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"Bar up that door, dammit!" Screamed Teddy 'Tin Man' Williamson, local big-time gangster in the northern coast of Little Sicily. "Don't let that...that freak get any further into our home!"

He had made a living for himself working as a higher ranking mafioso in Lost Haven under the watchful guise of a mafia family in New York, having a certain degree of power and influence for expanding their territory all the way up to the coast of Maine. It had been a long and hard road for him, many times did he have to get his hands dirty, but he earned his power. Soon enough, he had declared the gang he had helped create to be his own, cutting his group off from the New York branch and trying to establish himself as more than a lieutenant, but a full on leader of his own.

Today he would learn that was the biggest and last mistake of his life.

He now found himself huddled in a freighter sailing away from the French Quarter, the boat preparing to leave the small city and plow into open waters, escaping the would be pursuer he knew was already hot on his trail, and the loud explosion coming from up above told him he was far too late to really escape. As the big metal door he scrambled to hide behind was closing, the two men pushing the door closed could see the blur of a body being hurled down the hallway, end over end. A stifled yelp managed to escape Teddy's lips, followed by the panicked glances of the other two men and a hurried attempt to close the door. A loud creak erupted as the portal shut, the large wheel briskly turned as the large steel bars locked the door. A small breath of relief exited Teddy, though his men still exchanged worried glances between each other.

"Boss, the guy tore up half the crew on deck, we don't have an exit here!" One man said.

"Do we have a way out? A life boat or somethin'?" The other one squeaked out.

"Both of you shut your mouths!" Teddy barked at the two of them. "Maybe he didn't see us! Even then, that's a foot thick steel door, it'll at least take him a few minutes to get through it....right?"

As if Teddy's pursuer was waiting on the other side for him to say that line, the door erupted to the sound of what could only be perceived as a laser blast straight out of science fiction. The door flew off of its hinges, crumpling like tissue paper. One of the two men with Teddy did not react quick enough to clear the pathway, letting out a brief scream of peril as the door slammed into him, plowing him through the air and slamming into the opposite wall with a audible crunch of his bones being crushed against the wall. The two remaining man took a few seconds to even register the damage, before their widened eyes turned to the cause of such inhuman damages.

A black and silver glove stood out from the smoke, stretched out from the smoke kicked up from the ensuing strike, and as it lowered, the body attached came into vision. A man garbed in silver and black, dressed in what could only be identified as battle gear covered in a long, sleeveless coat. A brief silence before the man stepped out of the clearing fog, the two panicked gangsters recoiling as he made his advance. From behind the face mask, one could possibly make out that the obvious assassin was sporting a smirk as he entered the room.

"Ah hah, there you are." Said the man. "I've been killing all over for you!"

"Don't....don't you mean looking?" Said the man next to Teddy. The hitman took one look at the man, then outstretched his hand again for another deafening burst of energy, rocketing the man into the wall behind him.

"Everybody's a fuckin' critic." Murmured the hitman, keeping his passively optimistic disposition as he turned to address Teddy.

"Wha...what do you want from me?" Teddy managed to stammer out, pointing his revolver at the man.

"Aw, don't be dumb, Teddy." The man replied, taking a step closer. "If you can't figure it out by this point, I'm [i]really[/i] doing society a service."

Teddy didn't respond audibly, instead letting three shots from his revolver speak for him. To his visible dismay, he watched as the bullets simply ricochet off of the man, implanting into the wall around him. He let out another squeal of terror before fleeing down a door behind him, taking another handful of futile shots at the assassin.

"Aw, c'mon Teddy, don't make me chase!" The man taunted as he followed at a brisk stroll, clearly taking enjoyment out of this despite his words. "It's not like you have many places to hide on a [i]boat[/i]!"

Teddy raced down the hallways, a cold sweat visibly running down his face as he pushed men aside, shouting at them to get the guy behind him. The sounds of gunfire, explosions and screams echoed behind him, signaling every grievous failure those men had suffered. He was in a full sprint, trying to lose his assassin in the hallways, trying to outrun what was clearly inevitable.

Soon enough, Teddy came to a clearing, the bottom floor of the freighter, the cargo hold. In it were his best men, the elites, the men he could count on when all else had failed. Running by one of the larger men, he pointed at the door behind him, screaming his head off.

