card. "How rich," he says to Berri --- a devilish smirk curling up at one end of his mouth. He pockets the other cards, and holds the joker up at eye level, immediately causing several of the patrons and merchants nearby to back up, if not completely get out of dodge.

    "They say if you can see something, then you can kill it, Vinny," the man in black says matter-of-factly, taking a few steps away from the table. "And from where I am? I can see everything."

    His throwing motion is practically a blur. Those in the bar who decided to stay do their best not to gasp. And to the sound of "Only You" by the Platters buzzing over the jukebox, the sound of gurgling can be heard from a man with a playing card half-way embedded into his throat.

    Bullseye adjusts his coat, taking a moment to admire his handiwork as a desperate and dying Vinny backs up into the wall, clutching his neck and gasping for air. "Good pick, kid," Bullseye says, turning to Berri. "You want a drink? All of a sudden, I'm free."

Berri Sundae has posed:
Impressive. Even with her training, all the League of Assassins had conveyed and time with the others she'd experienced, to kill someone with a playing card wasn't exactly easy. Unless they concealed a metal spine and edging in them anyway, but it would still be quite the throw! She moves, turning back to the table and pointing at a particuler item, a small folding knife that could easily be concealed in a pocket or a boot, then herself. She'd be back for it later, but there was no rush for the moment.

Back to the man addressing her? There's a shrug from the 'icecream' criminal, a tilt of her head and a gesture towards the bar. Why not? She was in no hurry. No verbal acceptance was given, but apparently she understood, meaning the girl could -probably- hear him, right?

Bullseye has posed:
    The man in black casually heads over to the bar, not bothering to be even slightly chivalrous, here, by looking back and having her go first. Manners were for punks, anyway. He reaches into a pocket on the inside of his jacket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, tossing them onto the bar in front of him before hopping onto a stool.

    The bartender grabs a bottle of Jameson and pours a double, straight-up, sliding it over --- clearly the man's poison of choice. In return, Bullseye nods, soon turning his head over to the ice cream criminal. "And whatever she wants." He pulls a cigarette out from the box in front of him and lights up, taking a hard drag before addressing the young woman.

    "You didn't flinch back there. Not even a bit. You workin' or what?"