Breaking and Entering
CHARACTERS
Zander Xade and Mathieu Donovan / Hunter
PLOT
Hunter breaks into Zander’s facility, because he works for Zander’s comptetitor. Dropping the crowbar does him no good. What happens next is a lot of beating.
WHERE THE RP IS DONE
Wall-to-wall
ZANDER
A silence fell, and everyone stood up as Zander Xade walked his way to the weapons crate, not saying a word he opened the crate to have a look inside, after making his check there was an eerie grin on his face, “Excellent!” he said as he closed the crate, turning to his henchmen, “Let’s get these weapons out of here, I would like to catch that dinner I have with my wife,” he said. “She is here!”
Zander of course didn’t know that Hunter waited and listened as he and his bodyguards left, Zan could still hear a couple of the guards arguing about a chess game. He then turned to check them up and pointed out. “I pay you not for playing chess here!” He said sharply and headed out. Some guards winced to each other as they moved those weapons to warehouse. All were busy listing and checking everything in the warehouse except those two careless guys.
“That’s not how you move the bishop”, one guard said. “How am I supposed to move it then?!” yelled the other guard. “The bishop moves diagonally, and the rook goes in straight lines you dimwitted bastard,” said the first guard.
HUNTER
Hunter bit his lips hard, not because he was bound to make a comment but because he had to stop himself from laughing at the two blokes who were playing chess. He wasn’t sure what was so funny about it, but that’s just how weird his sense of humor worked. He waited until he could hear less of the people in the room before carefully working on opening the crate.
“Clink!” he accidentally dropped the crowbar. Oh shit. He stopped moving, taking slow deep breaths to keep his location unknown from his soon to be perpetrators. Hunter cursed himself silently, hoping his mistake doesn’t cause him this job. Or his life.
ZANDER
The people had finished moving the crate to warehouse. They locked them in and left. The manager and a warehouse guard came to Zan office to give him the check list of the product. Zan was with his wife, about went to have dinner outside, but he just accepted the list and took a glance at it for a while till he noticed something strange. There were some illegal product that he had never ordered them. He glanced up shaking his head at his employees. “How dare!” He told his wife to wait for a while, while he went checking the products. He frowned once he heard a clink inside the warehouse. He glanced sharply at the two of his employees.“Someone just broke into. How come?” He headed in looking at the crate which opened slightly. He narrowed his eyes.
HUNTER
Too stupid, Hunter thought. He could hear Zander’s voice booming angrily from his position. So he heard the crowbar, huh? Just my like, Hunter grumbled inwardly. He decided if he wanted to keep his silence or put on his con artist self. Neither had appealing outcomes for him. He chose to stay put and will only start talking once they find his exact location.
ZANDER
Zan looked around then back to the crate. “Open it!” The guard soon opened the crate for him and he started to pick the AK-47s. “This is illegal right?“He talked to the manager. Tomorrow, there would be another full of weapons crates sent, so he told him to just make sure anything before they sent them. "You won’t be tolerate if it happens again."Zan gave him a clear nod. "Make sure everything is safe!” He grabbed the guard’s collar.“Understand?” The guard winced then Zan shoved him roughly. He turned around to stare at those weapons. “There is someone hiding here!”
HUNTER
Hunter shuts his eyes, preparing himself for the worse. He opens them again and tries to grab the taser hidden in his backpack. He takes slow, deep breaths to calm himself and he rolls onto his front. He begins to crawl to the other crates as fast and as quietly as he could. The taser was in his jacket’s pocket, easy to pull out in case he needs to fight back. He was near freedom when his radio creaked loudly, the voice of Titus booming. “Yo Hunter, everything okay back there?”
Hunter fumbled and tried to shut the fucking radio off but it was too late. Two guards had flanked him on both ends. All Hunter could was give them a sheepish grin, “Uh,” he slowly got up, scratching his head, “I’m kinda lost, can you guys tell me where St. Abbey Street is?” For his attempt, he receives a hard punch in the gut. Hunter barely stomached the pain as he was dragged to face their boss. “Sir, look what we found by the crates.” The guards looked pleased with their accomplishment.
