(double post srry) 1/2<br/><br/>The problem with organized crime is that as a boss, you need to employ usually many highly armed, well trained, extremely dangerous and illegally motivated individuals to fill your ranks. Itâ€™s just a necessity; everyone needs muscle if they want to take down big scores, but as stated earlier they are usually lifelong criminals and have low fiber count in the moral fiber department. So itâ€™s real easy to scare some regular Joe, you send one of these guys over and he or she has a talk with that person, and either they straighten up or they go away, but what if itâ€™s one of these highly dangerous motherfuckers in which you employ is the person you need to deal with, what then? You could send a bunch of equally highly dangerous men over to have that talk with them, but chances are they donâ€™t like talking and you end up with a bunch of dead henchmen you have to replace. Itâ€™s a never-ending cycle.<br/><br/>Victor â€˜the Gorgonâ€™ Creed is the answer to this dilemma, his nickname derived from the myth that even stone cold killers freeze up like deer in headlights when he comes to kill them. He is billed as a hitmanâ€™s Hitman, and his advanced skills and pathos allows him to hunt and kill the other killers. He is extremely costly and guarantees all contracts. His standing record is 152 confirmed kills of rouge professional killers, over a period of two decades. Not only do clients pay exorbitant amounts for his services, additionally they arenâ€™t allowed to dictate any mandates on the contracts. His terms, and his machinations, the target dies when and where and how Creed decidesâ€¦ and let me tell you brothers and sistersâ€¦business is booming.<br/>Fairly recently; a purposefully unnamed mob boss just hired Creed to whack out; not 1, not 2, but 3 â€˜playersâ€™ that survived a botched syndicate owned, bank robbery. Most of the smucks on the team had the common sense to die during the actual robbery and rightly so, it was a Syndicate owned credit union and there werenâ€™t some fat assed security guards trained to surrender immediately in case of hostile takeover, this security force that consisted of multiple highly trained mob enforcers in body armor and submachine guns none the less.  But Skyler Thorne, Rain Gray and Johnny Slater decided that dying like a good crook wasnâ€™t good enough for them, and now Creed had been contracted to resolve that problem.<br/><br/>Creed had received his contract yesterday, meaning that the crooks had a two day jump on him. The nameless mob boss employer had no leads to offer any leads onto finding the runaway players, but the Gorgon wasnâ€™t your average hitman, he was elite, and within 24 hours heâ€™d beaten and broken enough men to find the name heâ€™d been looking for. â€˜Fat Moe-Moeâ€™ was an old washed up con man that knew just and worked with just about every criminal agent on the west coast. He was the only man whom knew the other criminals that did bite the bullet during the robbery, and he had links to Johnny, Rain and Skyler.<br/><br/>Creed killed every one of Fat Moeâ€™s men upon arriving at his offices. It turned out that â€˜fatâ€™ Moe wasnâ€™t fat at all, he was quite a skinny man, but the point was moot now as he was tied to a chair and punched stupid by the Gorgon. The Gorgon was dressed in an expensive dark suit when he entered, but now he adorns a rubber butcherâ€™s apron and a wife beater. His face is covered by a white linen mouth and nose mask and his eyes are hidden behind a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses. His large lean muscled arms protrude and a pock marked in countless scars from previous job.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m not going to lie to you Moe-Moeâ€¦I am going to kill you whether you tell me what I want to know or notâ€¦.What is still up for grabs is whether you die clean, or I continue to torture you for the next 4 hoursâ€¦donâ€™t scoff, 4 hours is a very long time when someone is doing the things I have planned to do to you, I could have said for the next<span style="font-weight: bold">days</span>but I donâ€™t have that sort of time. So take your time and think it over, because every minute I have to wait will be one you pay for with previously unimagined agoniesâ€¦â€ Creed dictated to the punch-drunk older criminal, while taking a series of implements out of his briefcase.<br/><br/>â€œYou ainâ€™t â€¦.<span style="font-style: italic">cough cough</span>â€¦you ainâ€™t a cop or Iâ€™d be dick deep in finger print ink by nowâ€¦soâ€¦<span style="font-style: italic">cough cough glurp</span>sooâ€¦ Who you working forâ€¦Gambino?...huh? Castello?..who?â€ Moe spitted and sputtered with the pouring blood that was leaking from his broken nose.<br/><br/>â€œI am the Gorgonâ€¦Youâ€™ve heard of me, so donâ€™t play stupid. â€˜Whoâ€™ employs me isnâ€™t quite as important as why Iâ€™ve been employed, the â€˜whyâ€™ is important because someone deemed it important enough to hire me, and I can assure you that my services donâ€™t come cheap. So that means that the recoup for the investor has to be higher than my salaryâ€¦.thatâ€™s a big score. You hired these men women, knowing full well that you were ripping off multiple mafia familiesâ€™ common interests, did you at least let them in on your little secret, or did you just let them walk into a â€˜turkey shootâ€™?â€ Creed asked, pacing back and forth in front of Moeâ€™s prone form. The movement didnâ€™t come off as nervous, instead it looked more like a shark treading water before it strikes. Creed held up a pair of needle-nosed pliers and a ballpein hammer, menacingly.<br/><br/>â€œThe â€˜gorgonâ€™ huhâ€¦.Yeahâ€¦you got meâ€¦Iâ€™ve heard storiesâ€¦but you know how gossip isâ€¦you canâ€™tâ€™ fucking trust shit some spooked crook says while heâ€™s drunkâ€¦â€™Sidesâ€¦.Donâ€™t look like I turned to stone  here! HAHAHA<span style="font-style: italic">cough cough couch gag</span>hahahaha!â€ Moe defiantly announces, looking absolutely pathetic whilst choking on his own blood.<br/><br/>The Gorgon didnâ€™t reply to the joust at his ego, instead his leapt forward and buried the semi-blunt tip of the closed pair of pliers into meat of Moeâ€™s skinny chest.  Using he grabbed each handle and force the pleirs open, spreading the manâ€™s wound. â€œAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!â€ Moe cried out in the previously mentioned unimaginable pain the Creed had brought up.<br/>â€œI am centimeters form puncturing your pressurized chest cavity; doing so will result in your slow suffocation; this is a good way to die compared to what I have in store for youâ€¦â€ Creed maxed the pliers opening range out and turned the small puncture wound into a ripped gaping wound. â€œTell me now where they are â€˜Moe-Moeâ€™â€¦Tell me now and stop wasting both of our timeâ€¦â€ the Greek Monster snarled inches form Moeâ€™s pain stricken visage. â€œ3 HOURS AND FIFTY FUCKING EIGHT MINUTES TO GOâ€¦.MOE!â€  Creed screams in his face while dropping his knee on to Moeâ€™s balls.