[center][h2][u]Hell’s Minions[/u][/h2] [hr][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 2~ Night[/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Cedarvale Apartment Complex -Entertainment District, Ominar [/h3][/sub][/center] [hr] A dark tinted window sedan rolled up and grounded to a halt on street curb, just outside the Cedarvale Apartment complex. Its motor broke the silence penetrating through the usual busy atmosphere found within the busy neighborhood as everyone had settled down for the night. After several moments, a white haired man, dressed in inconspicuous clothing, casually exited from the well kept car. He let observed the apartment complex a moment then turned his head expectedly back toward it, his voice raspy and hard in tone, “This seems to be the place that Mr. Cortes told us about.” His thumb wiped at his hawk like nose then idly traced his vivid, deep scar along his upper lip to his cheek bone while waiting. Two more individuals, both males, exited the sedan and looked toward him to lead. Sighing, the head twisted on heel then glided up the small porch steps and attempted to open the door to the lobby. It jiggled, but didn’t give to his attempt to enter. “Something wrong, Zackary?” Asked Ronald, the individual with a wavy top and shaved sides. A large, decorative tribal tattoo decorated his neck front from his collarbone to his jawline, through partially hidden by his leather jacket collar being propped upright. His blue eyes looked about watchfully during his wait for the door to be open as he stepped back, appearing to head back to the car and bolt from one obstruction in their way. Zackary sighed, his hand ruffled his combed back hair and short cut hair while he thought. The lock was arcanic compared to those from the business district, one of the sub security companies, and wouldn’t take much to pick. Casually he began to mouth silently an incantation causing a whisper to float directly into Ron’s ear, the man abruptly stopped when his attention caught the information. “Just bring the lock pick from the car and stand watch. You don’t want me to tell Mr. Cortes you high tailed and ran off, do you?” Ron tightened his grip, briefly, over the door handle then opened. He ducked in and retrieved the lock picks behind the seat, retreating back upright then quickly passed them off to Zackary. The older man gave a wicked smile and bent over, carefully working on the lock. In a short time it came undone with a click. Satisfied with his work, he carefully made his way in without worry of leaving any evidence behind thanks to the recent collection of technology the Serpientes de Ouroboros traded for. Anyone reasonable would be asleep as they walked into the shabby lobby, the first floor of the cheap place, and drifted to counter. Zackary’s thin, willowy figure moved toward the counter, noting the numerous mailboxes behind it. His tongue pressed against his heavily scarred cheek as his finger raised in the air and darted from one box to the next, each one named and numbered. His grey eyes crinkled in acknowledgement when his sights came to rest on Nikki Patel’s name at room 006. His lips curled into a toothy, crooked grin. He moved from the counter, his finger made a crescent circle in the air for the other two to follow him. Without holding back his excitement, he took the stair steps two at a time all the way up to the third floor. The other two hot in his wake. Upon entering the hallway, his eyes swayed back and forth until he noted the door plate with the number he sought. Again the lockpicks came as he lowered to one knee, his fingers professionally manipulating the metal tumblers until the knobs opened with a click and the door leaned outward. Carefully, they made their way inside. [center]~~|Nikki Patel|~~[/center] The sound of running water ceased as Nikki edged into the hallway. She was wearing a sports bra and boxer briefs, the only things she managed to get on during her path to relieve herself. One arm stretched high and over her head, her other crossed over behind her head to add to the afterglow still lingering on her surface. The muscle pulled briefly while she let a deep, lengthy yawn rippled from her mouth. On the way down, her hand ruffled her turned over and dyed purple bangs before they rose up again. She had considered a shower, but her mind didn’t want to wash away the haze from sleep just yet. Her eyes heavily crusted with sleep grit, her hand back rubbed each eye to clear her vision long enough for her to walk back to her bed. A bed that still held a naked, pretty girl wrapped in the sheets. Nikki smirked, groggily at the wild night they had and looking forward to the morning to come. Her bare feet padded down the hallway to the bedroom door, pausing a moment in confusion. She turned her eyes to spot the front door slightly a jarred. Every sense jerked awake and her sight narrowed on the scene, knowing full well she had shut [i]and[/i] locked it. Carefully, she popped her door open. She leaned down and reached around the doorframe for the basebat which stood there just in case. Her fingers gripped the end just when a cobra seemed to strike. A man’s hand wrapped about her face. It clasped over her mouth just when she screamed, silencing her. Her arms thrashed about as she heard a dark, eager chuckle in her ear and her figure lifted from her feet. She kicked out to try to knock him off her. The lamp caught the end of her foot causing the hallway lamp to crash loudly, then pop and fizzle out. In complete darkness, Nikki continued to struggle thanks to the fear and desperation pounding at her skull. A sense of survival crept into her usually calm demeanor while she clawed from being pulled back into the kitchen. Zackary’s voice whispered into her hearing, “Shhhh, stop struggling bitch. Or your little whore in there will be joining you. Mr. Cortes warned you about shooting off your mouth, now you get to pay the price.”