ZANDER
He stepped out the warehouse and went to the elevator but he heard something behind him he then turned to see what was happening. He looked at the other two guards who brought someone to him. He frowned slightly. He walked towards the guy and faced him. One of his brows arched up before he started talking. “Is there something you did, brother?”
HUNTER
Hunter took a quick look at Zander and knew with certainty he wasn’t someone to mess with. Hunter gulps and speaks in a stuttering voice- all part of an act, of course. “I… I’m lost sir,” his hands shook as he tried to hold himself together. Truth was he was scared, but he’d been tortured too many times before, and he was getting used to it. “Do you know where St. Abbey Street is?” His eyes were locked on his feet, unwanting to look at Zander straight in his face.
ZANDER
“You are way lost it seems, yeah?” He looked him top to toe and back to catch his eyes. “I know you, don’t I? You are Hunter, a guy in club who bumped into me months ago.” He nodded and grinned. “You are lost here in my company looking for where the fuck St Abbey is? Do you think i don’t fucking know that you just hid in my fucking warehouse. Nah? Now what?” Zan thought something about Hunter. Zan was quite sure that Hunter had a big planning in his tricky head that was why he was here.
HUNTER
Hunter’s thoughts ran full time. He recognized me?! This is bad. This is really, really bad…
“He had this too, boss,” one of the guards ‘accidentally’ bump into Hunter before handing the radio to Zander. “He might have an accomplice with him.” The guard beamed proudly. Hunter almost scoffed because he remembered how stupid the guards were at playing chess, but he kept his mouth shut.
He slowly looked at Zander and gave him a half grin. “It’s been a while, yeah? Didn’t think I’d see you here, mate.” And for that wisecrack he receives a hard punch in the gut.
ZANDER
Zan just shook his head once one of his guards landed a punch in hunters gut. He sharply looked at the guard.“who orders you to give him a punch huh?” “But boss he’s so stupid.” “Shut up!” Zan gripped the radio and waved it right in front of hunters eyes.“Mr.hunter, is it your toy?” Still till the radio beeped and there was a voice behind. “Yo H, we have to get out of here! Move your ass!” Zan’s eyes widened looking straight at hunter. He gave hunter clue to response his mate. His corner of the lips arched up.
HUNTER
Titus you idiot, Hunter thought as he stared at the radio. “Go home, you’re drunk,” he spoke in a hollow, empty voice. He looks at Zander, “Yeah, it’s mine. I use it to keep track of my stupid friends, like the drunkard on the other end of the line.” Hunter hoped Titus heard his words and leave as soon as he could. Unlike Hunter, Titus was not raised in a violent environment.
ZANDER
He threw away the radio against the wall. “Why bullshit?”
HUNTER
Hunter kept his mouth shut and thought about what he’d say next. He didn’t want to end up like the radio- thrown and turned to bits and pieces.
ZANDER
Zan still kept his eyes straight to a guy standing right in front of him. “So Hunter, it seems like you’re trying to find out what will you say next. Or are you going to act again because you have such an incredible skill in acting?” He roughly gripped his collar facing him close nose to nose. “"Well go on already, we’re all eagerly waiting to hear your next wise crack…” Still “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Zan stepped backwards a bit “I’m sure my associates can help with that predicament. You see they’re not like you and me, easy to say that they’re not really human, only on the outside that is.” He inhaled sharply and exhaled as started to continue “You see my associates here, they’re pretty good at making people talk”, Zander glared at Hunter “So you wanna talk?” Zan eagerly scream. “WHO SENT YOU HERE?!” Zander punched Hunter square in his face, making his nose and lips bleed.
HUNTER
There’s no point in getting beat up dead for the client, he thought. Who’d he pay if I died?
Hunter chuckled darkly and spat the blood on the floor. He realized he was protecting Titus. Hoping he’d gotten away to safety, Hunter said. “I’m a thief, duh,” he bobbed his head toward the crowbar and to his backpack which the guards held. “I take whatever clients I get and it just so happens he wants one of your weapons.” Hunter shrugged.
