05-09-2019, 05:05 AM
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Meetings, Michael was a bit bored listening to this one, though he supposed that being present for the announcements that Cat made were good. He listened, raising an eyebrow at the comment of Brian capturing Sheo and then sending an unveiled threat to Cat. He made a mental note to himself to punch Brian in the face, nobody threatened death to Cat... except him, and well, Mike wasn't planning on killing Cat, or threatening Cat with death so long as Creed remained alive.
He had once injured Cat, but he had never held any real desire to kill the boss, not even at his most irrational or intoxicated had he aimed for a vital organ in order to end the life of the leader. No, Mike didn't want the person dead, one of the few exceptions to his anger, Cat got away relatively easy in Mike's mind, then again, they had a shit ton of past as well, not as much as Mike, but there was time, Cat was half his age, they had time to make life altering mistakes and fuck up more, and he was sure that they would.
The man ran a calloused hand through his corse dark hair, and sighed softly, completely unprepared for the loud boom that happened seconds later. It was, with no doubt, an explosion, though he couldn't id the exact kind, he knew it was definitely not accidental, not with the proximity of the sound to the casino. Perhaps it was Brian putting his money where his mouth was. No, that wasn't Brian's style.
He sprinted after Cat, close on his heel, pulling the riffle off his back, and checking it to make sure it had munitions. He would definitely make these people think twice about blowing shit up. Paige's shot hit the boy dead in the chest, and he dropped in front of Mike. Before he could aim and shoot however, the loud sound of a long distance sniper rifle rung out through the area, and seconds later the injured teen had crumpled to the ground, a hole in her head, blood seeping from the wound.
Before Mike could look towards the sound and back to the teens, another gunshot reverberated through the city, and the last teen was on the ground, a matching hole in their head. Everything seemed a bit blurry, almost like a dream as he tried to clear his head, but it was ready for battle, not clarity. There was a reason he wasn't in charge. He assumed Cat was yelling orders taking cover themself, but they didn't notice anything, just their plan to take out the sniper on the roof.
Shit, shit. "Creed, get Cat, and everyone out of line of sight." He barked the order without thinking about the fact he wasn't even in charge here. Already running as he spoke, he discarded the riffle in order to run faster, he took off towards the taller buildings where he was sure the shots had come from, his injury forgotten.
A third shot rung out, and he didn't look back, it would take about thirty seconds to break down the perch, another minute to get to the bottom of the building, if he was lucky, he'd catch them in time.
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[div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 4px; color: #000000; opacity: .75"]"speech" 'thought' text ||[abbr=thoughts of violence, blood, murder, mentions of alcohol, religion, injury, broken bones, blood]Hover for TWs[/abbr]Meetings, Michael was a bit bored listening to this one, though he supposed that being present for the announcements that Cat made were good. He listened, raising an eyebrow at the comment of Brian capturing Sheo and then sending an unveiled threat to Cat. He made a mental note to himself to punch Brian in the face, nobody threatened death to Cat... except him, and well, Mike wasn't planning on killing Cat, or threatening Cat with death so long as Creed remained alive.
He had once injured Cat, but he had never held any real desire to kill the boss, not even at his most irrational or intoxicated had he aimed for a vital organ in order to end the life of the leader. No, Mike didn't want the person dead, one of the few exceptions to his anger, Cat got away relatively easy in Mike's mind, then again, they had a shit ton of past as well, not as much as Mike, but there was time, Cat was half his age, they had time to make life altering mistakes and fuck up more, and he was sure that they would.
The man ran a calloused hand through his corse dark hair, and sighed softly, completely unprepared for the loud boom that happened seconds later. It was, with no doubt, an explosion, though he couldn't id the exact kind, he knew it was definitely not accidental, not with the proximity of the sound to the casino. Perhaps it was Brian putting his money where his mouth was. No, that wasn't Brian's style.
He sprinted after Cat, close on his heel, pulling the riffle off his back, and checking it to make sure it had munitions. He would definitely make these people think twice about blowing shit up. Paige's shot hit the boy dead in the chest, and he dropped in front of Mike. Before he could aim and shoot however, the loud sound of a long distance sniper rifle rung out through the area, and seconds later the injured teen had crumpled to the ground, a hole in her head, blood seeping from the wound.
Before Mike could look towards the sound and back to the teens, another gunshot reverberated through the city, and the last teen was on the ground, a matching hole in their head. Everything seemed a bit blurry, almost like a dream as he tried to clear his head, but it was ready for battle, not clarity. There was a reason he wasn't in charge. He assumed Cat was yelling orders taking cover themself, but they didn't notice anything, just their plan to take out the sniper on the roof.
Shit, shit. "Creed, get Cat, and everyone out of line of sight." He barked the order without thinking about the fact he wasn't even in charge here. Already running as he spoke, he discarded the riffle in order to run faster, he took off towards the taller buildings where he was sure the shots had come from, his injury forgotten.
A third shot rung out, and he didn't look back, it would take about thirty seconds to break down the perch, another minute to get to the bottom of the building, if he was lucky, he'd catch them in time.
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MICHAEL FORD
Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.