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The Nashtons



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Named after Blake Q. Nashton, the architect responsible for much of Van Leugen's early development, the Nashtons are the 'suburbs' of Van Leugen. Encircling Leugen's denser, more-compact city-scape in an encompassing ring of domestic tranquility, the Nashtons are a disarming (and deceitful) introduction to anyone entering the metropolis for the first time. Houses aren't too cramped and the buildings aren't too tall. Parks and quaint beach houses dot the area while mom n' pop businesses thrive in the community's various marketplaces. Police protection keeps most of the hard-hitting criminals off the streets while art guilds, craft shops and a large university keep the locality's cultural identity intact. It's a remarkable contrast from the rest of the city: a nice place to live. A peaceful place. A safe place.

As with everything in the City of Liars, not all is as it seems. On the northern end of the Nashtons lies the most secure community in all of Van Leugen: Millsburin. A heavily secured neighborhood, Millsburin is the central domestic residency for Van Leugen's most distinguished citizens. Police commissioners, mayors' families, CEOs and big-bang politicians all make their homes in the lavish, obscenely ostentatious mansions of this high-end community. It is from here that the rich and corrupt launch their nefarious schemes for power and dig their corporate hooks into Van Leugan's already failing economy. All in all, it's a viscous contrast: the safest, nicest district in the city houses its most evil, deplorable characters...
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The Nashtons

The 'suburbs' of Van Leugen; the outermost and safest district in the city.

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The Nashtons is a part of Van Leugen.

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Chloë McGregor [72] "There are those that deserve the title of 'Civilized Being' and the rest need little more than extermination.
Ariadne Kale [43] The cold head of the Invictus' enigmatic Custodis Belua, taking a more active role in the day to day operations.
Sarai Elbaz [43] The current CEO of the Jupiter Corporation
Oded Elbaz [43] Playboy. Bachelor. Heir to the Throne.
Hikarii [42] Lady Luck
Stephen Bachmann [41] A mob hitman running from his family's past and his own. He can feel it closing in.
The Batman [30] "From this moment on...none of you are safe."
Pirandello/Kruger [24] The Security Forces of Pirandello/Kruger
Denzel McGregor [20] "I am so high right now.. I have no Idea what's going on..."
Black Widow Company [9] "Discretion is our mission."

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She couldn't see it, but The Hooded Man was smiling beneath his cloak. The McGregor woman was much more paranoid than he expected. Maybe Van Leugen was as bad as people said it was, and Chloe's probably didn't make her popular among those who made their fortunes through less-than-legal enterprise.

Maybe he and his employer should have known better. Chloe was a politician, giving change to homeless people was probably the closest she ever got to the mean streets of Van Leugen.

"One good reason would be that you can't, but I expect you to try anyways." The Hooded Man said, deep voice bellowing out from beneath his hood. "I like that you mention chatting, it's why I was sent here. The person I work for needs you, wants you, for their own goals." The Hooded Man informed Chloe.

"We know what you are. An Aschen. It seems to be your dirty little secret, at least from what we can see. You can guess that we're going to try using that against you, you can always jump in front of it. Bite the bullet, so to speak." The Hooded Man said, approaching the robot butler to get a better look at it.

You would almost think he hadn't broke into someone's home and that the police were on their way based on the man's body language alone.

"But, do you really think the Terran people would accept you so readily?" He asked, "Call off the cops, come speak to me. I'm under orders not to harm you, I'm just the messenger. Listen to my message in person, this is very impersonal."

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"Yeah that's not gonna happen." She said under her breath, with the microphone off before a monitor with a webcam on top of it flickered on, showing Chloe in her panic room, seated at a chair beside a large and complex control panel.

"It's not exactly a secret." She said, discreetly hitting the record button.

"But you seem to be mistaken, you see. I'm only a small bit of Aschen." She said cooly. "I was born here, and I've practically lived here all my life. There is no law preventing me from doing what I'm doing, nor am I infringing on anyone's rights." She said, her expression hardening.

"No this is as personal as it's getting, because I'm not going to take your word for it.

"Tell your Employer that I don't negotiate with criminals, especially those that try to deal in blackmail, and if he comes to my city to make trouble, I'll come for him as readily as I'll come for any other lawbreaker."

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"If my employer was interested in the law they would meet with you personally." The Hooded Man told Chloe, "We don't need to keep you from running for office. We just need to expose to the Terran people that your mother or father was sleeping with the enemy." He continued.

"Of course you'll gain followers, support, but do you expect these people to rally behind you? You may be a politcian, but even someone in your profession can't bullshit their way out of the shit-slinging your political rivals, every asshole with a blog, racist, and media outlet with an anti-Aschen slant is going to be doing." He told her.

"We can help each other. You have the politcal clout my employer needs, and my employer has the manpower you're going to need to clean up this city. We can put you on a bullet train to Prime Minister if you don't mind sacrificing some of your morals." The Hooded Man said to Chloe, presenting his employer's words as best he could.

He didn't enjoy being the messenger, he was just the only person in their employ who could get into places normal people couldn't. Prisons, castles, homes. That also made him dangerous when he used his other set of skills.