The dull throbbing of pain all over his body was bound to make him pass out soon enough, but he held himself together and look to Zander. “What’s so special about your weapons anyway?” He didn’t care if he took a blow for asking that question. Hunter’s curiosity was a powerful force, and no physical injuring can stop him from knowing what he wants to know.
ZANDER
He laughed at his question then stopped and still for a while, looking at him quite intently. “What so special about my weapons?” He mirrored his question. “The real fucking thief should learn and understand about everything they steal. No matter what.” He showed his teeth clapping Hunter’s right jaw. “You should be more careful when you come to my area dude. It’s too risky for you.” He folded his arms crossing them right against his chest. “But.. You are lucky now.” He breathed then continued. “Here i give you two choices that you can choose. You show me who the hell your boss is, or your fucking crowbar will end up your life in a minute. It’s very easy isn’t it?” He put his chin up glaring at him with a grin.
HUNTER
“I almost found out. I was just too busy observing your guards’ dumb chess moves.” Hunter hoped that doesn’t garner him another punch. He could see the guards clenching their fists, ready to hit Hunter, but they held back. They’ve afraid their boss won’t approve, he thought.
Two choices. Ah, Hunter shook his head and sighed in defeat. He always got these ‘two choices, two offers’ shit when he messed up. Life or death, they say. The obvious choice was life, of course. Death was preferred delayed by most, even by Hunter. But he had a contingency plan for things like this. He bobbed his head to his bag. “Have a look inside.” His voice sounded tired, and he was.
Hunter hoped Zander doesn’t think it was a trap he’d prepared. No, it was more like, Hunter had stolen something that belonged to his client as a backup plan. If Zander wanted it, he could keep it. Maybe he could use it to his advantage.
ZANDER
He turned his head slightly to look at the two of his guards. “Who won the match?” He cocked his head on one side still narrowing his eyes as showing a quite friendly grin at both of them then he looked back at Hunter. His face turned so serious, again. “What the fuck are you doing? It’s easy to just say who the fuck your client is right? Or… it seems like you are waiting for my gag before your crowbar?”
HUNTER
Hunter lets out an exasperated sigh. “It doesn’t matter shit who my client is. I stole something from him too, and maybe if you take a look inside my bag like I tell you to, you’d find it more useful than his damn identity.” Bold move, Hunter, bold move, he thinks to himself. But really, he stole a small device- presumably an experimental weapon- that was concealed in such a secured facility, but Hunter found it was rather easier to steal from a tech-rigged place like that, than a man-powerhouse like Zander’s warehouse. With his near to basic combat skills and lack of desire to hurt anybody for his own protection, Hunter was as good as dead
ZANDER
He took a look inside of his backpack and looked up back to face him. “You’re really really out of what i am trying to point out Mr. Hunter.” He shook his head. “I really need to know about the fucking client of yours, because I AM NOT LIKE THE STUPID MOTHER FUCKER THAT HE might think.” He exhaled. “He sent you here to steal those materials of wars but you could easily steal his God damn precious product. How appropriate?” He gripped Hunter’s collar. “You are a real smart fucking ass Hunter. A real one!” He shoved him roughly. “Show me what you have got!” He pointed out to his bag.
HUNTER
“He admires your work, Zander. He doesn’t think your stupid. He thinks I am,” he shook his head. People always considered Hunter dumb but that only bit those people back in their asses. Just like what was about to happen to his current client.
Hunter mumbles under his breath, “I’ll take that as a compliment,” before he wriggles away from Zander’s grip. He wipes the blood off his mouth before opening the bag and pulling out a normal-looking device. It was a small black box, as if nothing was special about it. Hunter walks to Zander and hands it to him.
