02-14-2014, 05:41 PM
Hood barked a laug and let her go with a brief but hungry kiss. "Well, I killed a few of their buddies the other night, but this wasn't personal. This was a contract. Didn't notice them following us, and Koloman wouldn't have missed a tracker. Hell, the shits were probably already in the building, so they were after either me, or the owner of this suite. I'd guess the latter, since they didn't expect a fight."
Four men with sub-machine guns didn't seem to count as 'expecting a fight' to him. And considering how fast they had all been put down, it seemed an accurate statement. "Who provides your personal security? Best get them on the phone. These guys were Krasnyy Medved Security Solutions."
He nudged a body with his foot casually turning one of their gloved hands palm up and chuckling at the view. The gloves were brand new; probably fresh out of the plastic wrapper that day.
"Suppose I should phone my lawyers. You too, but doubt you'll need them. They'll let you go with a few questions."
He didn't actually seem concerned about having to deal with the police; he was almost literally standing on four dead bodies, and holding a smoking gun, but he didn't expect to see the inside of a cell. Pervaya Security has too many important people in it's Rolodex, and at the end of the day, it would be written up as self defense. Hell, the four dead operators probably wouldn't even be linked to the rival security company. Just a kidnapping/ransom plan gone awry.
He glanced out the window and wasn't surprised to see the flashing lights of police cars already screaming up to the building. They were in a rich part of town; the police responded to calls in the area far more aggressively then anywhere else in the city. He momentarily entertained the idea that the four men might have had a fifth manning a rifle in a building across the street, then discarded it with a scoff, and was proven right when he didn't get shot looking out the window.
Edited by Hood, Feb 14 2014, 05:42 PM.
Four men with sub-machine guns didn't seem to count as 'expecting a fight' to him. And considering how fast they had all been put down, it seemed an accurate statement. "Who provides your personal security? Best get them on the phone. These guys were Krasnyy Medved Security Solutions."
He nudged a body with his foot casually turning one of their gloved hands palm up and chuckling at the view. The gloves were brand new; probably fresh out of the plastic wrapper that day.
"Suppose I should phone my lawyers. You too, but doubt you'll need them. They'll let you go with a few questions."
He didn't actually seem concerned about having to deal with the police; he was almost literally standing on four dead bodies, and holding a smoking gun, but he didn't expect to see the inside of a cell. Pervaya Security has too many important people in it's Rolodex, and at the end of the day, it would be written up as self defense. Hell, the four dead operators probably wouldn't even be linked to the rival security company. Just a kidnapping/ransom plan gone awry.
He glanced out the window and wasn't surprised to see the flashing lights of police cars already screaming up to the building. They were in a rich part of town; the police responded to calls in the area far more aggressively then anywhere else in the city. He momentarily entertained the idea that the four men might have had a fifth manning a rifle in a building across the street, then discarded it with a scoff, and was proven right when he didn't get shot looking out the window.
Edited by Hood, Feb 14 2014, 05:42 PM.