<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>Location: Kohlberg Station<br/>Tagged: Sonakshi Khan<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>"You're correct Sonakshi, we barely stayed in the black with this run." He confirmed her suspicions about the financial state of their last run. "She won't admit that things are tight for her, and after paying us and resupplying this run just might put her in the red for the run, that is why after we have a look at what is available on the market we are going to my side of the fence and seeing what we can get from there." Following behind her onto the box of a shuttle he spent the entire trip in silence with Sonakshi and every time the shuttle pilot tried to ask a question or make small talk he silenced the man with a look. Once on the station Donovan agreed with her about the pricing. "Yeah, they are going to try and rob you blind with a smile on their faces. I will agree to go with you, but in all honesty Doc, it would be easier to just skip them and go to a black market supplier, or an underground clinic."<br/><br/>On the station Donovan let Dr. Khan lead him through the station to the legitimate clinics and medical suppliers playing nice. He stood slightly behind her at each place and let his presence do all of his speaking. With eyes glowing their unsettling bright orange and a skin crawling smile on his face he would simply shake his head whenever they made an offer that was out of hand. Several quickly got the point and dropped prices slightly, but it was still the next best thing to robbery. A grim smile spread across his face when she finally admitted to needing to using "alternative market" as she had so gracefully put it.<br/><br/>Taking the lead now he lead them to the stations souk. "Stick to my heels, when I make my move we are going to need to be quick Sonakshi." He said to her over his shoulder. Once again his eyes were blazing, and as they walked through the bustling crowds they were flitting around madly, like trapped animals in a cage trying to break free. His gaze moved from face to face, a fraction of a second spent on each one before it darted to next. Tens, hundreds, thousands of faces in moments. The implants in his eyes allowing him to scan the faces at high speed and in intimate detail. "There are watchers and runners every hundred meters. They use simple hand signs to talk to each other." His tone was flat, almost machine like. "There is bound to be a break in the chain somewhere." Moments later his eyes stopped their rapid movements and his face lost its emotionless set, replaced with the look of a top predator spotting it's next victim.<br/><br/>A complete shift occurred from one step to the next, the casual walk he had maintained while scanning the crowds melted into a sinuous stalk. He cut through the bodies like they were not even there, never so much as rustling a sleeve of a person he passed. The kid, no older than his early twenties didn't see the stalking harbinger of pain and death until Donovan's glowing eyes and mad rictus were inches from his face. "What the shit!" The kid squeaked jumping and trying to step back only to have his back meet a wall. The boy was skinny wearing raggedy clothes, with a ratty goatee and dark oily hair that hung listless over his eyebrows. His mud colored eyes were bloodshot and wide in surprise and a bit of fear. "Tell me thing, where can I find a backroom clinic." Donovan's voice was pitched low so that only the two of them could hear, his gravely tone full of unspoken promises of sadistic pain. "I-I ain't gotta tell you a Goddamned thing freak." He stammered trying to put on a brave front. "Thank you." Donovan said, his tone completely genuine. "For wh-" The words were cut off abruptly by a wordless, strained, drawn out squeak of pain.<br/><br/>Donovan grabbed the kid's left forearm with his right hand and hand with his left, with a decisive tug and slight twist he dislocated the wrist. Still holding the forearm he left go of the kid's hand and grabbed his bicep, again with a quick, almost thoughtless motion popped the elbow out of joint. Holding the bicep he let go of the forearm and placed his hand on his shoulder and dislocated that as well, in the matter of 3 seconds or less, without a single hesitation. "Now you have a reason to take me to where I want to go." He said patting the stunned guy's cheek. His eyes where opened wide, pupils pinpoints, mouth hanging a gape and the choked squeak still barely escaping his throat. Staring at the kid locked in pain Donovan growled. A quick jab to his solar plexus blasted the air from him. Gripping him by the back of the neck Donovan made him stand straight and then slapped him hard on the back causing him to take in a shape intake of air at the sudden sting. "Clinic. Now. Or I will stop playing nice and start breaking things not dislocating." The now crying guy nodded and turned down the shadowy alley shuffling off still stunned and reeling from the sudden shitty day that had sprang upon him. Glancing back to see if Sonakshi was following. Flashing her a deviant smile he gave the older woman a wink and followed after the drug peddler.<br/><br/>The alleys of the souk were a complex maze, one that the deeper they went into the seedier the businesses around became. This was more Donovan's speed. Back room dealings, illegal trade, and a near total absence of morals. A few people hawked their wares to the trio but an glare that threatened Donovan was as likely to buy from them as he was to try and eat their faces quickly silenced any offers. "H-here." The kid said though a silent sob. "Go on in kid." Donovan commanded. Not looking back the kid nodded and pushed open the door stepping inside. Donovan held up a hand to Sonakshi signalling her to wait a moment. A three count later Donovan stepped through the door. Inside two huge men were standing eyeing the kid. Hired muscle to protect the doctor and his backroom practices. Having a morally unconscious doctor on staff was a great asset that any organization with half a brain cell would protect. They were in plainclothes but Donovan's experience placed them easily by the way they held themselves.