ZANDER
The small black box was in his hand right after Hunter handed it to him. He frowned slightly staring at the box for a while then shaking his head. He hesitated for a while. He was just not sure about Hunter. Was it a part of his acting or what. He looked up at Hunter and kept his eyes on Hunter’s, sharply and quite intent to know or get something that he wasn’t acting. He was just unpredictable and.. spontaneous.
HUNTER
Hunter could feel Zander’s eyes ripping him apart piece by piece. He didn’t know what to do with he box he held. Hunter sighed and pushed a button which unlocked the box. Inside were 5 vials of a brown liquid substance. “It’s a biochemical weapon,” he mumbled quietly. “Experimental but tested. They tried it on their own group of scientists,” he shook his head and chuckled darkly as he recalled seeing the scientists drop dead before he escaped with the vials.
ZANDER
“Tested!” He glared at the biochemical weapon in his hand. “Nice, I just need to make sure everything is fine with this kind of weapon. It’s a brand new chemical experimental. He felt his own steps got close to where hunter was standing. "Do you think I need this weapon? Will it give any advantage to my company?” He glanced at the vials and looked at Hunter.
HUNTER
Hunter looked straight into Zander’s eyes. “If you sell it to the right people, yeah,” he nodded. He knew Zander doubted Hunter’s words, and he had reason to. If he were Zander, he wouldn’t trust himself either. But Hunter also knew that Zander knew he wasn’t lying. Hunter has no room for lying, facing certain death and all.
“Y'know, you could try it for yourself,” he scratched his nape. “Maybe you have enemies you’d like to die of,” and Hunter’s hands quote in the air, “ 'heart attack’ ? 'gas leak’ ?” He raised an eyebrow, hoping Zander did have enemies he’d want dead.
ZANDER
He laughed and gave him applause. “How appropriate, you are and I think I can try it to yourself, you were just like a gopher in my warehouse.” He smirked. He could trust Hunter somehow, and maybe it gave him a chance to get something benefit from him. “You know something Mr.H, I don’t bother to deal with thief.” He glanced at his watch. “My wife’s waiting for me and I still have something to do with you!” He ordered to handcuff him on a pole and make sure he couldn’t escape. “I’ll be seeing you again Mr. H.” He turned and walked away.
HUNTER
Hunter bobbed his head in acknowledging Zander as he spoke and left. Hunter didn’t trust himself to speak before he causes more trouble. The guards weren’t as kind as their employer though; their tough, calloused hands tie him roughly and drag him toward a pole. Hunter faked being weak and crashed into one of the guards, garnering Hunter yet another punch. “Easy, fellas,” Hunter said, wincing. “You better shut up before we punch you again, lad,” a guard said. With that, Hunter pursed his lips.
They secure Hunter on the pole and stationed a single guard to keep an eye on him. The other two left to guard some other post, at least, that’s what Hunter assumed. The remaining guard was different from the other two. He was quiet and not as violent, but Hunter was certain, if the guard is provoked, Hunter will die. Those piercing eagle-like eyes that stared at Hunter didn’t help his unease. He gulped and smiled nervously. “Heh.” The guard raised an eyebrow, before getting back to the newspaper he was reading earlier. He placed his gun on the table, easy to reach, as if daring Hunter to do something stupid. Then he’ll shoot.
How encouraging, Hunter sighed, as he carefully cut through the ropes using a pocket knife he’d snagged from one of the guards earlier. He hoped Eagle Eye doesn’t notice.
ZANDER
A sigh left his throat as he headed into his office. He found Ava still sit in the couch. “Sorry baby.” He pecked her lips as wrapped an arm around her. He helped her up on her heels leaning down against on her lips. “Sorry, some shits always happen.” He smirked and walked to the parking lot ready to have a sexy dinner.
Since Zan just left the biochemical weapon on his guard’s hands, one of the guards just started to play with the vials once Zan left them. After making sure that Hunter was chained well he didn’t pay so much attention. The other guards just as careless as himself. The guard who played the vials, walked towards Hunter, not noticing that Hunter worked on to cut off the rope. He waved the weapon in front of his eyes. “This is bullshit!” The guard said to Hunter’s ear. “Right?” “Roge, put your God damn ass here!” The eagle eye shouted at the dopey causing him to stop swinging the weapon in front of Hunter’s eyes.
