Who: Sabretooth NPCs: A few When: Friday late afternoon Where: New York City What: M meeting Rating & Warnings: " PG " mild very mild gore
It was one of those days, it was raining, the sky smelt like a thunder storm was on the way and Sabretooth was well aware he stuck like a big wet cat. All in all the next person that came across him was going to have their throats cut, he was pissed off of waiting, in fact he was more than pissed off. Even when the contact did show, he was going to wait a few minutes until they spilled what the job was, and then he was going to slit their throats for them for being ten minutes late. He picked up a scent on the air, it was fleeting and it was of someone that didn’t want to be detected. They’d moved out of the air flow, got themselves down wind, but not quite quick enough for the soggy old cat not to have found their scent in the air. Amber eyes glinted and shone in the semi darkness that the cloud cover was providing. He sniffed at the air, deliberately, whoever it was playing the hiding in the shadows game would know that at the moment their scent was not detectable, and due to Sabretooth’s known lack in length of concentration span, well whoever it was could assume, due to the way the cat slumped in a disinterested way, that he was no longer all too interested.
The thing was though, he was more interested in the new player, than he was in why he’d been there in the first place. He was far more alert than his body language let on, the meeting he was meant to be having, completely forgotten, as his ears tuned into the whole area, they may be down wind of him, but he could hear their heart beating, hear the air as it rushed into their lungs. The game was on, whoever it was were controlling their breathing, to the minimum, meant they were a professional and they weren’t just some asshole thinking if they stayed hidden they could mug the huge man stood around as if he were bored. Their heart beat was steady and calm, meant they knew partly what they were up against.
How much did they know? How prepared were they really? The waiting was going to probably drive Sabretooth into a rage, as he’d been bored before he’d picked up on the scent, but still he could remain patient for a while longer.
The sound of car entering the large multi-storey car park, rumbled into the fray, sounded like the car that he’d been expecting, but he no longer had the slightest bit of interest in that. Stranger of whom was still hiding moved, he picked up on the sound via the air, they were good, no one but one with enhanced senses would have picked it up, and even though Sabretooth was damn good at working out what certain sounds and the way the moved through the air meant the other person was doing, he was having problems figuring it out. His senses were not as well tuned as Wolverine’s and the thought of him gave Sabretooth a momentary need to snarl. He did however know for a fact that the one in hiding was not the mangy wolf, pity but sometimes something new to play with could be fun.
The car was getting closer, the someone in hiding, was moving again, now Sabretooth could pick it more clearly, they were moving with a purpose, staying out of the air current. They’d built up something metallic in the time he had problems working out what they doing. Probably assembled some kind of gun, was what was playing on his mind, and the only reason he knew they had such was due to the sound of it rustling against fabric, a sound that had not been present before. At first he’d believed they were there to try and get him, maybe catch him, maybe fight him, but it was becoming more than clear whoever it was, was after those arriving in the car. He heard a soft clunk, knew they were setting up some kind of sniper rifle, and that was when the big cat moved. Four pounces and he was alongside of them, a slightly built male, wearing black. Not very original now was it? Long sniper gun was rested over a concrete plinth, the person holding it seemed more mildly annoyed than anything else. They turned their head towards the cat mutant, and put a finger to their lips, as if that was actually going to keep Sabretooth from interfering? No such chance.
They had been paid to hit the man about to arrive in the car, they had enough training and enough information to know who Sabretooth was, knew how he worked and had just hoped he’d have been more than preoccupied with the one he was meant to be meeting. Only they didn’t know that the stupid cat had set his watch ten minutes fast and he’d got bored for waiting around for a meeting that in his mind was ten minutes late. Yet a good assassin should expect the unexpected. He was skilled more than skilled with hand to hand combat skills, his mutation was not the greatest as far as getting into a fracas with Sabretooth, He had stealth as far as telepaths were concerned, super human reflexes and super human agility. All things that were handy in an assassin but all things that Sabretooth himself possessed, all things he possessed and yet had other attributes, which made him fit the bill oh so much better.
Of course the psychosis did distract some, but at the current time, Sabretooth was going through a saner period. His thoughts more controlled, even if the attention span and limitations to concentration of any kind were still party to fluctuate.
The car pulled up, the mini assassin believed the cat was curious, he wasn’t. He was merely biding his time, and as the assassin got ready to fire off the killing shot, his head was removed from his neck, but five claws that liked the feel of flesh and blood coating them. The head fell to the ground, rolled before it came to a stand still at nice shiny expensive looking shoes. A voice that had a touch of an Italian accent drawled out, “well done, now how much do I owe you?”
So much for not doing what he was paid for. The body was tossed down next, the sniper riffle fell the ground and Creed leapt down afterwards, two huge feet stomping on the chest of the decapitated body. “Another job.” Got growled out.
A crack of thunder boomed out, the dark car now had one extra passenger, and it drove away leaving the body in a pool of still warm blood, the head however got itself flattened by the car as it reversed and turned around. To head back the way it had came.