"I know you're recording this, security systems like this tend to have that going from the start. Maybe feeding directly to the local police, or some memory storage hidden under a fake rock in your yard." The man said, showing just how savvy he was.

"Your heritage will come back to haunt you, one day. I've seen this play out before. Save yourself, take us up on that offer. We'll be waiting for your answer."

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The woman frowned for a moment, checking the countdown until when Pirandello/Kruger would arrive. She would at least hear him out, if to reject him later.

"And what is this proposition that you have for me?" She asked, her face hardening some more. The Robot also remaining stationary.

Her his proposition was legal, and didn't go against her morals, perhaps she would entertain it. Or at the very least ask someone to advise her.

In reality the recording was being stored locally in the panic room, where it couldn't be tampered with, and backups uploaded through subspace link to an obscure server in Imperial Aschen space.

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"We'll get you where you want, and need to be, help you in any way we can if, when, sometimes tries to publically use your parentage against you. That's if you can help us get to where we need to be." The Hooded Man said to Chloe, "How you can use us will be up to you in the future, when we feel you're willing to work as a... team."

"When you're definitely on the same side as us, at least until you don't need us anymore or we don't need you. Let's be real, we'll be tools for you as much as you'll be a tool for my employer." The man told Chloe, "For now my emplyer needs to remain out of the public eye, at least until other plans are in motion."

The Hooded Man gestured towards the broken glass, "You might want to clean that up. Sorry, by the way." He said to the robot. "My employer wanted me to inform you that we can rally with you, or against you. If we're together there will be no catch, no strings attached, other than mutual trust until you both succeed where you need to." He continued.

"This is all white collar stuff, it won't really conflict with your message about cleaning up the streets. Unless you meant Wall Street too."

"Oh, think you could call off the law? I don't mind a struggle, but I prefer it if I wasn't held up." The Hooded Man said to Chloe., "I'll contact you in a few days about your decision, discuss any terms or conditions you have in place of my employer."

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Bachmann burst into his apartment, immediately heading for his bedroom. The Jewish man was like a gust of wind, he practically dived under his bed. He pulled from under it a shoe box, it was bright orange and bore a logo. It wasn't exactly something one would give a second glass if they were casing the place.

He tossed the box up onto his bed, opening it up to reveal at least two dozen cellphones. Bachmann grabbed one at random, flipping it open and immediately dialing in a number.

Bachmann waited impatiently for someone to answer, eyes perking up when he heard a hello.

"Hey! It's me. The Yakuza found me, I'll slide some cash your way if you help me deal with them. Plus, you get to destroy a rival and possibly anyone else in your way here." Bachmann said to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"I was hoping you would ask." The man on the other side of the phone told Bachmann, his Russian accent evident. "Hire a little local protection. We'll be there in a few hours." The man said, hanging up.

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It had been a few days since the incident at the club. Bachmann gave the Russians the address of his building, but so far they hadn't shown up. They called every few hours to let him know they'd be there when he needed them. He needed them now. He hadn't been outside since he found out the Yakuza were in town.

The police knew his name. Surely there was at least one detective or cop looking into his connection to Jackson. One was too many.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity... fuck!" The Jewish hitman said in panic. He didn't like the waiting. Usually he was the hunter, now he was being hunted. It was easy to be confident when you know your target didn't survive, that they couldn't come for you.

Jackson was coming for Bachmann. The rented cars and vans full of his solders waiting outside of Bachmann's apartment were there for the assassin too.

"Are you sure this is it?" Jackson asked one of the men in his van, "Yeah. He keeps peeking out of that window. He's really freaked out." The ganster answered, "Okay. We'll head inside, grab him and bring him out. I want to take him back to Cheri for this." Jackson told his men, sliding one of the van doors open and climbing out.

"Luis, Maurico, Shiro, I want you with me. When Suki gets here tell her to park around back, we'll bring the Jew there. I want the rest of you keeping an eye on the street." Jackson ordered, "We might have drawn attention, the hitman might have called in protection. Don't be afraid to turn this street into Vietnam."

Armed with his trusty revolver Jackson and his three men charged the apartment building. It was time to end their visit to Van Leugen.

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The cover of darkness allowed the shadowy apparition to find his way to the apartment building unseen. A liquid black phantom form slithered its way down to the Jewish hitman's apartment building. The window by the fire escape was unlocked; not a very careful move for someone with a vendetta against them. Quietly, the window was slid upwards, and the shadow climbed inside the building.

He heard a voice reverberating through the apartment. Bachman was understandably panicked, and it sounded like he was losing his nerve with this entire ordeal. Now that the hitman knew Jackie was out for his blood, he had laid low for a couple of days. The situation at the club had escalated into a madhouse scenario, thank in no small part to Thanos Greeley's appearance.

Sauntering through the apartment building, the Batman found his way to Bachman's bedroom...

"Bachman. We need to talk," he said in a dull, menacing tone. Standing at the door was a tall black shadow with a hideous snarl across his face, a glare of the most intimidating nature emanating from his eyes.

