A shot in the dark (Invite)

[dio]

New York's Lower East Side. The location, Club 30...a seedy low level dive where some of the cities less desirable citizens go to "have fun". On this night, this club was especially busy. Inside were representatives of Sabstien Gallas' "group". Some rather high ranking ones. Outside stands the man known as "Absolution". His signature hoody covering his face. Over his eyes, blood red colored shades. He stands leaned against a street pole, bobbing his head up and down. The song playing on his Ipod...Nas' "Made Ya look". He cracks his knuckles and thinks to himself.

Showtime...

He makes his way to the front door, where two door men stand. A pair of real unsurly looking guys. One, a heavy set man with a long beard. Obviously a biker. The other, a tall, slender Black man. His hair tide back in a ponytail. The heavy man stops him ans says...

Invitation only, pal. If yer name's not on the list, take a hike.

He responds...

Oh but it is. Just look under the name "Move before I kick your ass". That's me.

Yea, that pissed him off. With out even so much as a warner, the larger man takes a swing at him. But he may as well just stuck his face out to get clobbered. His wild swing is weaved with ease, and he's clocked with a well placed uppercut to the bud of the jaw. He stumbles back, dazed by the blow. The young man soars into the air and follows with a flying snap kick, putting the fat man down for the count. He swiftly turns to the other man an smirks...

I'm betting you want some of what he just got right?

The tall man lunges at him. What does these guys have with attacking wildly? Though he was obviously faster then the fat man, his attack better in it's result. The young man ducks his lunge, and connect with a stiff knee to his gut. Tall man doubles over, clutching his stomach. Wide open. He grabs Tall man by his ears, and lift his knee into his skull. If it were Mortal Kombat, his head would have probably came off. A stream of blood spews from mouth as he falls to the floor faster then Tony Stewart to a finish line. Many onlookers are stunned how one man just dropped two much larger men with ease. He cracks his neck, looking at those trying to enter the club as well and says...

Looks tonight's free, people.

He pulls out his Ipod and changes the song. Smack My Bitch Up by The Prodigy. He opens the door and enters...

[sab]

Inside, Sabastien sits with his generals, as well as the lovely Celeste. Sipping a glass of Cristal, He looks to Celeste.

I trust you've been staying on top of 'zis little issue. We are one 'ze verge of truly taking 'ze upper hand in 'zis. I can't have ANYTHING hinder progress.

Celeste responds.

But of course, Monsieur Gallas. My people are on top of 'zings. My question to you is what are we to do about Devlin.


An evil smile crosses his face.

I under-estimated his skill. He's quite good when pushed to his limits. But I'm better. I shall NOT make 'zat mistake twice.

Soon after speaking, One of his people whisper in his ear that the club has a "visitor". Gallas is alomst certain who this man is coming to see.

Go and entertain him a bit...

[dio]

Inside the club was just like any other club of it's ilk. Dark, Smokey, and dank. The booming base of the trance music being played serged through the floor, as bodies moves and grooved to the beat. This might have been a nice place to hang in a past life. But his purpose now was clear. To find answers. And Gallas was the name given to him. he spots the stairs that leads to the VIP rooms. As if on cue, several men pour down from the stairs, all eying the young man.

So much for the element of surprise.

One of the men address him...

You there. We know of what you did outside. State your business here.

He smirks as he responds.

Have a couple drinks, Listen to some tunes, kick a little ass. You know. The usual. Spare me the melodrama, pal. I know what you all are here for. You know what I'm here for. This can end one of two ways. You let me upstairs to see your boss, Or I beat the shit out of all of you, THEN I go up and see your boss. Even though I know which one you're going to choose. But I figured I'd at least give the option to choose. [/font][/b]

The group of men all take offense to his cockiness. One of them, an Asian gentleman steps forward and speaks.

You're some kind of idiot aren't you. One man versus six? Or shall I say one, because I'm all that's going to be needed to put you in your place.

Asian man takes up his stance. It was definitely Karate. The young man raises his fist, responding with his own flare.

You know what, Karate Kid. You can wax on wax off all you want. I'm still...kickin' yer ass.

Karate Kid takes the first shot. A barrage of punches and kicks. This guy was obviously well trained. His moves were fluid and effortless. Defending his attack was chore, but nothing above the young man's ability. He side steps a lunging blow, and takes his own offensive. The first blow landed, A swift shot to the gut. Karate kid's speed is halted instantly. Just the chance he needed. The next attack was a trio of kicks, one to the leg, the next to the gut, and finishing off with a side kick to his head. Karate stumbles, and that was the biggest mistake he made. The young man steps back and swift turn around, delivering one of his signature "Pele Kicks" right to his skull. He was down for the count. Right back to his feet, it appeared it was one down, five to go.

Who's next???

[sab]

Having scene the man disect one of his better fighters, Gallas stands atop the stair, Celeste by his side. He call down to him.

You there. Quite brave of you to come here and rough up one of my men. But tell me, why ARE you so eager to be "dealt with". I assume you know exactly what kind of man you deal with crossing me in such a manner.

He awaits the man's reply.

[dio]

He looks up to Gallas and smirks. Looking back at the fallen fool behind him, he responds.

Brave? I don't think so. What's brave is the fact that you hire second rate fighters. And here I thought you were some kind of boss. Let me bottom line it for you. I know of who you are. And more importantly, I know who's backing you. So let me cut to the chase. I wanna know who's the man up top. The old white guy sitting WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY up on Mount Olympus looking down on all us mere mortals. You tell me who he is, and How I can find him, and I'll be on my way.[/color][/font]

[sab]

Gallas rubs his chin in amazement. Whoever this man was, he knew more then he should. Gallas whispers to Celeste.

I wonder if 'zis man is part of 'ze little "resistance" we've been facing.

Celeste responds.

Doubtful sir. 'zey have no idea about 'ze operation. Nor any clue of "The Others". He must be something new.

Gallas responds to the man...

I must commend you on being thorough at 'ze very least. But I'm afraid I cannot accomidate 'zat request. You are in over your head, Monsieur. I would advise you quit playing 'zis silly game before you end up "disappearing".

[dio]

Just as he expected to hear. He shakes his head at Gallas' words.

Can't say I didn't see that coming. Oh well. Looks like I've got no choice...[/font]

He spins swiftly and cracks another guy in the face with a stiff left. The others all try to rush him, but are each dealt with in succession. One is hit with a series of punches capped off with an uppercut that sends him flying. The next dives at him, but he leaps high over him. Landing behind him, he scores a vicious reverse DDT on him. Bouncing back up to his feet, two more of the men try to attack, but he ducks them, punches one in the nose, leaps up and latches his legs around the others neck, and hurracanrana's him foot his feet, flipping him into a table. One last goon stands before him, this one with a knife. He attempts a few stabs at the man, but misses wide. He catches his arm in a vise, and bends it back, causing him to drop it. He then pops his hips and flips him clean over, the connecting with a solid straight, knocking him out. In the commotion, it appeared the club was clearing out. In the distance, sirens could be heard. He looks up to the ledge...

Gallas was gone. He thinks to himself...

SHIT!!! Tha' son of a bitch got away. He knows who the hell these MONARCHS are. And I'll find out what he knows even if I have to beat it out of him. Time to scram.[/font]

He calmly walks out of the club. As the police serge down the street, he simply turns his Ipod back on. This time his song of choice...Led Zeplin's Stairway To Heaven.

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