Omission of Pride(Panzer)

[redemption]

The night would be a long one for the spy. He sighed as he walked down the street, an odd look placed upon his face as if he were looking for something specific, but he was not quite sure what it was. A deal. He was looking for a weapons trade between the wolves and a vampyre around the area. He was bored with the mission almost as soon as he had gotten it, but he couldn't really help that.

It was nearing the full moon, and nothing he could do would convince them not to send him on such a vital mission this close to the destruction of the wolves, as if caring for the strange child wasn't enough. He sighed, remembering that he needed to pick up some of the boy's least favorite, and most favorite things.

Mahogany eyes searched through the corners. He didn't want to be ambushed after all. That wouldn't be very productive, though he would get drenched n blood again. That would be a little fun, he supposed.

The end of the road drew closer. Had he made a wrong turn somewhere? No, that wasn't it. He had just seriously been too lost in thought to even remember where he was going, or was he? No. He had never done that before. He never missed a mark, never passed the appointed destination... But there were no houses here.

He took out the slip of paper from his pocket. The address written on it didn't match up to this block. But he knew this area unless... No. Izan wouldn't set him up like this!

Was he really being mocked by the higher ups? Did they not think he could handle a job such as this!? he was a spy, there to gather information, find things or people, and get paid. Not to be toyed around with! Unless... He looked around the empty lot. Nothing was there. Nothing at all. No foundations from previous houses or buildings, just the end of the line. He growled a bit before turning around. He wasn't too happy with this new treatment. He was actually rather annoyed at this small prank. He started slowly walking, crumpling up the paper and putting it back into his pocket.

((sorry it's so short... people are getting impatient with me not posting to them....))

[jaspersable]

Panzer watched as the strange man walked past the small alley between the last two buildings on the street before the empty lot. His leather jacket was unzipped, and though it meant he was cold due to the cool weather, it also meant he could reach his Browning on its shoulder holster under the jacket. His back-up gun, a Walters PPK 380, was sitting comfortable at the small of his back in his belt holster, and was easily accessible due to his untucked shirt, though the jacket hid it. An extra clip for the Browning was on his belt, as well as one in his jacket pocket. It would normally have made his jacket hang lopsided, but he had his cellphone in the other pocket along with a switchblade to balance it out. He had two knives in his home-made wrist sheaths that allowed him to deploy the knives into his hands with just a flick of his wrists. A boot knife completed his arsenal. He was actually traveling lighter then he could; he hadn't brought his sawed-off Ithaca 37, phosphorous grenades, or his sword. If he had really thought this deal would turn sour, he would have brought his flamethrower.

His green eyes observed the man intently, studying him. Normally an underling would have done this job, but lately they had a habit of dying, so Panzer figured it was better to come in person. Perhaps he could figure out why the deals kept getting his men killed. He knelt silently and peered around the corner as the man walked further down the street. Kneeling he was short enough that if the vampire heard him, he would probably miss if he had a gun on him. Most of the supernaturals didn't wear weapons, having natural ones of their own, but now would be one hell of a time to be wrong.

Keen eyes saw the man look at the piece of paper in his hand. Panzer had to swallow back a sound of disgust. The man should have memorized the address before arriving, rather then having incriminating evidence of a meeting. The man seemed to realize he had been misled, and that is when Panzer cautiously slipped from between the buildings to stand on the street, hand hovering near the opening in his jacket, ready to go for his gun. A startled vampire was seldom a happy vampire. Standing a few feet from the building he waited for the man to see him, though he was prepared to dive back into the alley.

Him, paranoid? Nahhhh.

[redemption]

Truth was, he knew he was being followed. He threw the piece of paper over his shoulder and looked towards the man. The only thing written on the thrown piece of paper was a smilie face and the words "haha".

A small sigh escaped his lips as he made his way towards his follower. He was not angry, more than a little annoyed, but not angry. Though he figured with enough of an issue that could easily be changed. He made sure to walk at human speeds the entire time he was here, but now he changed that, using his celerity to be right next to the man. "Are you the one I was told to find? Or are you the one that sent me? You do not seem like much of a wolf, if that's what you are..."

His voice was strong, but quiet, a light Russian accent flowing along with his words. His rich mahogany eyes showed no meaning, no emotion, just the constant bloodlust that any vampyre of his standards would have. He did not desire blood though, just the vast knowledge that one could obtain by being immortal. He was definitely not one to be toyed with, and wondered why there was even a false address.

