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| Log 2891 | |
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| Date of Scene: | 18 October 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Fox
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- Fox has posed:
Everything, was finally coming together. There was one man in particular, one who seemed to be connected to everything Fox had done. Max Jarret Jr, 45, born in Queens NY. On paper he was a night club owner, but he'd been linked to everything from murder to burglarly over the last thirty or so years. He'd never been convicted, but he was tied in with everyone. A search of the Fox's last hit, turned up Bill Schwartz. Bill's house was by contrast, a wealth of evidence. There was a network here, one built on an old neighborhood gang. They'd spent years as bank robbers primarily, to finance their entrance into the drug world. Now they had a network of suppliers, fixers, cooks and of course a network of nightclubs operated by the group to move their product.
Jarret was the last man standing, and after being denied a visa from England? Well he was apparently on the run from everyone involved. The last stone unturned then, "Le chat noir". A nightclub he owned, which like every other night was packed with kids drinking in a mixture of booze, music and meth. A fine bit of armor to hide behind, bunkered down in the manager's office. Nobody would raid a nightclub, right?
- Fox has posed:
The club is packed, and there are bouncers which appear to be armed but for the most part? Eight or nine bouncers situated primarily around the perimeter, with a pair of them beside the door leading into the back offices. The place looks like it's well over it's occupancy limit, and theres more than a little drug trade going on in here by the smell of things alone.
Fox isn't going to let some jackass hide behind a thousand weak willed youths of course, she's never let anything stop her before to begin with anyway. She does move slowly through the back alleys behind the club, casually checking her watch before lifting her carbine for a final chamber check. Eyes filtering to the group of well dressed fellows, bouncers and bartenders huddled together in the back alley enjoying their smoke break.
- Fox has posed:
Through the door, and down a hallway. There he is. Max Jarret rises with a start, one hand reaching until he sees the badge and freezes with a laugh. "Oh fuck me lady, oh fucking hell. I thought, ok yeah whatever I thought."He half steps around the steps to offer his wrists with a slump of the shoulders, it's relief. "I don't even care just, why don't you just book me now and we'll discuss whatever the fuck this is later alright? C'mon lady, fucking cuff me and lets get going alright?"
The Music starts ramping up downstairs, as Sophie walks through the kitchens to emerge on the dance floor. The club goers around her are more amused than alarmed at first, until shit kicks off. To her right a guard lifts his walkie to bark out the alarm as he draws, and Fox gets the party started with a short burst of that suppressed .300blk thats largely lost over the din of the crowd. It's enough to get people scattering out of her way though.
Still the radio in the office bursts to life "Back wall, I've go-"...Max just swollows, before stepping foreward again. "Lady take me in, alright?"
- Fox has posed:
"Look this dude who knows shit, he said it was The Renard but I found out that guy's been dead since like 94'. I found the dude who iced him, ok? Look I pissed off plenty of folks, but I don't know who the fuck she is. Just that she's some kind of psycho, alright?"And thats, well he's confused but he's hardly being deceptive here. The dude honestly, has no clear idea.
Fox walks calmly through the crowd as it panics, letting it part around her like a fast flowing stream. It's more than enough to hide her crossing, until she puts a boot to the door.
That armored metal security door, the one Eve just came in through? It all but explodes inwards, hanging onto it's hinges by a thread. From the pulsing lights outside and the noise of it all, she all slips into the relative calm of the back hallway. The mask is a mixture of dark grey and pearl white accents, but it's Fox alright. The hard lines of that distinctive mask all but unfolding as she slips into the better lighting. Left hand casually lifting to touch her throat, that voice disguiser is still present at least. "Did you think I wouldn't find you Jarret, did you think I'd forget?"And a pause as that mask swivels somewhat to lock on to Eve. "Step aside, or be stepped over."
- Fox has posed:
"No, I don't suppose you can."Fox returns, but she doesn't move beyond casually exchanging a partial for a full magazine. Watching the pair depart, before she steps foreward, shoulders rolling before she breaks into a jog. She turns opposite of the pair, taking the long way back through the crowd. Pausing only to put three into a bodyguard as she doubles back, like a good fox should of course.
The back exit dumps out into a back alley already, one full of six fresh dead. Theres a white panel van parked down on the far end of the alley, blocking off egress. That leaves the exit through the parking garage, which passes by the kitchen's loading dock. The door to which explodes with a thump, tumbling off it's hinges into the alleyway. A solitary flashbang following in it's wake, something Fox hadn't been documented using before now if only because she'd never had need of it.
- Fox has posed:
She skids to a stop in the alleyway, exhaling as she swings that red dot down the alleyway and well it's not what Fox wanted but it's what she's got. She dumps that carbine, letting it hang from it's sling as she drops a hand back to rip that careworn 210 free of it's holster. She puts two rounds into Eve, ploughing a 9mm into first thigh then right bicep. The next four rounds sail further on, hitting home and driving a trio of rounds into Max's lower spine.
Max for his part, screams like a wounded animal when he's hit. Slipping off the back of the van and tumbling down to the pavement in a heap, crying and screaming about how he can't feel his legs. It's yeah, generally uncool.
"Now, lets not make this any more messy than it already is."
- Fox has posed:
Fox moves casually, taking care to kick that G-19 aside before stepping over Eve and advancing after Max. "Stay down, or you're never getting back up again."Slowly holstering that 210 as she goes. She doesn't take long, really. Kicking Max over onto his back as she brings that carbine around, and well she lets him plee and blubber for a moment before dumping that entire magazine into his upper torso at point blank.
Business conducted, she half turns back to fix Eve with a look from behind that mask. "I warned you."Is all she has to say, before tossing a tourniquet towards Eve followed by Max's own cellphone. 911 already dialing out as it hits the pavement. "be seeing you..."