Finally, my Bounty Hunter's Guild mission is up. I think it is a day late, for that matter. Anyways, Im sure everyone is fine with it, considering that only Yapdap and I put our missions up. I feel that this was rushed (which it was) and doesn't have some really good show of effort. Some pictures are dark and blurry, too. Sorry bout that.
Without further ado, the first mission. It's in log form.
==LOG: ASSIGNMENT: RECLAIMER: BHGM246967==
(((24 June 2850--4:26
His name is Benry Gerfom, mid-40s, 5'11", 216 lbs, CEO of Gerfom Finances. Filthy rich, too. I have studied him for quite some time. What strikes me about him is his attitude--he invites people. Too many people. He could get himself killed that way, but I show no sympathy. For it is the Bounty Hunters' Guild who will eventually kill him anyway.
I leave in around an hour, to Spire C, the Thermous building. The Altilate district. Again, filthy rich. It gets to me sometimes.
Hopefully I don't come in contact with the Clouds. Nasty things, so I hear. So heavenly and so beautiful, yet who knew that it would contain such a mutative poison...another example of how man has twisted what used to be of God. I don't believe in him anymore. Not after what I hear about the fallout. God is gone now. If I offer him one prayer, then let it be my safety to the spire.
(((24 June 2850--6:39
I've arrived in the spire, and already I have to conceal myself. Sometimes I wonder whether or not being a sneaky hunter really makes sense. Camouflage is more of my style. I wish not to hide. For hiding only heightens the chances of getting found.
There are thousands of these pillars in these corridors--i guess it makes it somewhat easier to hide. I make sure to take advantage when I see a squadron of soldiers march by. I've seen these soldiers before, when spying. Rumor has it that they dye the scarlet uniform with blood of Gerfom's dead enemies. Propaganda, is what I say. The business world is a warzone in the 29th century, and I can tell you, I have seen much worse forms of propaganda than blood dye.
As the squadron walks by, I fear one of them has seen me--but I slink back into the shadows. My jet black suit and cape are perfect for this mission, and by no means will I get caught. But the stare of that soldier's eyes, with part of his face the only skin that shows on him, gets to me a bit. What if he was crying for help? I could only imagine the eyes, his eyes, trapped within a casing armor dyed with blood. Trapped within the dead blood of his enemies.
(((24 June 2850--12:53
Six hours. Painful. Six hours slinking back and forth, hiding within shadows, jumping behind pillars, in a heavy suit of armor. And now, finally, I have grown careless.
Three of them, all armed with blasters, have located me. I know that I could take out 30 of these men, let alone 3, but my assignment is clear. If anyone dies, my cover is blown, for then there is no one else to blame it on. So I flee.
I make sure that I have my SMG handy, but i don't fire it. I use the pillars as cover. I run past the stairs, making sure that the third soldier does not descend from them. I run, run, run. My heavy suit of armor makes it hard. I run, run run.
War makes me sad sometimes.
(((24 June 2850--16:47
I have finally accessed the air vents to the kitchen. Luckily, I only had two encounters when I actually had to flee, but I made sure that certain "accidents" would allow me to escape but not draw any attention to a possible intruder. Sometimes I wonder how stupid some of these security people are. So my "accidents" have given me free passes from failure. But not for long.
Two chefs are the only workers this early, by 17 o'clock we could possibly have 15. I must move quickly. I quickly unlatch the air vent, then I poke my self from it, examining the room. We have a roast fowl of some kind, 9 oz steak cooked rare, two chowanmushis, and the customary starting salad. It's a wonder where they get such fresh produce, because of the nuclear fallout. I guess Fatius has an agricultural industry headquarters on the other side of the planet.
The garden salad is my prime target. Quickly, I pour the substance into the salad from above, while both chefs are busy. The substance is an edible chemical polymer liquid (produced by F.I., obviously) that is a quick yet not fatal poison. It can start working in as fast as 2 seconds, yet it is odorless and tasteless. Plus, it looks like a vinaigrette. Perfect for tainting a salad.
I pour the substance, but I feel as if it flows like molasses, time seems to come to a standstill as I desperately look to see if the chefs have discovered me. I cannot let one drop of sweat fall into the food, for then I am discovered. Flows like molasses. I really do hate it when this happens.
(((24 June 2850--17:59
Now the plan shall unfold. After many days of observation, I know what to do next.
When I first came up with this plan, I was skeptical about its reliability to complete the assignment. Now, though, I feel as if it is the most ingenious thing to come unto this world since the man who nuked the Slums. It is very simple: I have observed that before every meal, Gerfom has his salad checked by his servant, James Kileinkov. Kileinkov was once a homeless man on the street, and I have learned that he has slowly tricked and weaseled his way up onto the top of the servant hierarchy, where he serves the great CEO himself. However, rumor has it that he is starting to get jealous of his master, like all slaves have done in history.
So I formulated an ingenious plan. I know that Kileinkov always mixes the salad with his own hands to check if there are any poisonous or sharp objects hidden within the salad: business these days is for the kill. So with the polymer dumped in as the salad dressing, Kileinkov will mix it, getting the substance all over his hands while also evenly spreading the poison throughout the salad and, eventually, into Gefrom's mouth. Then, the evidence will be planted on Kileinkov, and he will have no way to get rid of the polymer on his hands, for I tampered with the water supply.
I say ingenious.
I notice Kileinkov mixing the salad, that customary puzzled expression on his face. He will never be able to solve this one.
Gefrom has two visitors today. One claims to come from a galaxy far, far away, and the other was once a dinosaur archaeologist back when people still cared about that stuff. He smiles, happy to talk to these people. I plan to record his last words before he blacks out.
Two security guards: easy work if this gets out of hand. But I am so confident, that I know that this could not go out of hand.
*Gefrom slumps over the table, salad pushed aside, and blood starts pooring out of his mouth, his mind lost in blackness.* Kileinkov: Ma...Mas...Master! Master! Somebody get help!
And so there is chaos.
I watch while the security raises their guns and points them at the invited businessmen, Kileinkov in the corner, shocked at what he had done. And he still had that expression on his face.
An innocent demise, I guess I would have to call it. But business is business, and business is warfare in these parts. So I end with that. Old Gefrom isn't dead, but I will see what I can do.
Fourth Wall Pics
The second area, or the attack scene.
A shot of the stairs, the walls, and the pillar. The pillars I just reused everywhere, but they look pretty cool I must say. Oh, and if you haven't noticed, I ALWAYS use the sideways plate technique for the walls. So good.
The hiding pic.
In the kitchen. This is my fav area so far.
Our red-haired chef prepares a drink for Gefrom. It's called vodka, and yes, it has existed from more than a millenium ago.
More kitchen detail.
Pouring the liquid. I must say, the way I got him to hang upside-down is pretty ingenious, but it took a long time for me to make it look like he was actually pouring something.
Finally, the banquet scene.
Hiding behind the shadows. I'm telling you, he's a boss.
Well, if you were impressed, please comment on what I did right. If you're not impressed, please comment on what i did wrong. Or you could just comment anyways. If you're interested in this kind of awesome stuff, please join BHG at http://www.mocpages.com/group.php/16674. Thanks for looking!
Quoting Specialist Ash "Boom" McK.
Hey, remember that guy named General Ash Mck? Well, I am him. My little sister deleted my account (grrrrr.....) and I started over. I will post some of my creations tomorrow.
Great. I love the pouring technique. You might even hate my character. He's the owner of the stock market. Not very public, but it is profitable. Only the members of the guild and one other know he is a rich man.