<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZjkwYTE0MjItNDE0ZC00ZjAzLTk1NTctZTQ4NDFiZWEwMDNjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjA0MDAwNDY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,666,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Julio Basilio Rodríguez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15648883#msg15648883)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Jules, El Commandante, El Jefe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>light grey vintage Duran Duran Rio album cover T-shirt, vintage blue Levi's 501 jeans, white Adidas Superstar sneakers with black stripes, injection-molded polymer concealed carry holster for custom 1911 and concealed carry injection-molded polymer double single-stack magazine case, leather concealed carry holster for S&W Model 649 revolver<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3/5/2050 | 11pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>"Abandoned" Herman Financial Construction Site<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arkady<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Late night drive turned ugly altercation.<br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps unluckily for both parties involved in the weapons transaction at the construction site, a certain former DEVGRU operator with close ties to local law enforcement was on a late night drive to clear his head in his all black Australian-built '73 Ford XB Falcon GT Pursuit Special replica. The Weiand 6-71 supercharger combined with the 351-cubic-inch Cleveland V8 cut a piercing shriek and howl through the night whenever he even got close to the gas pedal, as much as the mufflers attempted to stifle the bellow from the large-displacement V8. Keeping a feather-light control over his throttle input as though he was treading on eggshells, Julio cruised through "The Block" with both eyes open and alert.<br/><br/>He had taken a wrong turn a while back on his drive through the industrial section of the city and ended up on his current route that would take him through what some people might consider to be the "bad" part of the city where unsavoury characters gather when the sun goes down. With a car such as his, he really needed to make sure he didn't draw any more attention than he was drawing with the modifications to his car. Noticing that there seemed to be some activity ahead of him a city block away from the construction site, Julio frowned and pulled over as quickly as he was able to before tucking his car away from view and locked it up after retrieving a set of surgical gloves as well as a cheap balaclava just in case. This was a developing situation of dubious legality and he had to know if there were cops in the area waiting on a stakeout or if he's completely alone. Leaning against his car, he pulled out his phone and dialed for one of his friends on the force.<br/><br/>"Hey, is this Pizza Hut?" asked Julio, speaking in code with his detective friend on the force's night shift to obfuscate his conversation.<br/><br/>"Yeah it is." came the coded reply from Edna "Eddie" Collins, catching on to the code.<br/><br/>"I wanna ask if you guys deliver to 8th and Juliette?”<br/><br/>“Uh no sir, we don’t usually deliver to 8th and Juliette but we can get your order there if you want sir.”<br/><br/>“Alright. I want a Supreme pizza with extra mushrooms, extra sausage, double cheese, and jalapeño peppers,” said Julio, reporting the situation as something that would potentially require several SWAT teams to resolve after being told that they had no operations in the area that he was in. “If you can deliver within the next… I don’t know, 15 minutes, there’d be a big tip in it for you.”<br/><br/>“Alright. We’ll handle your order sir. Thank you for choosing Pizza Hut, have a good night sir.”<br/><br/>“Thanks, you too- The fuck you lookin at ese?” asked Julio, putting on an exaggerated fake accent and the sort of bravado you’d find on Latino gangbangers in order to lull the Slavic-looking man wearing an oddly bulgy two-piece suit who was approaching into underestimating him.<br/><br/>“Who were you calling?” came the predictably heavily accented query from one of Arkady's men.<br/><br/>“Why's that any of your business eh cabrón?” asked Julio, leaning into the accent even more. “This ain't your varrio! Better get outta here before I kick your ass puto!”<br/><br/>“I ask only one more time,” asked the lackey again with a little more force in his voice, backed by him reaching into his jacket to draw the large OTs-33 Pernach that he had holstered. “Who were you calling?”<br/><br/>Now Julio had the man right where he wanted him, a mook with a handgun held in only one hand pointed straight at him. The only natural thing to do would be to feign compliance and take him down while he’s distracted.<br/><br/>“Ok ok, I was calling for a pizza, from Pizza Hut? I was hungry, you know?” said Julio faking an apology, raising his hands while keeping his phone in his hands.<br/><br/>“Show me phone, now!”<br/><br/>“You can have it man. It’s unlocked.”<br/><br/>“Who is Eddie?”<br/><br/>“Eddie’s my homie, he works at the Pizza Hut. Asked him to get me a pizza pronto you know?” said Julio, trying to keep the mook distracted before quickly drawing the Smith & Wesson 649 revolver that he had kept in an easy-to-reach quick draw concealed carry holster and simultaneously knocking the muzzle of the Pernach away from him with a swipe from his left hand.<br/><br/>Channeling his power, Julio increased the density of the 125-grain Gold Dot JHP .357 Magnum rounds to double that of its original density to increase the amount of kinetic energy, mass and stopping power carried in the jacketed hollow-point bullets, causing the Slavic mook to stumble from the impact of the three rounds that was dumped into his chest. The shock from getting shot so suddenly caused the lackey to be unable to respond at an adequate speed towards his imminent death by a quick double tap to the bottom of his chin.<br/><br/>“Fuckin’ Russian asshole made me have to shoot him… Now I have to make an even bigger mess… Damn it!” swore Julio under his breath as he quickly put on the pair of nitrile gloves and the balaclava that he had taken from his car to avoid leaving his fingerprints on the weapons that he’s bound to take in order to defend himself and preventing any survivors from seeing what he looked like. “Sorry about this Eddie…”<br/><br/>Holstering his revolver and pocketing his phone, Julio quickly picked up the Pernach that the mook had dropped and press-checked it before searching for ammo on his person and finding two spare magazines.<br/><br/>“Any son of a bitch that comes for me will get a faceful of this gun…” muttered Julio as he moved towards the construction site while staying behind cover.