Holy Shit, Power Rangers!

[rawful]

Charon was just as surprised by the answer. "It's not far, I walked here, so you don't have to worry about it." He didn't want the man going out of his way for him, not when he was there trying to make things easier for them. "I mean, really....you have enough to worry about." He flicked his eyes over in Dominic's direction as an indication of his meaning. The weather was even nice and everything, even if it was probably dark by now.

[rawful]

"If you insist."

Two nurses came back with a wheelchair and helped Dom into his seat. Before they left Giovanni looked back at Charon.

"Thanks."

[TempoPrestissimo]

Charon gave a sort of shrug, a small smile on his lips. "Hey, no problem..." Now to go home and explain to his room mate why there was a pair of bloody jeans on the living room couch.

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Sylvan pulled his mask off, tossing it aside. He felt...wonderful. Of course, he had business to take care of, he had to orientate their new associate, but after that, well... He was going to appropriate Avalon. And perhaps Vesdel. If the fellow in question didn't argue...

"Hold on just a minute and I will explain everything." An outstretched hand, a snap of his fingers, and Sylvan's appearance reverted back to his scholarly looks, glasses and all. "First and foremost, my name is Sylvan, this lovely creature is Avalon, and that fellow over there is Vesdel. You are John." Smiling, he held out his hand to the man. "And we just broke you out of prison. So far it's a rather productive week for us." he said. "Also, an asset? My apologies. With a little more information, I might just be able to retrieve it for you..."

[Ghost Raziel]

John just stared at Sylvan's hand, his face a mix of rage and disgust.
"a mafia leader, Anthony, now why the fuck am I here?" Johnsaw no need to play nice, sure they'd broken him out of prison, but he had already been working on his way out anyway.

[TempoPrestissimo]

Sylvan, laughing, tucked his hand back in the pocket of his slacks. He wasn't offended by John's anger, really... he was amused by it. He couldn't not be. His mood was too good to be bothered. "Well, I will have to rectify that. Anthony, you said his name was? Any chance you could give me a surname...?" He asked, genially. Already a plan was forming in his head how to use this to his best advantage, but he put that on hold to answer John's question. "I'm taking over the world. You have an impressive and violent military history. i thought you could be right at home getting paid to be a homicidal maniac." He offered.

[rawful]

Vesdel waved politely at the new arrival, clearly put off by his sudden bouts of anger, shying away from the crowd out of sight and out of mind until Sylvan needed him for something in particular.

[Ghost Raziel]

John grinned when he realized he was gonna get paid to kill people.
"Anthony Fetuccini..." John then took a better look around, glaring at the small man who waved, John only responded with a quiet grunt.
"so if you're out to take over the world or whatever, why the hell do you need a murder man?"

[TempoPrestissimo]

Sylvan took the name and tucked it away in his memory. Anthony Fetuccini... He could use that. His connections would help him track the man down, hopefully, and his magic would help him along the way. "Oh, John... Everyone needs a murder man..." Sylvan shook his finger at the man. "You'll be housed, paid, and otherwise provided for as long as you are in my service. All I will need from you, well, that should be mostly things that you enjoy. You know, wreaking havoc... killing people. I found you because you stood out for how much you seemed to like it, so... Do we have a deal?" He asked pleasantly. Tonight would be for relaxing... tomorrow he'd go out to find the man, before he got too far.

[rawful]

Anthony got off his flight, his trip was simple and uncomplicated. No luggage, no problem. There was a man waiting for him with his car holding a sign with his name on it. "Param Sujay."

Param hopped into his car and drove off.

[Ghost Raziel]

"we'll see how it goes." He grunted and nodded his agreement.
"so what'll I be expected to do during the downtime?" John was expecting to be rudely declining any job Sylvan gave him, but he'd have to wait and see really.

[TempoPrestissimo]

Sylvan rubbed his hands together, thrilled internally but only a smile on his lips. "Brilliant. Well, you'll be taking care of our distractions. Mass violence on a very human scale... But! You just got here. Why don't you get some food, get some rest, and get settled in. Just enjoy your freedom. I have some things I need to get ironed out. You'll know when it's your time to shine, I promise." He winked at John. "There's a free room down the hall and you have free reign of the kitchen. Make yourself right at home. I promise I'll get the killing started as soon as I can."

After dismissing John (though it was polite, that is what it was in the end, a dismissal). Sylvan turned to Avalon and Vesdel, flashing a another brilliant smile. "Now... Well..." He paused for a moment...and then started laughing. It was a brief flash of an ecstatic villain's cackle before he cut himself off short and looked at them, mildly embarrassed. "I...ah... Sorry about that... But, I think we have reason to celebrate..." He took Avalon's hand, and then smiled at Vesdel. "Work in the morning... But we could get a lot done tonight..."