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Bachmann jumped, grabbing his pistol from his bed before he turned to face the intruder.He raised the weapon, but he did't fire. Not yet. Whoever this was it wasn't one of Jackson's people. And chances are he wasn't a hire. This was too personal for Jackson to hire someone.

"Who are you and what do we have to talk about?" Bachmann asked, "Why shouldn't I put a few holes in your chest? Or your face?" The mob hitman asked the intruder, "Most importantly, why should I listen?"

The answer probably had to do with the small team of men coming to kidnap Bachmann right now. Jackson leading his three cohorts up each flight of stairs slowly and carefully. They needed to see and hear before being seen and heard. Stealth was key to success.

"That was the third floor, right?" Jackson asked, "Fourth, I think." Mauricio answered, "You think?" Luis asked his friend, "Yeah, it was three up from the ground." Mauricio assured the others, taking a peek at the sawn-off he had hidden in his pants leg.

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He'd stared down the barrel of a gun several times, but this time he felt there would be hope that he needn't lunge forward and break Bachman's arm. Not yet, anyway. The hitman was quite perturbed, and with good reason. However, as he waved the gun around making threats, the Batman decided it was only polite to requite Bachman's questions. "Number one: Who I am is of no consequence to you right now, and what we have to talk about is everything concerning you and the Yakuza. Two: even if you could land a hit with that coward's weapon, it wouldn't do anything to keep me from tearing you apart. And three: If you don't, you'll find yourself dead in a gutter before the night is over, and she is still quite young..."

The Batman trailed off, scoping out the bedroom. "I know why Machida wants your head. I also know he's coming after you tonight; it's what I would do. Question is, who do you have coming to back you up?" Something was amiss here. The Batman's eyes shifted to the flooring under the rather well-made bed; not sleeping in it for days contributed to that. A man like Bachman probably had some things tucked away under there, among other places throughout the apartment. However, making a move for anything under there would be counter-productive unless he knocked Bachman unconscious first. The downside to that would be needing Bachman awake for questioning.

"So, where you planning on going after you skip town, Bachman?" the Dark Knight pressed. It was an obvious question: the hitman would be downright idiotic to remain here after confronting Jackie and his gang. The problem remaining now was what the confrontation would entail, and who would walk away from it alive. The Batman sought to ensure that no one lost their life in this encounter. He'd more than likely have to break a few bones to ensure that plan would proceed smoothly.

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"Florida, or at least the Terran equivalent of where Jews go to retire." Bachmann joked, "I don't know. The Yakuza will be taken care of. I called up some friends already." The hitman told the vigilante, "I'm assuming you're a man under that cape and cowl. My pistol shoots faster than you move." He threatened.

"But, I don't want to waste my bullets. If you're right about the Yakuza coming tonight, I need to get packed and ready to go."

Not that packing up right now would matter, Jackson was already entering the fourth floor from the stairwell. His moment was coming. Adrianna died because a gangster couldn't no for an answer, and Bachmann couldn't say no to some cash for a quick murder or two. Jackson may have been a boss in a drug dealing, drug smuggling criminal syndicate, but he believed in honor among thieves.

He used to at the veary least.

The further down the hall they got towards Bachmann's apartment, the further Jackson was from his morals. The old Jackson was in a grave in Sao Paulo beside his sister. This Jackson could only see in a straight line through Bachmann to Sharashka to Sharashka's bosses in Moscow.

"This is it." Shiro said, stopping at Bachmann's apartment. "He's all alone." Shiro added, "I'll pick the lock." Jackson said, "Sometimes you need to go low-tech and old school." He said, "Kicking the door down works just as well." Luis informed the man.

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Batman didn't smile. Bachman might have found himself humorous, but the Dark Knight found nothing laughable about criminals; especially the kind that ended lives for a living. "Friends?" Batman asked. Thinking back to that night in the alley in Wing City, the vigilante was able to put two and two together. "The Russians," he said with finality. This almost made him smirk.

"Some friends you have, Bachman. The Russians are the reason Jackie was able to find you so easily. The one Jackie let live, anyway." Standing next to the door, the Dark knight's ears perked up, catching muffled voices nearby.

Activating the long-range mic in his earpiece, he was able to listen to the activity outside the door:
"...alone."
"I'll pick the lock. Sometimes you need to go low-tech and old school."
"Kicking the door down works just as well."


Three voices, probably more people behind them. Batman had to think of a plan, and fast. He didn't expect Jackie to be here so soon. "They're here," Batman said. From beneath his cape, he procured two smoke pellets; enough to create a thick cloud for concealment, if he should need it after his next move. "We need to get out of here before things get messy."

On his belt, Batman activated a module that allowed him to find the signal of and control electronic devices. In this instance, he used it to shut off the lights in the apartment complex. With that, he triggered the night-vision optics in his lenses, peering around the apartment with higher clarity than military-issue NV goggles. Sauntering across the room, the Batman placed a hand on Bachman's shoulder. "Stay close," he said quietly.

