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Log 2111
Date of Scene: 21 August 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Fox




Fox has posed:
    Ilija Babic had been bad news before Yugoslavia went and shot itself in the head, and well afterwards this one time prison warden went on something of a spree. Not that there was any shortage of evil done during the dissolution of Yugoslavia, but Babic and his goons? They hogtied people, stung them up and then started fires beneath them. Enough to kill, enough to make it as painful and terrible as possible. Not enough heat to burn, leaving the cooked victim to hang for all to see for weeks. He was towards the end of things, in charge of the "Department of Uniforms". Which was what you called your money laundering operations, trust me the joke plays better in the mother tongue.

    This is all water under the bridge these days, or rather it would be if Babic and his boys hadn't saw fit to hang a man from a lamp post and light a fire under him. The price for asking about the millions Babic and his boys fled Yugoslavia with, it would seem. Now well, theres a new plan. They need to get out of town, out of America and when you're moving that much cash and something like twenty men and their new families? These things take time to put together, and so they're holed up currently in a warehouse. This tangle of ancient brick and pig iron built before the great war, and it's not a terrible spot if we're honest. Two entry points on the ground, rooftop access. You'd have to know what you're looking for to find it.

    Fox knows what she's looking for of course, because she's the one that set this ball in motion. She hadn't anticipated they'd burn a man alive, but well criminals doing criminal shit to other criminals? Fuck those guys. She moves silently, making her way up that ancient brick before finally cresting the roofline. A slow steady exhale and a pause, as she catches her breath.

    She sweeps a gloved hand across, swinging that slung carbine behind her hip before moving foreward. Theres a pause as she nears that sniper, waiting for him to set the rifle down against a chimney before she moves. Sweeping her arms around his neck and rolling his neck in just the perfect direction, with just enough strength. That done he hits the roof as dead weight, and his friends downstairs? None the wiser, but now? The Fox is here, and only 19 souls remain in her way.