Name: Ayr<br/>Tagged: Dwarf<br/>Location: adjacent to the vip room<br/><br/>"oh she's a delecious tart isn't she? She's probably making the jersery devil scream about now, either with him inside her, or a high calibur handgun to his temple." Ayr barely finished the sentence before the dwarf found himself with a rubber glove crushing his windpipe and pinning him to a barrel of wiskey. He popped the top off the barrel jammed the dwarf's head backward into the drink. The victim kicked, went for his blade. Ayr held fast, pulling the man's weapons from their holsters before he could reach for them. the dwarf kicked, burbbled, and struggled. "Stubborn as the rest of them" Ayr had to use both hands to keep his head under the stale beer, and he would not stop kicking.<br/><br/>He sighed and flipped the soon to be corpse into the barrel and put the cover back on, locking the lid. there was a few bits of banging, a couple loud thumps. then nothing. He had to hand it to dwarves, they engineered the roughest toughest barrels around to hold all that delecious beer, great for stashing bodies too.<br/><br/>With that annoyance out of the way he went into the VIP room, passing by one or two guards who had seen them pass already, when one held up his hand Ayr looked down at him and tightened his legs against his crotch. "bathroom, by the way your friend gives great head."  the guard let him pass with an amused look on his face.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for him to spot the shaft in the bathroom leading to the subway. he nodded to the guard and went into the stall nearest to the shaft. He pulled the explosives from his bag placing them inside the toilet, this is why professionals used plastique and electric, waterproofed detonators instead of gunpowder. when he pressed the button the room would go up like the fourth, sending a backblast that would rip through the VIP room, likely killing those inside. He had to get demona out before that happened. He flushed, the ten pounds of shaped plastique and detonator clogging the pipe and not going down.<br/><br/>With that he exited the stall walking up to the guard who, to be honest, would rather play on his phone than guard a literal hole in the ground in the back room of a building that was reinforced with steel. he knelt down to tie his boot, grabbed the serrated blade, and brought it up into the guard's neck. not that it killed the suprise dwarf on impact, he was forced to grapple the dwarf to the wall and saw a bit before it stopped. he dragged the bleeding dwarf to the stall and placed his head in the toilet as if dealing with an overabundance of drink. it also helped drain the blood so it did not create further mess, so far all the blood was on him.<br/>Good thing about rubber and latex, it washed off with a bit of water, and better yet. no camreas in such a private room where illegal things may happen, and if documented, would be evidence. golddiggers valued privacy, not like The Light at all.<br/><br/>He pressed on his bluetooth connection. "Angel to Succey and Fae, package delivered with love and care. call back when Jersey has been liberated." it was likely that they'd intercept signals within the building, but if they did, they'd also have to contend with local cell phone interferance, let along a screwey call like that.