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"I didn't say my friends were Russian." Bachmann informed Batman, it was clear he was trying to avoid details. You never knew who was listening in. He knew what cliches to avoid. There was a reason he only used his personal phone to order food and call his sister.

When the lights went out Bachmann opened fire, three shots in rapid succession. They wouldn't hit anything or anyone, it more reflex and panic than it was skill or intent. "What the fuck?" He asked the Batman,"Did you do this?" He asked, turning towards where he thought the Batman was according to his hand's position on his shoulder.

"Shit! Let's go." Jackson ordered, slamming his body against the locked door. It began to give way, but it wasn't until the second time Jackson charged the door that it flew open. He and the other three rushed in, weapons raised to hopefully dissuade Bachmann from fleeing or fighting back.

"Come out, assassin. We outnumber you." Jackson said loudly, remaining completely still as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. 'Luis, open a window. Give us some moonlight." Jackson ordered.

Luis moved towards the nearest visible window, his steps slow and deliberate as not to trip over a table and end up killed. Luis tore down the curtains, eyes growing wide at the sight on the street.

The Yakuza they had backing them up were being hered into the street by gunmen. Bachmann's help had arrived and they wasted no time in getting shit done. Delievery trucks and a clearly stolen delivery vehicle for a pizza joint sat on the street. No one looked twice at couriers, didn't matter if they were delivering unhealthy food or boxes.

"Shit. They've got our guys." Luis said, "What?" Mauricio asked, a gunshot going off and a bullet tearing through his side. The young man Jackson had spared days before, Nathan, stood out in the hallway with a pistol in hand.

Maurico and Shiro turned on the young man, both firing on him and sending him reeling back into the apartment door across the hall. Shots outside going off as the Russians and Yakuza fought for the advantage on the street.

Despite the darkness, the fire in Jackson's eyes illuminated the room. Every time he got close to Bachmann someone got in his way. Police, vigilantes, the Russians. Always someone.

"Jackie, we gotta go! Maurico got hit!" Luis called out, "No!" Jackson yelled, "Where are you, American? Come out! Now!"

"Now!"

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Gunshots filled the darkness, but the detective remained calm. Grabbing Bachman by the shoulders, the Batman shoved the hitman towards the floor, attempting to spare him from any stray bullets. "Stay here!" he said before moving out into the main room where the chaos had unleashed. In the pitch blackness of the apartment building that enveloped him, Batman saw clearly the targets standing in the living room through his lenses.

Jackie Machida and his cronies were facing a newly-made corpse. The Batman recognized him as the young man Jackie had spared back in Wing City. One of Jackie's men was hit as well, bleeding out of his side. It seemed the war was about to begin, and he was standing in Jackie's way.

A pair of low-yield explosive Batarangs flew through the blackness, aiming for the barrels of Machida and and his accomplice's firearms. Should they make their target and detonate, they would effectively rip the barrels apart and render their guns useless.

"You came to the wrong house to party, Jackie," a stern, gruff voice said from within the dark. "Get out!"

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Bodies dropped left and right, most of them belonging to the Yakuza, as they exchanged fire with their assailants. Over time the gunfire slowed, shots going off everyone once in awhile from the Yakuza who remained standing or who had found some suitable cover.

Jackson didn't see it yet, but he had lost this day. He was too blinded by his rage, a rage only strengthened when his weapon was destroyed. He quickly flung the useless revolver aside, not sure if it would explode again. Gunpowder could be dangerous and Jackson liked his fingers.

When their weapons were also rendered useless Jackson's three cohorts decided it best to leave while they had the chance. Mauricio grabbed hold of Luis, the two men following Shiro out into the hall. Shiro grabbed Nathan's pistol, they needed some sort of protection if more of the Russians were in the building.

"Let's get to Suki before you bleed out." Luis said to Mauricio.

"I'm not leaving without the American." Jackson said, standing his ground. "I won't let you or the law stop me." He continued, "I will kill him. Now or later."

It might have been now or never. Sirens were already approaching the scene, it wouldn't be long until the police were involved in the fighting and a few people went away in cuffs.

Jackson was hoping for Bachmann to leave in a bodybag.

Bachmann was going to instead leave in need of a cast. The hitman pulled himself up from the floor, out of fear and desperation he charged the nearest window in the room. He fired off a few shots to weaken the glass before he jumped through.

The hitman founded himself slamming into a ladder. There was another fire escape. He knew he was in the good part of town. His old apartment in New York had one and it fell apart when there was a fire. Bachmann began his descent down to relative safety.

Van Leugen was a dangerous place and Bachmann probably raised his odds of dying substantially by exposing himself to the city.

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It was down to this: Bachman had fled through the window at the back, and Jackie stood his ground in the middle of the apartment. Bachman was putting himself, and others, in considerable danger by being out on the streets. However, Jackie was here, now, within arms length. The memory of how he butchered those Russians was still fresh in his mind, and he couldn't let Jackie out of his sight.

