Agathocles
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A thick, gloomy air hung over the hive city in the quiet hours, when there was the least amount of movement in the streets. Perfect for Agathocles's task. Smog rolled from the factorums, creating an early morning fog that smelled of heavy metals and chemicals. Smelled like home. The air was chilled, common for the season, dissuading anyone strolling for the hell of it. His boots echoed as he went down a nearby stairwell connecting the different Hive levels, to the one directly below. A slightly less well managed one. Junkies laid at the entry like broken sentries, trash blew about in the industrial wind.
Something Agathocles planned on changing before the either of the twin suns bathed the radioactive sands outside. He made his way past the homeless and desolate to a building with no windows and a red neon sign above it, reading simply "Nemo's". Outside the ganger standing guard stood up a little straighter as Agathocles approached. He almost dropped his smoke as the man came out of the stairwell quietly.
"Hey there spider, Nemo home?" Agathocles asked with his shark's smile. Prompting the guard to immediately open the door with haste.
"Upstairs." The guard said, thankful that the interaction had been short. Redmond had a reputation for both kindness and ruthless cruelty. It could be hard for a laymen to tell what the sector boss would do and when, particularly when approached in the pre dawn hours uannounced. Agathocles slipped the ganger a small lump of silver.
"Thank ya kindly." Agathocles replied as he walked past the young ganger and into the dimly lit smoked filled dive that Nemo called home. A collection of drunks and druggards were laid about, many passed out and laid up in various spaces, his security included. Sloppy. The visitor slipped past the regulars and staff unnoticed and up the stairs to Nemo's quarters and office, where another guard stood, her hands tightening on her autogun as Agathocles approached, but not raising it.
She looked him up and down and thought for a moment. Taking in the hour of the day and the surprise visitor, before slinging her rifle and heading down the stairs, opening the door with a sign marked "No entry" above it. Agathocles stopped her as she did and pressed a large bright blue jewel into her free palm before continuing up.
He shut the door behind him.
Nemo's room was messy as the rest of the place. Bottles and various trash strewn about where Nemo conducted both business and evidently his fun.
"Disgusting." Agathocles said, loudly as he poked around, interrupting a sleeping, snoring Nemo's rest. Who kicked about on their bunch before sitting upright, sickly from whatever drugs he'd ingested the evening before.
"By the Emperor, Nemo, how'd ya let it get this bad?"
Nemo began to sputter out excuses as Agathocles drew his Naval Pistol from the holster on his hip and leveled it's barrel against the wide eyed Nemo's head before pulling the trigger. Sending everything Nemo was and had ever been onto the wall behind. The sound would be contained in the room, leaving the rabble to continue their slumber below. Agathocles looted the corpse and the room before heading back down the stairs and past the zombies back into the street below, heading back to his own level. The tavern he called home. In a few hours his crew would descend back down and begin the sanctioned aquisition of everything Nemo's crew had, from manpower to material.
Agathocles would be relaxing and socializing with those that frequented his establishments, and hopefully just that. The time had long past when the man felt guilty about hostile takeovers. Particularly when it was from someone as incompetent as Nemo, who ran their level poorly. They didn't deserve what they couldn't keep.
Something Agathocles planned on changing before the either of the twin suns bathed the radioactive sands outside. He made his way past the homeless and desolate to a building with no windows and a red neon sign above it, reading simply "Nemo's". Outside the ganger standing guard stood up a little straighter as Agathocles approached. He almost dropped his smoke as the man came out of the stairwell quietly.
"Hey there spider, Nemo home?" Agathocles asked with his shark's smile. Prompting the guard to immediately open the door with haste.
"Upstairs." The guard said, thankful that the interaction had been short. Redmond had a reputation for both kindness and ruthless cruelty. It could be hard for a laymen to tell what the sector boss would do and when, particularly when approached in the pre dawn hours uannounced. Agathocles slipped the ganger a small lump of silver.
"Thank ya kindly." Agathocles replied as he walked past the young ganger and into the dimly lit smoked filled dive that Nemo called home. A collection of drunks and druggards were laid about, many passed out and laid up in various spaces, his security included. Sloppy. The visitor slipped past the regulars and staff unnoticed and up the stairs to Nemo's quarters and office, where another guard stood, her hands tightening on her autogun as Agathocles approached, but not raising it.
She looked him up and down and thought for a moment. Taking in the hour of the day and the surprise visitor, before slinging her rifle and heading down the stairs, opening the door with a sign marked "No entry" above it. Agathocles stopped her as she did and pressed a large bright blue jewel into her free palm before continuing up.
He shut the door behind him.
Nemo's room was messy as the rest of the place. Bottles and various trash strewn about where Nemo conducted both business and evidently his fun.
"Disgusting." Agathocles said, loudly as he poked around, interrupting a sleeping, snoring Nemo's rest. Who kicked about on their bunch before sitting upright, sickly from whatever drugs he'd ingested the evening before.
"By the Emperor, Nemo, how'd ya let it get this bad?"
Nemo began to sputter out excuses as Agathocles drew his Naval Pistol from the holster on his hip and leveled it's barrel against the wide eyed Nemo's head before pulling the trigger. Sending everything Nemo was and had ever been onto the wall behind. The sound would be contained in the room, leaving the rabble to continue their slumber below. Agathocles looted the corpse and the room before heading back down the stairs and past the zombies back into the street below, heading back to his own level. The tavern he called home. In a few hours his crew would descend back down and begin the sanctioned aquisition of everything Nemo's crew had, from manpower to material.
Agathocles would be relaxing and socializing with those that frequented his establishments, and hopefully just that. The time had long past when the man felt guilty about hostile takeovers. Particularly when it was from someone as incompetent as Nemo, who ran their level poorly. They didn't deserve what they couldn't keep.