HUNTER
Fear shone in Hunter’s eyes, something he didn’t need to fake. He grinned slightly at Roge, as he prayed to anyone, /anything/ that his cutting goes unnoticed. Hunter may have been spared now, but he knew how these things came to pass. He’ll be killed soon enough, and he wasn’t gonna stick around to find out if he was right.
Just a little more, he thought hopefully as he felt the ropes loosening around his wrist. He stopped cutting for now, since Eagle Eye and Roge were both stationed nearby. Any stupid action he attempts will surely have grave consequences.
Eagle Eye dismissed Roge, and continues reading his newspaper, and Hunter felt as if Eagle Eye was ignoring him intentionally now. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. Whatever it was, Hunter was brave enough (more like stupid enough) to wriggle his hands free from the ropes. Still, he continued to pretend he was stuck on that pole, while his eyes scanned the warehouse for a possible distraction. Escape was imperative.
ZANDER
Zan at the moment had a quite humble yet sexy dinner with his wife in a famous italian restaurant in New York. He picked up a piece of pizza to munch it into a little pieces in his mouth then swallowed hard, not really happy that the piece had to leave his mouth. He took a sip of water and threw a wicked smile to her wife when she held his hand. They ended up in bed soon after getting home.
HUNTER
Despite his free hands, Hunter felt hopeless in the situation. That’s when a miracle happened. A smoke bomb plops in front of Eagle Eye. Quick on his feet as always, Hunter had already covered his nose and began running toward the exit. There, waiting for him outside, was Titus inside a stolen vehicle. Hunter couldn’t believe it. Titus set up this distraction?!
“Hurry up already, Trumpet,” Titus snapped at Hunter. He quickly recovered and hopped into the vehicle. They drove away as fast as Titus could, and the gunshots fired at them were too late. Hunter slouched on the seat and sighed. Oh boy, Zander’s gonna be so pissed at his employees /and/ me, he thought.
ZANDER
Those glaring eyes of Zan’s sharply blamed everything to his fucking foolish guard. “Oh it seemed you all are going to get a special gift from your boss right.” He faked a laugh at those guards who stood up lining in front of his desk. “What a wonderful news.” His voice sounded totally friendly but a deep blaming was intimidated to come out. “Okay, I find it’s so interesting to KICK YOU ASS OFF MY COMPANY.” His voice turned to be a loud shout. The eagle eye force himself to look up at his boss. “Please, Mr.Xade, we can do this, I promise you to find out where is that gopher.” Zan shook his head. “You promise me bullshit!” He pointed to the two of 3 guys in front of him. “Both of you please, YOU ARE FIRED.” The two stupid Roge and Todd who always busy with their own stupid things winced to each other then forced themselves to look at Zan. “Boss..” Nothing would be accepted, they definitely were fired. The eagle eye still stood up in front of his desk. “You can leave my office.” He gestured to let him out. “Thank you sir,” He nodded. Zan spun around and saw the hectic day of new york through the window.
HUNTER
“Your father said you hated fighting,” Pancho commented as he finished fixing Hunter up. Pancho was a local tattoo artist who apparently had a nursing degree. No one believed the guy when he said so, but Hunter knew otherwise. The time he’d spent in Mexico had taught him never ever judge a book by its cover.
Titus snapped impatiently at the sidelines. “Is it done already?” Hunter grabbed a pack of gauss and threw it at his friend. “Yeah, all done.” Hunter pulls out a roll of cash from his jacket and generously pays Pancho. “Thanks,” he pats Pancho as he and Titus leaves.
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“You do know Zander’s gonna want your head on a platter, right?” Count on Titus to remind him of his shit. “I already have a plan,” Hunter replied as he uncomfortably leans against the passenger seat. “Just tell me when we’re there.” “All right, boss,” Titus shrugged and kept driving toward Zander’s competitor’s building.
the end.