<br/><br/>The screeching static came roaring back to life inside Donovan's head. Eyes ablaze he drew his pistol and put a slug into the center of each thugs chest. There was a bright flash as they where hit and the incendiary component reacted with their blood causing a flash fire that seared their insides nearly instantly. The sickly sweet smell of burning meat quickly filled the room. Striking the kid in the back of the head dropping him to the floor alive but unconscious Donovan stepped over him eyes darting over every possible hiding place in the front room. Through the piercing, wailing static in his head he heard the very real sounds of footsteps coming from the back room. Grabbing a clip of HDAP ammo he flawlessly swapped clips, took aim and let off five shots. Three hit targets behind the walls by the sounds of pained cries.<br/><br/>"Stay out Doc!" He yelled back to Sonakshi as he once again switched clips holding the partially spent one in his hand ready to switch again if needed. Dropping in to a crouch he dashed as quickly as possible in his lowered position with his gun leading. As he turned the corner his augmented eyes targeted onto two more living thugs. A third as dead on the floor between them, the first injured, the last several feet clear of Donovan's wild shots. Before his brain could react to what he was seeing his hand moved to where it needed to be almost by its own accord and planted an API slug into each of the thugs. There was a scream in his head, the echoing scream of ten thousand faceless voices all sounding at once.  His brain felt like a million fire ants were chewing on it. Rising to his full height, Donovan ran at the only door at the end of the hall. As he drew close he swapped clips again and shot through the walls on either side of the door. Yells of panicked surprised and one of pain echoed out. Tucking the empty clip into a pocket he loaded the API clip back into his gun.<br/><br/>Dropping to his knees teeth clenched Donovan hissed in pain. He felt like his blood was replaced with boiling acid, his bones were breaking off into splinters and that his nerve endings were all exposed and being treated to a lovely little sand blasting.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000"><i>"Finish the job HV24601JV, you were made better than this. Don't disgrace your family again. GET UP! FIGHT! KILL! SURVIVE!"</i></span>Donovan let out a primal scream and in spite of the voices howling for his flesh to be rent, his blood spilled, bones shattered, he pressed forward. Opening the door he stepped inside and took a bullet to the left shoulder. He replied by cooking the shooters brain inside his skull while snarling at him. Another shot grazed his ribs and was repaid with a shot to the throat that left the thug's head burnt from his body. Only one man remained, a skinny fellow wearing a white coat over an expensive suit.<br/><br/>Donovan cleared the distance between them in the space of a breath. His breather was surprising calm as he bleed freely. Unfortunately for the supposed doctor, that only made the nightmare visage now inches from his face all the more terrifying. His lip was curled up in a twitching snarl, while his head jerked in small fits. His eyes looked to be vibrating in his skull as he stared at the man. "Are you the doctor here?" He asked in a steady, cordial manner. The man swallowed hard and nodded. "Good." A fist smashed into the man's nose the soft cartilage collapsing under the force of Donovan's fist sending them man reeling backwards and onto the ground. Walking to him Donovan leaned down and grabbed the man by the arm and flung him across the room heavily into the far wall. "I have a friend that needs some of your equipment. You are going to donate it to her." He explained talking slowly like one would a child who didn't understand a new concept.<br/><br/>Walking with the confident movements of an alpha predator, the intimation was only increased by the ticks and spasms that racked his body. As he got to the doctor he reached down again and gripped a fist full of the man's thick black hair. "Very nice. Do you use product?" He asked confusing the terrified man who was doing his damnedest to scuttle along with Donovan as he was dragged by the hair down the hall. "DOCTOR K! I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!" Donovan hollered out to the woman waiting outside.<br/><br/>When she cam in Donovan pulled the man to his knees. "Met... Um what ever this pickle fuckers name is. He has something to tell you." Jerking the pickle fuckers head back he stared him dead in the eyes. "Tell the good doctor that she can take anything here that she needs." "Wh-why wou-" As he spoke Donovan's free hand shot to the man's face and he caught the two front teeth between forefinger and thumb and broke them from the man's mouth. "No. Bad pickle fucker. You don't get to ask questions. Let me explain the rules to this new game. I tell you to do something, you say 'yes sir' and do it." Donovan bounced the two teeth off the man's forehead. "Tell the good Doctor over there that she is to take whatever she needs from your facility."<br/><br/>This time though sobs and with a slight lisp and whistle to his words he complied. "You can have whatever you want." He sobbed. "Well well, look at that Doctor K, he didn't listen to well and now you have an ever better deal. Take whatever you want, but also make sure to grab the stuff we need too."<br/><br/>Returning his focus to the bleeding, crying man he still held a tight grip on he clicked his tongue at him disappointingly. "You know your employers are going to kill you for this right. Giving away so much of their stuff. It's a shame really." Throwing the man to the ground he deliberately stomped his hand breaking it. "Sonakshi I am going to watch the door. If there are any lock boxes that need to be opened have him do it for you. He will comply, if not, I will make him and he will hate himself for the decision." Cold. That was the only way to describe the new tone and look on Donovan's face. No more was there the look of madness, or the calm he had during his down time on the St. Anne, only a coldness harsher than the void of space. "Make it fast Doctor K. I don't know how long we have to get ourselves out of here."