Post by thehornet on Jan 14, 2013 4:29:32 GMT -5
The Iceberg Lounge: 1:00am [/i]
The Iceberg Lounge was hopping at the current time of the night when a black Cadillac pulled up to the back most entrance. The back door opened as a man dressed in a black tuxedo wearing a black metal mask wearing his long black hair in a tight black pony tail. He tightened his gloves as his driver handed him a dress coat which he draped on his shoulders. The driver opened the door for his boss as he breezed past him into the main room. When a waitress saw him enter she smiled and escorted him to an available table. The man sat down and had his coat taken from him as he casually sat and went over the menu.
Nearby however sat several men in work overalls and sitting at the head of their table was a man that had a length of chain wrapped around his torso in a bandolier like fashion. The man was built like a line backer and was wearing a tattered orange prison garb mixed in with conventional clothing to give him an imposing presence.
One of the overall men looked to another, “Who’s that clown?”
The other overall whispered his answer, “They say he calls himself The Hornet.”
The overall man swore under his breath in disbelief, “That guy is The Hornet?”
The man with the chain took a bite out of his steak, “If that’s the case then, we have unfinished business he and I.”
The overall man nervously tugged his collar, “Didn’t you hear what they say about him Mr. Link? He’s a cold blooded psychopath.”
Mr. Link slammed his fork down as he stood up, “So am I.”
Hornet looked up from his menu when Mr. Link sat down across from him, “Can I help you?”
Mr. Link nodded, “Yeah, you can help by giving back my turf.”
Behind The Hornet, a man that was seven feet tall, dressed in an expensive drivers outfit, and built ridiculously in the muscle mass department cracked his knuckles as he growled and then straightened his drivers cap.
The Hornet raised his hand, “Easy Jocko. Whatever do you mean?”
Mr. Link was getting agitated, “I mean a couple of months back you drove me and my fixers from Crime Alley. Not only did you humiliate me but you completely decimated my work force!”
The Hornet leaned forward as he placed his left arm on the table and his right at his side, “It was good business, nothing more.”
Mr. Link was now on the verge of popping a vein.
The Iceberg Lounge was hopping at the current time of the night when a black Cadillac pulled up to the back most entrance. The back door opened as a man dressed in a black tuxedo wearing a black metal mask wearing his long black hair in a tight black pony tail. He tightened his gloves as his driver handed him a dress coat which he draped on his shoulders. The driver opened the door for his boss as he breezed past him into the main room. When a waitress saw him enter she smiled and escorted him to an available table. The man sat down and had his coat taken from him as he casually sat and went over the menu.
Nearby however sat several men in work overalls and sitting at the head of their table was a man that had a length of chain wrapped around his torso in a bandolier like fashion. The man was built like a line backer and was wearing a tattered orange prison garb mixed in with conventional clothing to give him an imposing presence.
One of the overall men looked to another, “Who’s that clown?”
The other overall whispered his answer, “They say he calls himself The Hornet.”
The overall man swore under his breath in disbelief, “That guy is The Hornet?”
The man with the chain took a bite out of his steak, “If that’s the case then, we have unfinished business he and I.”
The overall man nervously tugged his collar, “Didn’t you hear what they say about him Mr. Link? He’s a cold blooded psychopath.”
Mr. Link slammed his fork down as he stood up, “So am I.”
Hornet looked up from his menu when Mr. Link sat down across from him, “Can I help you?”
Mr. Link nodded, “Yeah, you can help by giving back my turf.”
Behind The Hornet, a man that was seven feet tall, dressed in an expensive drivers outfit, and built ridiculously in the muscle mass department cracked his knuckles as he growled and then straightened his drivers cap.
The Hornet raised his hand, “Easy Jocko. Whatever do you mean?”
Mr. Link was getting agitated, “I mean a couple of months back you drove me and my fixers from Crime Alley. Not only did you humiliate me but you completely decimated my work force!”
The Hornet leaned forward as he placed his left arm on the table and his right at his side, “It was good business, nothing more.”
Mr. Link was now on the verge of popping a vein.