"Tell me... It is rather risky out here for a human don't you think?" He asked, a smirk crossing his face and making those long fangs of his hang on the corners of his lips. This proved that he was in fact a vampyre. And seemingly not one that appreciated merciless killing, at least, not one without good reason.

[jaspersable]

He watched cautiously as the man made a beeline for him. He expected him to use vampire powers, and so by the time the man had appeared before him he had his Browning drawn with the safety off and held before him, though it was pointing at the ground and not the vampire. His record for drawing a handgun was 0.067 seconds, faster then the blink of an eye. He didn't even flinch when the vampire suddenly stood in front of him; he had played this game before, and had so far won everytime. When you're playing with the supernaturals, you'd best have some damned good reaction times. His facial expression was set on unimpressed, with a faint touch of a sneer curling his lips.

He listened quietly as the vampire spoke, not looking into his eyes but rather watching his body for minute signals should he try to get the upper hand. At the last comment though, Panzer shrugged and finally made eye contact, though the shrug was unintentional. Damned tics.

He raised his gun slightly and arched an eyebrow. "Do you think I'm worried?" He wasn't impressed by the show of fangs. It was his experience that only the young and cocky vampires showed their fangs. The older vamps could smile and not show a hint of fang, allowing them to blend in better. But this man hadn't even tried hiding what he was, and it made Panzer think less of him.

The fact that the man had to ask if he was a wolf, even though he corrected himself, also belittled him in Panzer's mind. Just what kind of people were Izan hiring nowadays anyways? "Depends what you're looking for. People come to me when they need weapons." He looked the vampire up and down, sizing him up. "Why are you looking for wolves anyways?"

[redemption]

Cristian sighed. He was an elder vampyre, but that just made him all the more arrogant. He wasn't really one to care what other people thought of him, he was nobility after all.

He looked at the weapon the man held. "Just a hunch." was the only response he could hold for such a person. In fact, he had decided he didn't like this man already. A human by the smell of him. He was looking for wolves. The ones that the weapons deal always seemed to go sour on.

"Why are you following me?" He wanted a straight answer, though he knew he probably would not get one from this man. He was planning to kill him one way or another, though his methods of violence were always put off when it came to missions. He was only a spy, not an assassin.

Another sigh escaped his lips as he looked back down the empty street. There was a real address, and he knew he needed to make it there before the wolves did, but this human, this lowly creature, was standing in his way of doing the mission he needed to do. If the man would not answer him, he would have no choice but to kill him, to get rid of any evidence he may have collected of Cris working for Izan. You never knew who anyone was working for nowadays.

[jaspersable]

This night was going to be a long one, especially if the man before him continued to be so dense. Panzer narrowed his eyes in irratation, though he remained in a shooting stance, the gun raising marginally, though it still wasn't pointed at the man. "I suggest you watch your tone of voice. Your superiors are not happy with you," He said, eyes once more watching the man for any indication of him trying vampire speed against him. He had been warned this one was arrogant, but seeing it for himself, he thought arrogant was an understatement. The vampire already had the look in his eyes saying he would sooner kill him then listen. Fine with him.

"I'm head of weapons dealing within Izan." Panzer raised his gun and finally pointed it at the vampire. He took a breath and steadied himself, the world going silent within his head as he allowed his mindset to show on his face. He knew his eyes were dead, and that the death of the man in front of him was visible on his face. He let the man see that he had no problem squeezing the trigger, and extinguishing his undead life. "They call me Ares."

There was nothing but him and the man before him in his mind. The vampires next actions would dictate what he himself would do, and he could guarantee he would be the last man standing. He hadn't become a head of Izan by being a flake.

[redemption]

The male sighed and turned towards the other, making no major movements, after all, the gun would probably hurt if nothing else. He looked him in the eye, he wouldn't do anything to get killed. He didn't care what the higher ups thought about him, he always got his job done and without fail or problem every time.

He would listen, he was, after all, more likely to listen and talk a situation out, than fight in one. It was how he had survived as long as he had. "I have heard of you. You're the one that sent me on this mission in the first place, or... Someone did because they heard that someone was trading off weapons to the wolves. That surely wouldn't be their own head now would it?"

He lifted one of his fine eyebrows in question as he looked bemusedly at the other male. Cristian was a bit, okay, a lot, different than him. Cristian wasn't armed, he didn't need to be. He was good at fighting all on his own. Besides, he was doing his job, and he was doing it well. He was meant to question. He wasn't an assassin, he wasn't there for violence. He was there to spy, to move around in the shadows, to be undetectable, but that was a bit harder when Izan was involved. He would know, he worked for them.

