@halsberus
Blood grabs his cane resting against the wall, gripped with menacing force, and slides his back across the wall to listen for voices on the other side. He hears footsteps and a rattling sound in the kitchen. He peers closer, careful not to give himself away by making too much noise. Who he saw was a young man, covered in piercings and rings, clothing screaming ‘tough guy’ in a way that was so delinquent it was comical. This was no professional, just a burgeoning group of thugs.
Still, now was no time to be getting complacent. He didn’t know if any others from the group were in this safehouse with him. Blood could be overpowered if he wasn’t careful. Taking out one at a time was better than alerting other minions on standby. He may even be able to get some information. He rushes forward into the room, holding out his diamond-tipped cane inches from the young man’s face.
“You there. Which mafia group do you belong to, and who the hell has the gall to antagonize the Hatters by kidnapping their boss? If you tell me swiftly I may be generous enough to spare your life.”