As he god knocked down by the huge hyanas, and it landed ontop of him, his hand quickly guided the flamer to be semi maglocked to his tigh, while his other hand went for his gladius with great speed. his bionic hand then grapped the snout of the hyana, as the gladius then came in and stabbed into the neck, severing arteries and actually snapping the spine with the violint stab, he then kicked the creature off, him, and quickly tried to get back on his feet, only to be met by the other one curretly going for him, it tried to pounce him, but far quicker creature had tried such tactics, as early as the last mission, and with deft speed, the hyana found the gladius stabbed into its open mouth, and protuting from its skull. He then got the final way up, and flung his arm, so the hyana fell on the gladius.
<Feron> Wonderful. Taking a moment to read it over he began relaying the information through his visor to Dart and sharing it vocally through their team vox. "Identified a contract on our target. Arbites Commander by name of Xander wants Steven Wade dead, noted to lead a gang called 'The Screaming Sons'. Judging by this track list of crimes it wouldn't be a hard bet to assume he rules this Hive and has eyes everywhere. " Letting his vox drop he re-engaged Don. "Hundred of those credits are yours if you can do me the favor of getting me the names of others on the hunt here, alias, locations, anything. Give you a cut of whatever I find on 'em as well if I decide things need to get nasty. " Might as well keep playing this on as long as possible, perhaps get the names of folks who might have better information than they did.
<Lysander> The Investigator gave the salesmen a sly smile, one that matched a man who had found what he came for. "Really now? How much would it cost me for anything, and I mean everything, involving a Mr. Steve Wade? I was hoping to get in contact with him. Had an old friend who used to work for him back in the day, and was wondering what the fuss was all about."
"You Vermin Dare." Volorox Roared as he brought up his other foot and stomped the worms off of his leg plate leaving a gore splatter stain on the ground and his foot. he ripped another off with his hand and threw it into the fire causing another small worm the explode due to being over heated. He kept moving as another worm came at him with his Reflexes he Dodged the worm as it came at him.
<Team Alpha> Salesman's eyes widened with horror as he began closing his maps. "Don't know who that person is and even if I did, I don't want to have anything with it. Please, you got your maps, now leave." In the split of the second, much faster than some would think this guy was capable of achieving, Don pulled out a modified shotgun behind the counter and aimed it square in Feron's chest. "This is Accatran pattern combat shotgun, modified in a way it can fire up to 10 shells in less than 5 seconds, deadly at close range. So now you gonna tell me who you're working for or I'm gonna stick this thing in your ass and make you bleed, scumbag. You and that ratling piece of shit that is trying to hide behind you."
<Feron> Bionic limb sprung forth to slam the barrel down against the counter fully intent on crushing the barrel with his palm. "Bout time we cut to the point. We work for ourselves and we've interest in Mr.Wade, looking for a proper employer who might be able to get us a cozy little gig in this Hive. " At last proper power armored limb was revealed to try and grab Don around the throat. "You're going to tell us exactly where he is too, lest I end up seeing that piggish little thing you call a soul ripped apart shred, by shred until they're tiny enough morsels I could spear them into your head in place of each missing hair before casting you to what lurks just beyond the veil of this world. " Hunching forward and allowing the crimson lenses of his helm to shine from under the peak of his hood a growl left his lips, distorted into something a bit less human by his vox-grill. "Make my day, or make a demons. Your call Don, I think a shrewd businessman such as yourself can tell what the better deal is. "
Amraphel memorized the map of the underhive in his mind, the rabble calling themselves the 'Screaming sons' resided in hab block F and if Steve Wade was indeed their leader they now knew their target. He switched to the Teams Vox channel and said:"The screaming Sons inhabit hab block F and there is a good chance of him being there and if we don't find him there we should just wreak a lot of havoc in his hq, then Wade would that think another gang is attacking his base and would quickly return to save it. In any case this new Information has made our task a lot easier; and Brother Feron would you leave the poor man alone, we really dont Need any unessercary Attention."
<Lysander> "Hey, slow down. If this guy is such a pushover, I'll take my leave. But I'll pay highly if you can at least point me in the right direction." The Investigator made to keep the man stationary, wording his needs with care so that the salesmen knew that he was in no danger. Grabbing a hold of the rest of the coins in his pocket, Lysander tossed them on the table as a show of good faith. "And while your at it, what can you tell me about the gangs in this town."
<Angelous> "An experts work. Reminds me in the reports of your beloved Haroldheim II Secundus." Angelous said casually as he ran a self-diagnosis, making sure to have each bit of scrap code purged. <Steinar 'this gets really troublesome!' Greywold> As blood was drawn, something ticked the good Wolf so badly off, that it summoned the Biggger, Badder Wolf! "YOU DARE TO BITE ME?! LET ME SHOW YOU HOW A WOLF BITES!" He roared at the creatures, not falling to his knees as he lets them have his blood. Simply and ice-cold he would bring each blade down the moment they tore through the armor. They would be stuck enough in Ceramite and Adamantium to allow him the swing to succeed. Sure he paid with blood, but they paid with lives. Ferocious they might be, but even more stupid than Greenskins!