[jaspersable]

Lactic acids had started to build up in his arms. This pose was not meant to be held for very long, and already his arms were complaining. He kept the Browning trained on the vampire, his hands steady despite the buildup. He knew the look in the vampires face, that look of survival. Now whether the man was going to attack him or be compliant was the real question. What mode of survival did the man run on? The ammo in the handgun was enough that were he to shoot the man from this range, he'd be damn near able to stick his foot through the hole. Some of the older vampires could heal that much damage, but two more shots into the head and their brains were smeared all over the pavement, and they didn't get up. Destroying both the heart and brain seemed to be the only way to kill the tough bastards, and god forbid if you shot the higher brain and left the lower. He'd seen vampires escape with only half a head, the lower functions being enough for them to escape and recover.

Panzer scowled. Him, betray Izan? It would be a cold day in hell before he'd allow some vampire to even suggest such a thing. People had died from lesser rumors. "Watch your damned mouth. Fucking faggot!" It was no surprise his Tourette's had finally acted up. After all, his loyalty was something he took very seriously. His arms had dropped slightly in his bout of Tourette's, and now he raised them back up to aim the gun once more at the vampires chest. Even the slight rest had allowed the lactic acid to settle, and he could hold the pose much longer now.

"You are talking to a superior. I suggest you be more dogfucker! More respectful." He cleared his throat, but otherwise tried to ignore his own words. If he paid attention to it, it would just become worse. "I am here to accompany you to the deal. I need to know why my men keep dieing, and Izan can't afford to lose anymore members to those fucking fleabags. So if you're done grandstanding, I suggest we dicklicker! We get a move on."

((OOC: Italics are Tourette's. Swears not italicized are just his potty mouth.))

[redemption]

((i kinda figured that. And No one likes Cris because i choose to make him that one person no one likes, but he's to important to kill))

Cristian smiled. Head or not, he wasn't one to truly care what they thought. He was for himself on most things. That's why he was there. No other reason. He was there simply because he was bored. Besides, he already thought little of someone who talked so freely of Izan in such a wolf ridden area. "Superior? I think not. I am my own man." He responded, in more of a way that said they were not alone any more and he shouldn't shout such things about a secret organization, than to tell him off. No, he was much smarter than to mouth off to a weapons dealer.

Though he supposed he didn't really care either way. He was pretty much on his own anyways, just being sent out by that dreaded human to spy on pitiful things. Was Izan going to the dumps so quickly? Most of the heads had a better chance of dying than their underlings. The thought of how disgusting the human race was seemed to make him shudder a bit. He wasn't sure why Izan had such pitiful creatures as leaders... No matter. He was going to get his chance one of these days.

[jaspersable]

Panzer's cellphone beeped in his pocket, and he switched his stance to so that he held the gun in one hand so that he could fish his phone out of his pocket. It would leave his jacket lopsided because of the ammo in the other pocket, but he already had a gun on the vampire. Without taking his eyes off the man he flipped open his phone. "Sir, there is an adolescent caucasian male approaching your location."

Panzer closed the phone and put it back in his pocket, giving the man before him cold eyes. "Company," He said simply, holstering his gun and standing straight, crossing his arms across his chest. The pose allowed his hand to be close to his gun, though if the vampire decided to attack now, he'd probably be forced to try for the wrist blades. His reaction time was good, but this close the vampire had the advantage.

He used his peripheral vision to search the area, his mind taking note of everything for review later. If his superiors were to ask about this exact moment in time, all he'd have to do would be to close his eyes and he could give a perfectly accurate description of everything. He scowled at the vampire. "Friend of yours, bloodsucker?"

[redemption]

The vampyre shook his head. "No friend of mine I assure you." His voice was low. Another vampyre would have been able to hear him, but no human would, he prayed it was the second option, humans would be easier to kill if they were a threat. His mahogany eyes scanned the area, and suddenly, he saw the movement of the approaching being, who was actually stopped, only about 50 feet away, but in the darkness. No human would be able to tell that he was there. The wicked grin on the other male's face was a bit unnerving to Cristian. He didn't see any fangs, human indeed.

"I feel... there might be something wrong here. It's a human... But.. It doesn't seem normal. I smell blood on him. Lots and lots of blood..." Cristian responded. If they were in for a fight, they would definitely have their hands full, even together. Bel was on of Izan's top assassins. "He's Izan too. I recognize him. Only ever saw him the once, but he was carrying someone's dismembered head through the offices to his Head as a 'present'."

