<i>This time when Kael stepped through the boarded doorway, he wouldn't be greeted by armed, angry, bikers pointing guns at him. Just a single armed, angry, biker, but with his shotgun slung over his back and not pointing at Kael. This biker would lead him through the building, down into the basement nightclub, where instead of dim light, loud music and filled with people dancing and drinking, tonight the area would be fully lit, some men would be on a bank of computers and the only sounds would be of the computers and other men checking a variety of weapons, and into an office in the back of the club, overlooking the main floor and bar.<br/>
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Once Kael was in the office, Charlie would wave a hand at the escort telling him to leave them and indicate for him to take a seat across from his desk. Charlie had indeed heard the entire conversation Kael had had with the doorman and he just looked at the man across from him silently for a few moments, as if sizing him up, then leaned forward with a sigh, interlacing his fingers in front of him on the desk and gave Kael a small smirk.</i><br/><br/>âSorry about the earlier greeting. Don't get many unexpected visitors here, don't much like them under normal circumstances, and tonight isn't exactly normal. Didn't want to take any chances, ya know? Anyways. All of what you said to old Mulligan true?â<br/><br/>-------------------------------------<br/><br/><blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="" data-quote="Temara" data-source="">
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</blockquote><i>At this, there would be a click behind the mans head, probably causing his eyes to widen and almost get out an expletive before there was a flash and loud bang followed by part of the mans face exploding showering the wall, floor and most likely part of Sam in blood, bone and brain matter. <br/>
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The man fell forward and hit the ground with a dull thump, leaving an immaculately dressed man, in a finely tailored suit, standing there with the literal smoking gun. </i><br/><br/>âHow many times do I have to tell you people? Do. Not. Touch. The merchandise.â<br/><br/><i>Sighing in exasperation, like he was so hard done by, he kicked the corpse of Sam's former keeper away from him and looked around him. As if looking for someone else to shoot. Be it slave or slaver. Looking at some slavers, he waved the hand with the gun in the air and indicated to the lump at his feet.</i><br/><br/>âClean this mess up. He's bleeding all over my shoes.â<br/><br/><i>Then he would turn his head, and his gaze would fall on Sam, a half smile forming at the corner of his lips. The kind of smile that made ones skin crawl, along with the look in his eyes. Like he was undressing her and fucking her in his mind already, amoung other things.<br/>
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Turning to face Sam fully, putting his gun inside his jacket, he leaned over her, grabbing her by the chin, not too rough, but not lightly either, and if she tried to pull away or resist he'd hold firmer and jerk her head, but would say nothing. He turned her head from side to side, inspecting her face in the way one would inspect an animal they were considering purchasing. Releasing her with another exasperated sigh, he'd take a step back, looking over the rest of her, his eyes traveling along every visible curve and bit of skin. When he spoke, his voice would be overly sweet with a hint of annoyance.</i><br/><br/>âMy sincerest apologies for your mistreatment. So hard to find good help these days. All one can find is boorish barbarians who have no idea how to treat a woman and foam at the mouth at a bit of skin.â<br/><br/><i>He would turn again, this time to a rather large man, about the size of a truck, who had been standing behind him the entire time.</i><br/><br/>âGet her cleaned up and bring her up to my office.â<br/><br/><i>A look over his shoulder back at Sam, another full body inspection, then back to the man with a handwave at her face.</i><br/><br/>âAnd find out whoever did that. I do not like them being bruised. Lowers the price.â<br/><br/><i>With that said, the man would walk out of the room without another word or glance back, followed by some slavers and a line of slaves, a mixture of women and children, leaving his man to follow his orders with Sam.</i>