Ladro
Character
A name had come up one to many times. That made it twice all together. A worthless male had now defaulted and slipped away from Ladro's men twice since the call had been sent out. A beacon of where to meet and when had reached the man as it did to anyone in debt to 'the faceless man'. Over the course of two months he had now failed to transfer the credits that were owed. The money was no longer accepted as payment. Something more valuable to the scumbag would settle his accounts. Due to Ladro's necessity for already being on planet meant that this little problem would be dealt with personally before leaving. Tracking the man was simple thanks to a few leads from a family he had spoken with only hours before at the Royal Palace. A single word had been given to him on a slip of paper. Trevton. A few minutes later and Ladro had found his heading. His shuttle tore through the sky bringing him within a few blocks. Distance was kept for good reason. It would allow his entrance to the area to go unknown. A short walk through the under side of the city led him to the entrance of the bar. From across the street keen eyes took in the surroundings of the building before finding two points of entry besides the front door. Both guarded. To think the building would have been anything but seemed stupid. After all his years, Ladro knew that wasn't necessarily a problem.
Walking to the back door and up the corridor brought him standing face to face with a guard who seemed not to pleased to be out in the rain with the street walkers. The piece of paper exchanged hands along with a credit slip that was more than the man was going to make all week. Entry was granted. Silent footsteps through the dark corridors leading to the bar made sure no one knew of his location. Sure there were cameras but with a hooded figure it wouldn't matter what was recorded. Besides the man he was after was said to be in a private room with one of the strippers. Insult to injury always made for more fun.
Door after door the numbers got closer and closer until he was standing in front of his mark. When the numbers matched a small magnetic bar was placed in the center of the metal door. Ladro's index finger touched the center of the bar and three seconds later an electric pulse detonated into the framing causing the door to short out. Both palms placed flat on the door and pushing with all his might moved it open slowly. Neither of the patrons inside seemed to notice. Just an inch further and the hooded figure slipped into the room. A firm guidance of strength replaced the door to a closed position before the black figure stepped into the shadowed corner. From what Ladro could see this woman was beautiful and had clearly been payed well. Activities between his target and the stripper had switched from eyes glued to hands on. Silently moving forward brought him feet from the bed undetected. It wasn't until he stopped beside the bed that his presence was known. A shriek sounded out from the female who threw herself backwards upon seeing the hooded figure. Her skull slammed against the metal wall knocking her unconscious. As her shriek sounded out the target's head snapped to the side looking for what had startled her. Ladro's hands gripped the man's skull. Thumbs equipped with tiny needles sticking out through the gloves shoved into the man's eye sockets piercing through the retina's and digging as deep as Ladro could get. Human agony in verbal form released from somewhere undiscovered by science. Releasing the mans head was all it took. His target thrashed around on the bed screaming in pain while blood smeared all over the sheets on the bed.
"Your debt has been paid. Consider yourself a free man." came a whispering toned voice loud enough to be heard over the screams. It was the last thing the man would hear before two fingers were jabbed firmly into the right side of his neck rendering him unconscious. Two limp bodies sprawled out in strange unnatural positions. Slipping the door back once more marked his departure into the shadows. This time mindful to leave out of the opposite exit sent him through the bar. The music was so loud not a single person could hear each other speak let alone screams from a back room. Walking out the front doors and into the streets allowed him to breath the fresh air, that was filtered through his mask, and slip into the shadows where he belonged. The needles on both thumbs were removed and dropped on the streets without a care. It brought a sense of happiness to him once again while he made his way to the ship. If only the galaxy were a simpler place.