Cristian watched the male. He couldn't see his eyes, though no one really ever could. He wondered how the assassin was so accurate under all of that hair. He didn't know if the information would help the weapons dealer, but he figured it might. "Out to the left, about 50 feet or so, just beside that tree, a little close to the ground..."

[jaspersable]

Perhaps he shouldn't have holstered his gun after all. He had been expecting a regular citizen out on a late night stroll, and was instead being faced with one of the local nutcases. Just his luck. If it had been a normal citizen, he would have played normal back. But if a vampire admits there is a lot of blood on the person, then something was obviously wrong. He drew his gun again and pointed it at the ground.

"Well, isn't this a nice assraping motherfucker! Nice reunion of members now, isn't it?" Panzer finally tore his eyes of the vampire, trusting his instincts that whatever was out there in the dark was more worthy of his attention then the man beside him. He kept the vampire in his peripheral vision though. No need to be stupid just because something worse comes along. His shoulders were beginning to twitch a little though, and that would be no good if he had to shoot someone.

Following the vampires directions, Panzer finally raised his gun and aimed it where the vampire said. The shakes in his shoulders stopped as he grounded himself and tried to see through the darkness to no avail. "Come out slowly with your hands up where I can see them!"

[redemption]

((wtf are you now a cop? lol))

Cristian watched as the boy moved farther back into the darkness, disappearing, his small chuckle still ringing a little in the air. "He is out of range now... But he's still here somewhere. Let's just go get this deal over with..."

He moved away from the building and off to where the deal was supposed to go down. He kept a very wary eye on the surrounding darkness, in the shadows where this person was. Izan or not, he was a threat.

((posting from bel's pov now, still third person, just switching. Too lazy to log out and back in.))

Creeping silently through the trees, behind the houses, anything to keep the two of them in sight. He moved almost fluidly through the shadows, almost as if he were a part of them, his wicked smirk never leaving his face. He was an odd one indeed.

The knives in their holster made no noise, and that was they way it should have been. He smirked wider as they reached their destination. Truth was, he had been hiding in the shadows the whole time, through out all of the deals. Killing both participants and then taking whatever cash for himself, and turning the weapons back to Izan, in secret of course.

He was smart, no one could lie about that one. Anything to make a quick kill, and a quick buck or two. He smirked. He could tell the vampyre of the two of them was on to him. He knew the leech could smell the blood on him from a mile away, even if he had just taken a bath. This was him game now.

[jaspersable]

Panzer took a moment to bring himself out of that silent place in his head he went to when he was preparing to kill. "Something tells me he's not going to cockfucker! To just leave so peacefully." His eyes scanned the darkness before his finally holstered his gun for the second time that night. He doubted it would be the last time. He gave the man beside him a frown. "He'll be back. I have an idea that he may know something about these sour deals."

He fell into step beside the vampire, his eyes sweeping the street and nearby buildings. Kid or not, the boy was a member of Izan, and therefore was potentially dangerous. Izan didn't usually hire pussies, and he'd hate to let his guard down only to be stabbed in the back. Speaking of which, he turned to the vampire. "Keep your eyes and ears open for the kid. I don't want him cuntass fucktard! Him to sneak up behind us or attack from above. Your senses are better, so now's your chance to prove you're not betraying us."

There was no question as to who 'us' was. Izan was the local mafia, and if you fucked with one of the higher ups, shit would rain all over your parade.

[redemption]

Cristian nodded. He had no intention of betraying Izan, though he was sure that the assassin would. He wasn't too terribly sure what was going on anymore in Izan. Things seemed to be... Out of order. What were the heads doing? He looked around, watching not only for the boy, but for the wolves.

A noise caught his attention and he turned towards the shadows. "They're here. Let me do my part, you stay in the background." He cautiously moved forwards, his mahogany eyes darting back and forth. The vampyre heard the noises from the approaching werewolf. He looked over at Cristian and growled a little. A wolf or not, the deal was supposed to happen.

"Are you the one that ordered something... special?" Cristian asked. The other male crossed his arms and nodded, throwing a large amount of money down between the two of them. "The weapons for the combination."

Cristian thought about that for a few minutes. Combination huh? They were getting smarter. He went into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of.. something.

The other male smiled. This was just what he wanted. He supposed they were getting smarter as well. He lay the envelope on top of the briefcase and waited for the wolf to read through it's contents. His eyes were scanning the area more often now, as the scent of blood wafted through the air.