Metro Boomin
It's not really as if The Shady Toe was anywhere on his way home. The bar or pub or brothel or whatever it was seemed like an oddity in the graceful city of Flevance, the stench spreading filth onto a snow white scarf. A tingle of nose hairs led Metro to believe he was in the right spot as the entirety of the white city smelled of pleasant roses or indescribable nothingness. This... unfortunately has to be it. He would think to himself. The young god was a brute in each sense possible. The thought of warfare brought tears to the amber cheeks of no one more particular than Metro himself. Why was this stench so repulsive? Bowels forced with excrement latter a battle had some similarity to this "inn" and it gave the swordsman an odd feeling just walking in. Feeling as though he should be more equipped, he rested his elbow on his single sword as he approached counter. He must have taken about twenty steps on his way in, each maybe half a meter in length. The clot, clot, clot of his geta sandals echoed throughout the room as each person resting in the lobby caressed every outline of his body with their vision. Approaching the mahogany counter, he would slide into a seat and rest an elbow on the massive tree before him. "Looking for a guy by the name of Everett," He would say calmly. The man at which this statement was direction had been turned away from Metro and seemed the only one not to focus on him upon walking into the door. He slowly spun, cleaning a silver glass with a fiber rag. "Well you found him." He'd say with a rasp.
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A small chuckle escaped from the back of Metro throat. It was a bit flashier than expected but at least he'd easily found the man he was looking for. Everett had a scar over the left side of his face, seemingly a burn, that caused for the need of an eye patch. The dead eyes were likely tired of staring their victims in the eyes. Children were always immediate to judge. Adults came in much worse packages. Metro himself payed a mass of attention to it as he found a bit of comedy in the appearance. "The hell happened to you scarface?" He'd ask with a massive laugh stuck in the back of his voice box. The rattling of a uvula was not only audible, but visible to the nearly blinded man. He did not react though, only stared menacingly into the face of the much younger mercenary. "Are you here to make money or to piss around?" Previously holding little interest in the outcome of this situation, the thought of high class food in his belly from the prize money this job came with brought motivation into his heart. Suddenly, with great focus, Metro nodded a head towards the mutilated solider. "Alright then, lead the way Winky." With a clearly reluctant grunt, Everett did just as the swordsman requested. He was the only way the guy would be able to get there and he definitely needed a bit of help in getting the deed done. He would just have to put up with the lamented comments coming from the cocky bastard.
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It did not take nearly as long as Metro has expected to reach their destination. Everett had done a pretty solid job of keeping the place mapped out. The enemies were easy to spot as there were multiple windows on the walls of the makeshift barracks that the two were to infiltrate. The bricks that aligned themselves in a long row mirrored that of the sleeping soldiers. There was only one awake, he sat on a white chair that faced the opposite direction from the window, staring directly at a door. It seemed he was reading a book, not too interested in his shift on the guard. Luckily for him, his friends wouldn't be alive to chastise him for the miserable job he did. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." The war torn old man said under his breath. He probably meant to think it, but instead it came out in the form of harsh whispers. Believing the shattered voice of the old man was a bit hard to do, but the swordsman, now taken aback, had no choice but to carry out the mission to it's fullest. Without taking a look at the old man who prayed silently beside him, he silently lifted the window and crept in over the sill. He made sure his made the slightest movements to prevent his detection. If the guard had not been distracted, the silent killing would not have been made possible. Effortlessly and without thought, the murderer hovered over the unconscious body of the marine closest to the window and stared him in the face. This was the look of a man who no longer had a family. He'd chosen the path of the marine, the choice of death. Without blinking an eye his head would cock towards the guard as he sank towards him. With a swift and delicate movement, his left arm clenched around the neck as a knife was driven just under it. Crushing the windpipe, the man was unable to scream in pain. The blood splashed but only towards the door. Soon everything was black and the guard was left limp, futile. One by one, Metro crept from bed to bed, placed his hand over the mouth of the sleeping soldier and simultaneously sunk the blade into their neck. The force of his hand busted lips and muted them effectively. The sandman claimed each life in the room, minus the geezer who did nothing but watch.
All he did was stare.
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