The decision was tough, but he resigned to the belief that Bachman could take care of himself; that is, until the Batman caught up with him again. A low growl emanated from the Dark Knight, whose lenses illuminated the room, an advantage Jackie didn't appear to have. "You should have walked away, Jackie. Should have turned around and went back to Wing City." He was well aware that his words were empty upon the gangster's ears, but at least he had the privilege of warning him before what happened next, well, happened.

He lashed out with a closed fist, aiming to strike hard against Jackie's ribs. If he could break a few in the process, that was just a sweet bonus. Afterward, he would follow up with a leg sweep, which would send the mobster to the floor should it work.

If he could wrap this encounter up quickly enough, he could make his way to Bachman before the assassin got too far away. However, he had a feeling Jackie wasn't going to be put down so easily.

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The smell of a warzone was all too familiar to Thanos. Red Rain and Bratva, having it out in the middle of the street. It was an all-you-can-kill buffet, and he had just grabbed his metaphorical, and literal, carving knife. In his hands were a pair of very familiar handguns, which he used to open fire on both sides of the engagement. Finding cover behind a low brick wall in front of one of the apartment complexes, the Vengeant would pop up every few moments to get some shots off before receding behind his barrier, careful to avoid any retaliation.

This opportunity was just too convenient to pass up, and Thanos wanted to take advantage of every second he had to kill as many of these assholes as he could before the boys in blue made an appearance. With a snarl, he unloaded the magazines in his pistols, reloaded, and resumed firing away.

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Jackson used what little light the moon was giving him to try to deflect the punch, he didn't get a clean parry. The punch would hit, but not as direct as the Batman wanted.

It was time to think fast, Jackson kicked a leg out to stunt the leg sweep. He planted the foot still on the ground to make sure he remained standing, trying to put some distance between himself and the vigilante almost immediately.

"What are you trying to prove?" He asked, "The American ran, you stopped me. Are you trying to take some monster off of the streets by fighting me?" He asked the vigilante, "The Russians tried to kill me because I wouldn't sell their poison to non-Humans. It was chemical warfare."

"Here you are, knowing my name and where I came from. But, not who I am. You're ignoring monsters in favor of the monster hunter."

Monsters indeed, seeing Thanos join was an alarm for the Bratva. The Yakuza hired a mercenary? Or maybe he was with the law. He wasn't with them so they had to take him out with extreme prejudice.

The Bratva gangsters who weren't yet dead, wounded, or laying down fire on the Yakuza and Thanos moved to the delivery truck nonchalantly, a few climbing inside to grab weapons. Bigger weapons.

Assault rifles, grenades, and a grenade launcher. They passed out the weapons, hoping to give their people an advantage. The assault rifles were put to use immediately, the Bratva hoping to turn anyone not on their side into Swiss cheese.

Meanwhile, Bachmann shoved a gun into the face of a couple hiding in their car. They were dressed up, clearly on their way to somewhere fancy before the streets erupted into violence. "I'm going to get in, you're going to drive to Solinus City." He told them, keeping the pistol trained on them as he climbed into the back seat.

"Move it!" He shouted, the car pulling a U-turn to find an alternate route out of the neighborhood and the city. The only people who knew of Bachmann's involvement were already in the mix or on the criminal side of the law, he was getting away clean with Jackson and the Batman distracted.

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As gunfire erupted across the streets of the Nashtons. Several blocks in the VLPD Kiosk phones to emergency lines rang as people called in the gun battle that was raging across the streets.

"All units, all units, this is Central, we have a 246 in progress, code one, Nashtons Neighborhood on wintergreen street, all units please identify and respond."

A police scanner anywhere nearby would be coming to life as the Dispatcher rattled off calls.

"Three Xray Twenty responding code one, requesting Crisis Response, Air Support, and Tactical. I'm en route, show Three Xray Fifteen and three Xray Nine en-route, additionally show 1244 and 1276 En Route to respond."

The young PK Officer was a fresh out of the Academy recruit from Tal'dor, with a shined badge and something to prove, he keyed the signal lights in his Patrol car, and started down to where the action was going on.

A mixture of European sirens and VLPD Sirens echoed about the neighborhood. Blue flashing lights along with red and blues flickered and scintillated across old masonry. Patrol cars were rushing at full throttle towards the shooting.

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Pirandello Kruger Airfield
1.5 Miles south of the Nashtons


The heavy turbines of the Aschen made Picon Class Frigate began to spool up with an audible roar while her crew prepped her for launch. Rather than her Military counterparts, this civilian model was equipped with the latest in less than lethal technology, along with crew served plasma cannons in the event lethal force was needed. The Pirandello/Kruger SWAT Team was prepped aboard this 100 meter long craft. Roughly the length of a football field, her engines spun up and blue lights began to flash as the craft made it's way towards the Nashtons. The Captain, the crew, and everyone else were checking their weapons.

"Looks like we have a gang shooting in the Nashtons, check your weapons and get ready for some action!" A Sergeant called out, before he checked his plasma rifle, while the craft began to make it's way towards the scene.

As the fighting progressed, it would be a matter of minutes before it literally would begin to rain police on the group.

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Standing in a large window overlooking the chaos from just beyond reinforced plascrete walls and other reinforced properties, three McGregors were watching the carnage unfold.

