[center][color=f7976a][h1]Sergio, the Black Flag[/h1][/color] [hr]Out on business. [hr] [/center] [color=f7941d]B[sup]AN[/sup][sub]G[/sub][/color] [color=a36209][sup]B[/sup][sub]A[/sub]N[sup]G[/sup], [sub]BA[/sub][sup]NG[/sup][/color] [color=fff200]B[sup]A[/sup][sub]N[/sub]G [color=ed1c24][sup]BA[/sup]N[sub]G[/sub][/color] [sub]B[/sub]A[sup]N[sup]G[/sup][/sup][/color] [color=888888][sub][sub]Click. Click. Click.[/sub][/sub][/color] Smoke rose from the barrel of a shaking pistol. At the business end of the pistol, man dressed in a checkered vest and black slacks, with shining glasses sitting over top of a black bandana, was outlined by a series of holes in the door frame in which he stood, and he was leaning on a sledgehammer as though it were a cane. Beneath the glasses, his eye twitched in anger and fear, and he looked down at himself. No blood. A quick patdown showed that there was no blood coming from anywhere that he could tell, and he turned his head to look at the series of holes around him. Wood was splintered and the door's hinges were smashed to dysfunction, and yet he still stood, completely alive. Shakily, he turned his head to the man holding the gun. [b][color=f7976a]"Are you fucking [i]kidding me[/i]?"[/color][/b], the man in the black bandana screamed. His voice would have been a smooth baritone were he not shouting, and in his anger, he slipped into an extremely heavy Spanish accent. The other man, holding the pistol, was slowly backing into a corner in what appeared to be a small parlour. A door in the corner opened up to a hallway, and across the hallway in another room was a child, tied to a chair and gagged. [b][color=f7976a]"I come here for a little [i]fucking[/i] conversation, and you pull a gun?"[/color][/b], he continued. [color=f7976a][b]"You kidnap a kid, you mail a god damn ransom note with a [i]return address[/i] on it to his mother, and then you try to fucking [i]shoot me[/i] when I come for some simple negotiations?"[/b][/color] The man in the black bandana's face was red with rage. He picked up the sledgehammer and hefted it over his shoulder, and stepped into the parlour. He took a few moments to breathe, and slid a pack of cigarettes out of his breast pocket. With a shaking hand, he put the Camel to his mouth through a small hole in his bandana and fumbled for a few moments to find his lighter. With a flip and a click, he lit up his cigarette and returned the lighter to his pocket. The red subsided over a few minutes as he smoked half of his cigarette, and he walked to the kidnapper very slowly. He kneeled down in front of the kidnapper and put out the remainder of the lit cigarette on the man's shirt, prompting a pained yelp. [color=f7976a]"Look. I was willing to deal with you before this, and... Y'know what? Fuck it. I'll still make a deal with you. A bit [i]less[/i] equitable, but a deal nonetheless. You fucked with someone in Canaglia territory, so I'm going to fuck with you, and then you're going to leave town within the week. If you're still here in seven days, I'm coming back to finish the job."[/color] He stood again and brought the sledgehammer head down on top of a wooden shelf, smashing it to pieces. The kidnapper dropped the empty gun and scrambled into a corner. The man in the bandana smashed the remaining pieces a couple more times until he had a suitable piece of wood, which he broke over his knee to just a bit under shoulder height. He then ripped the tablecloth off of a short table in the parlour and wrapped it around one end of the piece of wood as a pad. [color=f7976a]"You'll need this."[/color] He placed the makeshift crutch against the wall and brought the sledgehammer back to his shoulder, and kneeled back down in front of the kidnapper, who was shaking in utter terror. He untied the kidnapper's tie and stuffed it into the man's mouth. [color=f7976a]"This is going to hurt a lot. You'll want to bite that tie really, [i]really[/i] hard."[/color] He stood again and swung the sledgehammer downwards at the kidnapper's left thigh. The sound of cracking bone and muffled screams filled the parlour, and the black bandana'd man walked to free the kidnapped child, mumbling to himself as he eyed the craters in the walls. A window across the street was broken by a stray round, and he noted the address so he could return and repair the damage later. [color=f7976a][sup]"God damn... If that wasn't divine providence, I don't know what is. 4505 Hemingway Street... Better patch that up when I get the chance."[/sup][/color] [hr] Sergio returned to the Canaglias' main office and knocked three times. The doorman opened the front door, and Sergio tugged the black bandana, now lightly splattered with blood. Sergio then handed the doorman his sledgehammer and walked in. [color=f7976a]"Is the Don in? Finished the job. Guy put up a fight, and we've got a bullet hole in a window at 4505 Hemingway."[/color] The doorman mumbled a response. [color=f7976a]"A meeting, you say...? Thanks, amigo. I'll go wait outside his office for orders."[/color] With that, Sergio untied the bandana from his neck and stuffed it back into his pocket, and made his way up to the office door. It was closed, and so Sergio took a seat on a bench outside the door. Some minutes passed, and in his impatience, he stood and gave two short knocks at Corvi's office door. He wasn't yet the most trusted associate, but given the business he had had to attend to, the Don would likely want to know how it went. Public image was [i]extremely[/i] important in this business, after all. And, as an added bonus, Sergio figured he might be given another job to do. [hider=Mentions][@LostDestiny][@KimmiNinja][@GingerBoi123][@GrizzTheMauler] Is that everyone still in the office? Hope I didn't miss anyone.[/hider]