Post by Nyxy ( 血の花 ) on Nov 24, 2014 7:04:12 GMT
Jack stretched and frowned rubbing the braided beard on his chin slightly bored. He was leaned back in a chair boots up on a table as two biker chicks shake it for him. The women grin at him grinding together letting him know they wanted to have a little fun. Grinning back at them he was about to bring them upstairs when a guy walks up and leans in "we found a nice score, weapons and booze from what scouts said maybe even tobacco. The truck was spotted going from downtown through a back route." "Back route eh?" Jack asks and the guy nods "they are trying to drive it threw the slums and sneak it into the North check point." Jack grinned "Ole D trying to be a sneak. To bad for him." The guy grins and nods, while the slums were technically neutral territory if his men found out any good score the EVMC was there to make it theirs. Jack stands stretching "sorry ladies another time." The women pout but he gives them a wink a slight nod "I'll catch you later ladies." They both grin blushing. He smirked then made his way to the bar turning to his gathering crew"Let's go make some mayhem!" The men cheer and Charlie the bartender smirks "just be careful there Jack ole boy." Jack grins "don't you worry about it, we will be back probably with some top shelf booze." Charlie grins nodding to him. He and his crew ride out the thundering sound of bikes filling the area.
Meanwhile "I hate driving through this territory" one suited thug says driving the delivery truck threw the lower district. Another frowns checking his gun "quit your bitching Demetrius is paying us a ducket for this booze delivery." They frown hearing the thundering sound of bikes approach "shit bikers." They frown as they are run off the road into a ditch. Jack leaps off his bike heading to the truck punching a hole in the back doors ripping them off. Inside there were crates marked with the logo of specialty wines and spirits. And the line up of the boxes showed perhaps more booty deeper in the truck. "Jackpot" Jack grinned and his crew nod to him. The sound of gun fire greets him and he smiled loving when they put up a fight. He rushes one suited thug lifting him by the throat. The guy struggles in his grasp, as his buddy fires at Jack who shrugs off each shot. "Da fuck are you?" he says lowering his gun slightly. Jack crushes the windpipe of one in his hand tossing him like a rag doll to the side and growls "I am death..." The other guy fires again, a shot whizing by Jack hitting a new recruit they teasingly knick named "Sunny" right below his knee. The young biker screams in pain and Jack roars with rage jumping at the shooter. The suited thug's screams fill the night air... A few minutes later Jack and a few of his crew roll up to a building that was already bustling with sick and injured. He carried Sunny in his arms while his men followed behind. A line of people clearing his way as he makes his way to a woman taking names "my guy needs help now!" The attendant shivered at him and nods going to get a doctor. Doctor Miles approaches them "you know you have to wa..." Jack glared at him and the Doctor shrank back some then called over to another woman. "Nurse bring a chair now and we need to prep an operating table. The woman who approached glanced at the Doctor then Jack and his crew with a clear attitude. She had brown skin and the face of a china doll which was oddly appealing to him. Jack also took in she was tall for most women he knew and spoke with a thick island accent. "Doctor ye have another patient waiting on ye" her hands were on her hips her eyes narrowed. The Doctor who eyed Jack and his men shivered "we are working on this injury first." Nyxy rolled her eyes at the doctor "fine, its ye call." She wheels the chair over and glanced at the gruff biker leader with slight contempt to take the boy from him. "Easy there Darlin." Nyxy frowned walking up to Jack taking the injured male from his arms. She lifted Sunny with ease placing him in the chair to wheel him off to the back. She fires a glare at Jack "don't ye go Darlin'ing me hmph." The others stare at her in shock but Jack smirked watching her wheel the still groaning Sunny off. Jack glanced at the Doctor "Make sure he gets the best treatment or else..." Doctor Miles gasps but nods going to go work on the injured gang member. Jack's eyes linger on them a bit as he sees the woman helping the doctor and hears her yell at Sunny "of course it hurts ye were shot." He smirked then frowned knowing they had supplies to get back to the bar, but he was sure he'd make that woman's acquaintance again she had a fire in her that he enjoyed.
The crew arrive with the truck awhile later unloading it smiling at the booze, guns and crate of cigars "that is a nice payload there Jack, too bad Sunny got hurt." Charlie says. Jack nods "don't worry I left him in good hands" he grinned thinking about that fire woman. He would pay the triage another visit to meet up with her, or he would have if a certain limo had not rolled up that night with an invitation...
Meanwhile "I hate driving through this territory" one suited thug says driving the delivery truck threw the lower district. Another frowns checking his gun "quit your bitching Demetrius is paying us a ducket for this booze delivery." They frown hearing the thundering sound of bikes approach "shit bikers." They frown as they are run off the road into a ditch. Jack leaps off his bike heading to the truck punching a hole in the back doors ripping them off. Inside there were crates marked with the logo of specialty wines and spirits. And the line up of the boxes showed perhaps more booty deeper in the truck. "Jackpot" Jack grinned and his crew nod to him. The sound of gun fire greets him and he smiled loving when they put up a fight. He rushes one suited thug lifting him by the throat. The guy struggles in his grasp, as his buddy fires at Jack who shrugs off each shot. "Da fuck are you?" he says lowering his gun slightly. Jack crushes the windpipe of one in his hand tossing him like a rag doll to the side and growls "I am death..." The other guy fires again, a shot whizing by Jack hitting a new recruit they teasingly knick named "Sunny" right below his knee. The young biker screams in pain and Jack roars with rage jumping at the shooter. The suited thug's screams fill the night air... A few minutes later Jack and a few of his crew roll up to a building that was already bustling with sick and injured. He carried Sunny in his arms while his men followed behind. A line of people clearing his way as he makes his way to a woman taking names "my guy needs help now!" The attendant shivered at him and nods going to get a doctor. Doctor Miles approaches them "you know you have to wa..." Jack glared at him and the Doctor shrank back some then called over to another woman. "Nurse bring a chair now and we need to prep an operating table. The woman who approached glanced at the Doctor then Jack and his crew with a clear attitude. She had brown skin and the face of a china doll which was oddly appealing to him. Jack also took in she was tall for most women he knew and spoke with a thick island accent. "Doctor ye have another patient waiting on ye" her hands were on her hips her eyes narrowed. The Doctor who eyed Jack and his men shivered "we are working on this injury first." Nyxy rolled her eyes at the doctor "fine, its ye call." She wheels the chair over and glanced at the gruff biker leader with slight contempt to take the boy from him. "Easy there Darlin." Nyxy frowned walking up to Jack taking the injured male from his arms. She lifted Sunny with ease placing him in the chair to wheel him off to the back. She fires a glare at Jack "don't ye go Darlin'ing me hmph." The others stare at her in shock but Jack smirked watching her wheel the still groaning Sunny off. Jack glanced at the Doctor "Make sure he gets the best treatment or else..." Doctor Miles gasps but nods going to go work on the injured gang member. Jack's eyes linger on them a bit as he sees the woman helping the doctor and hears her yell at Sunny "of course it hurts ye were shot." He smirked then frowned knowing they had supplies to get back to the bar, but he was sure he'd make that woman's acquaintance again she had a fire in her that he enjoyed.
The crew arrive with the truck awhile later unloading it smiling at the booze, guns and crate of cigars "that is a nice payload there Jack, too bad Sunny got hurt." Charlie says. Jack nods "don't worry I left him in good hands" he grinned thinking about that fire woman. He would pay the triage another visit to meet up with her, or he would have if a certain limo had not rolled up that night with an invitation...