"This is insane." Marlene said as she wrapped her hands around an ice cold glass of Ambrosia, Chloe coming up behind her.

"I'll address it with the Mayor and the City Council tomorrow." Chloe said, handing Denzel a glass of Ambrosia.

"I've got a contract on the line with Tech Con, I don't think Pirandello/Kruger can handle this place." She admitted, pouring herself a glass of Ambrosia.

There was an audible crack, and a bullet careened into the hard light shield protecting the large window. It flickered with a white flash and then subsided.

"I need to get a lid on this somehow." Chloe said

"I'll see what support I can get from our grandfather, Chloe." Marlene added.

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Just like that, it was his cue to leave. Thanos put away his weapons, having secured his side of the conflict, and dashed down an alleyway far out of sight of the incoming officers and the feuding gang members. Concealed by the darkness, he etched his way through back alleys until he came out to a series of derelict apartment buildings a good many blocks away from the action. Pulling his overcoat around him tighter, Thanos lit up a cigarette as he walked down the sidewalk nonchalantly.

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The sound of sirens neared, and the two men were still having it out. Batman had to give Jackie credit; he was much more skilled than most people in his profession tended to be. Still, as the two men exchanged blows, Jackie decided it was a good opportunity to lecture his opponent about how he was doing the world a service.

"That's where you're wrong, Jackie. I know all about you. You're no different from Bachman, the Russians, or any other criminal under any other title. You think just because you wouldn't commit one specific crime that your sins are somehow lesser to anyone else's, just like many other criminals before you, and the many more that will come after you. Murder, illegal arms trading, drug and human trafficking; none of the whats matter. The only thing that matters is that it enables more suffering, creates more death, sews more hatred. Your hands are no less filthy than the bastard you came here to end tonight, and nothing you say will make that any less true."

His words were heartfelt and sincere, burning with the same hatred for the criminal element they'd always had. Alas, however, the Batman got the feeling that Jackie wouldn't --couldn't-- be swayed by words. Jackie was the kind of man who only understood action: cause and effect. Crime and punishment. He came here tonight to exact terrible vengeance on the man who murdered his sister, a cause Batman understood, but didn't condone.

"So my question to you is this, Jackie: do you think killing Bachman will bring you peace, or make you a better man?"

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"I haven't been at peace in a long time. Adrianna was my doorway to real peace. And she was torn from me, my only blood. You ask if I believe killing this man, this assassin, will make me a better man or bring me peace? I answer; no." Jackson said, "It's you who believe I have delusions about who I am, or what I am. It's you who believes I think my hands are clean."

"Since the favela I have been a bad boy who grew into a bad man, but I did it for good girl who grew into a great woman. This is all about Adrianna. Fuck morality."

Jackson was a changed man. Two bullets in your body and watching your sister die had a way of changing anyone. The side of Jackson that wanted to be a good Catholic was constantly fighting and losing the side of Jackson tattooed in Yakuza ink and who had hacked off fingers to rank up.

On the street the Bratva turned their attention away from the dead or fleeing Yakuza, they'd won that battle. When the VLPD made their approach they found assault rifles fired upon them, grenades, frag and plasma, hurled at them.

"Bring out the bigger guns." The lead gangster ordered, some of his men climbing into the delivery van. They each grabbed holf of a single large metal container, carrying out to rest it behind the cover of now abandoned cars and trucks the people of Van Leugen left in the streets when the gunmen exposed themselves earlier.

They opened the container, exposing a large rocket launcher-esque weapon. "Get the rounds too." The lead gangster told his men, the Bratva member with the grenade launcher advancing on on the VLPD and firing off several of the 40mm grenades to kill and keep the VLPD at a distance.

Being blown up didn't often help a problem.

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The VLPD And Pirandello/Kruger Vehicles came to a screeching halt down the street, and the officers quickly got out of their vehicles as grenades went up all around them.

"We've got some military grade hardware in here!" An Officer cried out, as bullets peppered the side of his patrol car. "Gods damnit where is that aerial support!"

It had turned out that Aerial Support was in fact on the way. With a patrol car going up from an errant grenade in a brilliant flash of of orange that plumed upwards into the air. The Car's remaines flew to the right, and through the window of an adjacent building.

The two officers peered over the hood of their car, and returned fire, sending a combination of bullets, and brilliand disruptor bolts downrange towards the men that were firing on them.

A single PK Officer slid between two cars, clenching his Disruptor pistol and his hard light riot shield. Bullets ricocheted from the shield as the Officer gained ground on the gangsters, and opened fire from a better vantage point, though the officer didn't realize this left him open to incoming grenades.

"Hey Boros! Get that rotary plasma cannon! Lay down some suppression fire!" An Officer called out, while the Airfrigate swooped overhead, engines screaming over the chaos, and shining a brilliant white light down on the gangsters.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender! We have you surrounded!"

SWAT teams prepared themselves to rappel from the craft, while a forward turret began to fire canisters into the Gangsters positions, the canisters would erupt in a brilliant plume of red smoke, which smelled of chili peppers.