---

The next morning Sylvan woke up early indeed... but rested and content. His bed was a little more full than normal... And it was his bed at the base, not at home. No matter, he as happy. And, judging from the night before both Avalon and Vesdel would be as well. Of course, the latter they had to be gentle with. But Sylvan had always gone to lengths to run a smooth operation and that included having employees that are well taken care of.


"No need to get up, my dear." Sylvan rolled over and kissed Avalon's forehead. "I should be back before dinner. If I am not, don't fret. Be a sweetheart and mind the house." He whispered to her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him sleepily. "Okay master..."

He got up, showered, dressed, and left without any other words to anyone. He had a fellow to track down. What would it take? A few phone calls... and a few surprise visits to the less savory in order to get his answers. Then, it was all planes. India was a far place. It was good that he knew at least a little of the language. Even better, he knew how to blend in.

It was hardly an easy job. Anthony Fettucine was mafia. He wasn't going to make it easy. But Sylvan was a clever man, a tricky man...and a scary one when he had to be. So it was working... but it was dark by the time he managed to find the man's residence. Param Sujay. A good name. An easy to miss name. But not easy enough. Now, how to approach this? The house was small but tidy. It looked like it was just him there. That set him apart as one of India's middle class, a large group of people but not large enough to hide him.

Sylvan thought that forward was better. So, he stepped right up and knocked on the man's door. Sylvan stood there in his usual clothes with one change; he wore no suit jacket. That left him no place to hide a firearm. And, it was clear that he wasn't wearing a bullet-proof vest. He wasn't here to start a fight.

[rawful]

Vesdel lay next to Avalon, still asleep, muttering sweet nothing to an "Anna" in his rest. Last night was an eye opener. He didn't even know he was still fully operational until he tested it "for science." He snored away contently in Sylvan's bed.

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And what a spot it was. Param's house was one of the many identical plaster white houses in a clustered over crowded complex with infinite narrow winding passageways. Sylvan had to have quite the eye, really good resources, or both.

The knock on the door froze him into shock for a moment. Quietly he put his newspaper back onto the table and silently slunk into the living room and hid. The back door was easily accessible, he could easily make a break for it, but he'd have nowhere to come back to. Cursing in his head mentally he waited behind the living room door for the person to either leave, or be unlucky enough to find him.

[TempoPrestissimo]

Sylvan hadn't really expected an answer, but it was worth trying to be polite. He slid a hand in his pocket and pulled out his keys, complete with a lockpick. The lock looked the same on the outside as every other house in the city, but, of course, it's inner workings were a little more complicated. Sylvan had practice and patience, and both payed off when it clicked open a few moments later.

He opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. The man wouldn't shoot right away; he'd want to know who was after him. Sylvan kept his hands raised and in clear view, showing himself to be weaponless, and stepped further into the house. "Mr. Sujay, or, Mr. Fettuccine. My name is Sylvan. I am not a cop, nor am I a bounty hunter. I'm also unarmed and have no idea if you can hear me. So even if it's a warning shot, it would be nice to know before I keep talking." He looked to be in some sort of living room and he waited there. Unless he was shot in the head (and possibly if he was, depending...) a bullet wound wouldn't be a problem if Anthony got touchy. "I'm here with a business proposition, if you're interested. Might be a way to get you back to a society you're more used to hiding in..."

[rawful]

Param struggled hard to suppress a chuckle. Not a cop, if he had a nickle every time he heard and believed that, he'd have no fucking nickles, because he wasn't a retard. Maybe all it took was a nice pair of legs to convince his friend but things were going to be different. He also didn't believe for the life of him that the guy wasn't armed, but he considered himself a gentleman and would do him the courtesy of giving him a warning shot right into the back of his head..

[TempoPrestissimo]

Sylvan wasn't exactly impervious but he was sort of dealing with someone who was part business man, part killer, part pragmatist, so he was ready for injury and how to deal with it. He was expecting a chest shot, not a head shot, but he could deal....

Though it did leave him with a considerable amount of blood on his clothes and a throbbing migraine.

Sylvan pulled himself up off the ground with a groan and retrieved his glasses from where they had fallen. " Sort of expected that. All out of your system now I hope...?" With less grace than normal he pulled himself again to his feet, blinking a little as his brain rearranged itself. That was one heck of a headache.

"My shirt is ruined..." Sylvan said quietly to himself, shaking his head, touching the darkened fabric with his fingertips. They came away red and sticky. "You could shoot me again if you'd like to waste the ammunition, but I'd really prefer if you didn't. It rather hurts."