"Shoot whoever comes through that door! I don't want anyone getting through! That freak things he can just step on our turf and wipe us out?! He's got another thing comin', right boys?"

The shout was met with uproarious cheers in agreement, countless arms, legal or no, began to gather. Shotguns, submachine guns, miniguns, RPGs, assault rifles, an entire militia prepared to fight to the last man. Their resolve began to waver, however, when they could still hear the screaming of the men who came before. 

For a brief moment, silence entered the cargo hold, had the pursuer given up? Had he taken a different route? Their question was answered with another body come flying through the doorways. To their horror, they could see the man's head had been twisted at a disgusting angle, his eyes permanently wide with fear, his mouth silently fixed in a scream. In walked the assassin, crackling with a blue light, seeming to surge with power as he entered the room. The men backed away as he stepped forward, they knew how many he had killed, the fear in the room was downright palpable. The assassin's eyes, alight with energy, crossed the room of his opposition, scanning for what could be assumed was his target.

Before he could finish, however, the voice of Teddy screamed out over the crowd.

"The fuck are you guys doin'?!? TAKE HIM OUT!!"

And with that, a hailfire of bullets, the sound of gunfire ringing out over the crowd. The assassin raised his hands up in defense, the bullets bouncing off of him, though the impact of so many bullets had indeed begun to push him back. The sound rang out for what was at least two minutes, men quickly reloading to keep the pressure on their foe. Soon enough, the men sporting rocket launchers had armed their explosives, and within the gunfire alighted the trails of several rockets, converging on the assassin's location before ripping the room apart with several explosions. After another 30 seconds, the men were all out of immediate munitions, their was only smoke and silence, the recent sound of a miniature war zone still ringing in their ears. They all waited in eager anticipation to see their results, hopefully a body littered with bullets, or simply body parts and a crater.

In both cases, they were bitterly disappointed.

As the smoke cleared, the thugs were horrified to find the lone fighter without a scratch on him, his clothes had some tears and scratches, but the figure was clearly unharmed by the assault. He took another step forward, his body again crackling and surging with visible power.

"Good attempt, guys. I think I almost felt that one," Said the man. "my turn now!"

His body began to light up more and more, moving forward to unleash his power. A few men, either fearless or insane, tried to charge him, attempting to stop his advance. They only met with the fists of the assassin, sending them flipping through the air and crashing through their own illicit cargo. A few tried to run, but already it was too late. With a tremendous shout and a extension of his arms, what followed next was a kinetic explosion, large enough to encapsulate the room. Men began to be thrown through the air, the wave of explosive energy ripping through steel, wood, flesh, concrete, and anything else that stood in the way of this deafening burst from the man.

The resulting explosion probably could have been seen from the docks, a huge chunk of the freighter being taken from the side of the freighter, ripping the hull open like a can. By now the assassin would have to be aware he would be on a time limit, as no doubt someone from the docks would already be calling the police."

Teddy opened his eyes, his body broken and shattered among a litter of drugs, guns, and contraband he was smuggling on the freighter, his operation and crew both decimated, already being taken by the water filling the ship.

And standing before him, was none other than the assassin, silver coat giving off a sheen in the outside light.

Teddy raised his hands, covered in blood, whimpering out. "H-h-hold on, man...don't do this..."

The man raised a brow, giving an amused chuckle to the plea, his head cocking to the side as he replied.

"I think I've gone a wee bit too far to not go through with killing you," He motioned to the dead men around him. "Wouldn't you?"

"O-o-o-okay...what are they paying you?" Teddy pleaded. "I-I-I'll double it!"

"Awwww....Teddy, Teddy, Teddy..." The man responded, wagging a finger at him. "Don't make promises we both know you can't keep. The Boss Man himself hired me to take your little AWOL branch, and I [i]know[/i] you can't pay more than he can."

"Aw c'mon man!" Teddy whimpered out. "Don't do this! I'll do anything!"

"Sorry, pal. Deal's done." The man responded, outstretching a hand to Teddy, glowing and crackling with energy.

"NO!" Teddy continued to scream, raising his hands in a futile effort to defend himself from the impending blast.

"When you get to hell, tell 'em War-Pulse sent ya!"

Kaboom.