[center][b]Executioner[/b][/center]

"Son, could you [i]be[/i] any gayer?" said Malcolm with a bit of a sigh as he countered Black Jack's suggestion, "Look, you don't know what you're looking to steal, and I don't know what I'm supposed to be protecting, nor do I really give a rat's ass what it is. These pansy ass corporate types can piss off for all I care, they're all just criminals in suits. You can open it if you want but whatever's in there is yours if you give me the cut." The Executioner tossed the briefcase to the ground in front of Jack, absent-mindedly scratching at his armored hip while still pointing his shotgun at the man.

"So? We got a deal or what?" Malcolm's 'scratching' had taken the safety off the detonator inside one of his pouches, and then pressed the switch. The C4 in the briefcase exploded with such force that it sent the behemoth flying backwards, skidding along the street. [i]Hopefully that killed that idiot, or at least made him think this[/i] was [i]all a trap.[/i] Finally, the enormous man came to a rest as Malcolm said loudly, "Fuck, what the hell was in that thing..." Slowly, he got to his feet, patted some of the black dust and metal shrapnel off his chestplate, and looked to see if Jack had survived. That, and whether or not the man was pissed and coming at him.