Inhaling the smoke would be a painful endeavor, as the oily substance coated skin, eyes, and throats alike. The Spice gas would likely quickly incapacitate anyone without breathing protection.

"Spice gas away." The Captain said, nodding to a pair of PK Crisis response officers as they put their combat skins on, Piece by piece.

If the Gangsters didn't surrender, and the Gas didn't get them to stop, the Crew of the ship would move quickly to lay down suppression fire, several rotary plasma cannons mounted on swivel turrets on the underside of the ship would spring to life, and generously coat the gangster's position with a flurry of brilliant green plasma.

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The McGregors continued to watch from the safety of their home, Chloe shaking her head slowly, and quietly. "This is spiralling out of control fast."

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Words had no meaning anymore; animosity and strength would have this day. Jackie was an experienced fighter, that was certain. Standing toe to toe with him would be time-consuming and wouldn't allow him the time he needed to flee the scene before the authorities got involved. After last time, he'd prefer to not tangle with the police before he had sufficient time to develop a counteraction to their methods and equipment.

For now, though, he had Jackie to contend with. "Regardless, I can't let you walk away from here." With that, he rushed the Yakuza, cupped hands aimed at Jackie's ears for a disorienting blow that would cause the air created to pop in his eardrums. Following that was a knee aimed for the gut, which would in turn be followed by a roundhouse kick to the chest.

Finally, if all else failed, the Batman would attempt to neutralize Jackie with the taser on his belt, channeling one hundred thousand volts down the wire.

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Several of the gangsters dropped from returned fire and others couldn't take the gas for long. There was a select few among them who seemed unfazed by both, they were fearless, determined, armored and enchanced. Cyborgs, something the Bratva's investors in Moscow took an interest in years ago.

As their comrades fled from the gunfire and gas, the cyborgs stood their ground. The Bratva member with the rocket launcher held it up and took aim at the ship above, he fired the rocket towards the opening the opposing law enforcement were rappeling from. He reached out to grab another rocket, but he didn't ger far. The officer who'd gotten some high ground hit his mark, bringing the gangster down.

"There!" Another gangster shouted, the gangster with the grenade launcher turning to support his comrades in arms. He fired off a grenade, aiming it so that it would hopefuly land behind the officer's hard light shield and render it useless in the inevitable explosion.

Bachmann glanced back at the chaos he was leaving behind. The Yakuza were mostly dead, the Russians were engaging in a ground war with the local law enforcement and he was about to be in Solinus City enjoying his time outside of a prison. He'd never been caught, he wasn't going to let an angry Japanese guy be the reason he faces life in a cell.

Before he could really bask in his victory a van came slamming into the car he was in. The impact destroyed the back of the car including one of it's tires. The car went spiralling out of control, finally hitting a curb and flipping several times towards a home. Chloe's home by a stroke of luck.

Good or bad, and for who, was yet to be seen.

"My legs!" The man in the car said, glancing over towards his lifeless wife. He didn't want to believe she was dead, not yet. But he had to face that reality when he saw Bachmann crawling from the backseat through broken glass and deformed metal. "You did this! I'll kill you!" The man cried out, but his words fell on unrepentant ears.

Bachmann stood up after he crawled from the wreck, eyes settling on the home in front of him before he turned to see a caucasian woman dressed in red motorcycle leathers. Her short silver hair styled in wild curls, but the thing that was really eye-catching for Bachmann was the revolver she had aimed at him.

"Oh, fuck!" Bachmann said to himself before turning towards the home they stood in front of. He practically threw himself into the door, hoping he'd gained enough momentum to knock it down or at least open it up. A magnum round slamming into the house near him when the woman fired.

He was dangerously close to death. He didn't like so many close calls.

When the vigilante charged him, Jackson braced himself for the impact. He was expecting a tackle, when his ears were hit he stumbled from his place. The knee to the gut didn't help, but when it came for the roundhouse he caught Batman's ankle in his arms. He had taken up martial arts to defend himself in Sao Paolo, but the fight he had was much different.

For all intents and purposes it wasn't a righteous fight for him like it was before. As much as he wanted to dislike the vigilante, he was still fighting in defense of someone. Jackson was fighting for revenge.

Even still he had no intention of going to prison or dying. There was still a battle raging outside, and eventually more of the Bratva would come up to make sure everyone they wanted dead were indeed dead. He attempted to push the vigilante away, turning almost immediately to head for the open door he'd come through before.

He didn't get far before he found himself being choked by an unusually strong man. The man seemed to be in his mid-30s at the most, Russian mob tattoos peeking out from beneath the black shirt he wore. The man was wearing an armored vest and was armed with several pistols and a short pump-action shotgun.

"Help." Jackson managed to say, just barely.

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"Incoming RPG!" An officer shouted as the rocket seared up towards the Airfrigate. The Officers tried to jump away from the porthole to take cover. The ship itself tried to veer sharply to the left to avoid the rocket, which impacted it's shields in a violent shimmer of brilliant white light, which washed from the point of impact, and around the vessel in a shock-wave pattern.

