Both stood in a dimly lit warehouse, flickering lights hanging above painted the space between them with tension. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his muscular build, our tyrant looked every bit the businessman — his perfect façade that masked the killing machine beneath. His blonde hair was slicked back, framing a face that could have belonged to a model, angular and flawless, save for the silver tint in his eyes that hinted at something far more sinister.
In his hand, he casually held a sleek, metallic container. It was small, unassuming to the untrained eye, but Smasher knew it was important — well, Arasaka’s intel had been crystal clear on that point and they were hardly wrong. Whatever was inside the container was valuable, a kind of value that men like Kadaj would tear the city apart for. Given the trail of destruction Kadaj had left behind in his blazing trail, Smasher had no doubt that this was the key to capturing the stranger.
He didn’t need to understand what was in the box; he just needed to leverage it and on such note, his lips twitched, curled, they contorted into the smile of a a creature who enjoyed causing pain onto others.
❝ You’ve caused quite the mess for Arasaka, kid. ❞ Adam began, his husky voice chambered across the vast emptiness of the warehouse. ❝ They want you alive, so don't fuck around or else — ❞ Before Kadaj could move a muscle, Adam's palm somehow slid a smart-link firearm from underneath the sleeve, allowing its hollow barrel to blatantly point at the box.
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; starter 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @k-adaj