Once the dust and smoke cleared, there was a gouge in the ship's plating, and fires billowing from the side doors where the rocket impacted. Though the shields caused a premature detonation, not all of the explosive's energy was dissipated, and marred the pristine white plating of the ship with a black gouge.

There were several wounded officers on board, and the Ship's medical crew worked quickly to aid them. Though the ship was wounded, it was far from removed from the fight.

"Triangulate that rocket, saturate it with weapons fire." The Captain ordered, and the Airfrigate banked around hard, computers tracing the flight of the rocket from it's vapor trail, while a dual-barreled 30mm Autocannon traversed onto the target.

'thoom-thoom-thoom' echoed through the streets as brilliant green streaks of light impacted the ground from the ship in brilliant explosions. Each 30mm plutonium slug seared towards the Cyborgs at roughly 3,500 feet per second. They would impact with the kinetic energy of the projectile, and sling radiation everywhere.

The Officers slowly advanced, taking casualties from the Russians, and quickly trying to pull their wounded from the battlefield, while the Frigate lit up the ground below it.

Additional officers had managed to arrive, and were likely now starting to outnumber the Russians that had made their way into the city. Wailing sirens, the thrum of helicopters, and the shriek of an additional Airfrigate filled the city.

As Jackson stumbled away from the Batman, only to be ambushed by a massive Russian man, it would perhaps seem it was the end. As Jackson was being choked, a brilliant flash of light flickered behind the russian man, and a single PK Crisis response officer in full T-65 Combat skin moved to wrap his own arm around the massive russian. With enhanced strength through the suit, his arm would tighten and he'd attempt to pull the Russian off Jackson, or at least the russian's head clean off his shoulders. With spine still attatched.

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Inside the house, the crash of Bachmann kicking in the front door echoed through the house. The door was a reinforced door, designed to resist being kicked in but had foolishly been left ajar, and so when Bachmann went for the door, he found it would open quite easily.

Once Bachmann was inside, the house registered the Magnum round impacting the wall and the door slammed shut behind him.

Denzel made a face, and then looked to his two sisters.

"Stay here." He said, starting towards the door of the den. On his way out Chloe stopped him.

"Denzel, there's a pistol in the hall dresser, top drawer." She said before she turned to Marlene, flipping a switch and grabbing another pistol. "I keep a lot of guns in the house, comes with the territory." Chloe said.

It would likely be several moments before Denzel made it to the front room, so Bachmann had a moment to reorient himself. It was obvious the owner was Aschen, and even more obvious when a young man was aiming a disruptor pistol at the Jew from the balcony, while coming down the stairs.

"One move and I'll vaporize you." Denzel warned.

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The small army of gangsters didn't have the ability to call in backup, Wing City was hours away and trying to hold a position was easier said than done in a situation like this. They had to make the call to retreat. They'd already disrupted the Yakuza's attempt to nab Bachmann, and they'd killed a lot of the Yakuza already.

This was a victory, no matter how pyrrhic it was made by the local law enforcement.

"Otoyti! My so svoyey storony, seychas poydem!" One of the Bratva gangsters shouted, variations of his orders being shouted out to the rest of their surviving footsoldiers in differing languages. "Fall back! We're done!" One could be heard shouting.

The gangsters began to retreat as some of their people had done before, a few dropping as they were shot trying to run through alleys or down side streets. The Bratva gangster carrying the grenade launcher faced off with the incoming police forces, taunting them in his native Serbian violently. A few time he used his grenade launcher to mime sex.

Aggressive sex by the looks of it. That was going to be a story to tell when everything was all done.

One could say he didn't give a fuck, even as he was brought down by their firepower.

But there was some firepower still left on the Bratva side of things. The man holding Jackson let him go reluctantly as he was grabbed by the PK officer, it was hard to kill a man the way you planned when you had another man in the way. Unfortunately for Jackson there were other ways to kill a man.

The strong Russian pushed back against the PK officer, lifting one hand to fight back against the attack. He needed to keep himself in the game a little while longer. Long enough to confirm Jackson's death. As he fought off the PK officer, he raised a foot and he kicked the recovering Jackson. The Yakuza boss was sent flying, his body breaking part of a wall as he crashed though much of the window Luis had opened earlier.

Time almost seemed to slow down for Jackson as he felt the night air hit him. He was processing the fact that he was probably about to die.

Bachmann didn't have the same problem. A disruptor pistol in his face, a revolver at his back. He was cool, he was calm. He'd jumped out of the frying pan and was dangling above the oven. But, he wasn't being served up and baked just yet.

"Open this door! You can't hide forever!" Suki screamed, at the home. It didn't matter if Bachmann could hear her. She was pissed. Despite this Suki apporached the wrecked car, making an attempt to save the man Bachmann left to die. Maybe a little good karma would open the door to leaving some lead-filled bad karma in the hitman's face.

"That bitch is crazy." Bachmann told Denzel, "You've got to help me. Get me out of here. Call someone. They're destroying the city. All of them." Bachmann said, "Please?" He begged, "There might be more on the way."