The floor is polished to the point of a perfect reflection, showing off the clean, detailed vehicles as if it were a national car show event. Each vehicle has its own space, resting in position to be driven out of the building without having to move another. Talon walks into the shot, wearing a pair of custom tailored black dress slacks and a white dress shirt, loosely worn, untucked, and only buttoned to his mid chest. As he walks by his collection of exotic and domestic vehicles the camera pans around to show his less than pleased expression as he walks over to the back of the garage-floor to cleared area where his new custom fitted Bugatti Veyron is raised on the lift and a mechanic is carefully removing the gas tank to flush and clean the system…
Talon, “…How long until you complete the system flush?”
The mechanic steps out from under the Veyron and looks at Talon, sensing his displeasure.
Mechanic, “Mr. Wilkinson, it will be at least four more hours until I am finished with the flush, I also have to reattach the gas tank, run a diagnostic to insure the quality, and then test drive her.”
Talon’s brow tenses as he scowls at the man who instantly takes a half step back.
Talon, “No one pilots that vehicle but me… do you understand?”
The mechanic nods meekly.
Mechanic, “Yes sir, I understand, I’m sorry sir. I just wanted to be sure the car was safe.”
Talon looks at him, growing angrier by the second, feeling the mechanic’s incompetence radiating off of him, sensing his fear, and turning it into reciprocating aggression.
Talon, “If you cannot insure my safety through your works alone, perhaps I have the wrong mechanic here working on this task… Perhaps I should dismiss you from this project, and maybe pay a visit to your daughter in her dorm at Stanford… I’m sure she’d enjoy some company and learning of the sacrifice her father made to send her to college…”
The mechanic’s face instantly begins to well up. His fears and agony pour through the look in his eyes as Talon continues.
Talon, “I wonder how she will respond when I tell her that ‘daddy’ couldn’t fulfill his obligations after all this time… I wonder how her body will respond to my touch?”
Mechanic, “You Wont Touch her! ”
Talon smirks menacingly at the mechanic as he looks at him inquisitively, yet aggressively.
Talon, “Oh… I will do much more than touch her, if you breech the deal you made with our Lord, the deal you made… what, 18 months ago? …If you decide to bail out now, I am within our contract to pay Lindsey a visit. The deal was crystal clear, you give yourself to us, and we put Lindsey through college at Stanford, untouched. You drop the ball, and she loses her future as a doctor, and I’m the one who breaks the news to her… in my own special way.”
Talon’s smirk becomes a malicious grin as he licks his lips in a coy manner, sending the mechanic over the edge.
Mechanic, “You son of a b###h! I’ll KILL YOU!”
The mechanic lunges across the room, crashing into Talon, sending both men to the floor; before the mechanic can try to attack any further, Talon uses his Brazilian Jujitsu skills to counter around, grabbing the mechanic’s arm with his legs, wrapping into an omoplata position. The mechanic screams in pain as Talon leans forward, applying nearly unbearable pressure to the shoulder as he leans up and speaks into the mechanic’s ear.
Talon, “…You worthless, ingrate. You should be worshipping the ground I walk on. You should be anointing my feet with oils, and you should be singing my praises! You think, you really think that you can hurt me? You did nothing but seal your fate.”
Talon leans even farther forward as the mechanic frantically tries to apologize, but as Talon leans up all the way to a standing position, the Mechanic’s shoulder rips apart as the joint, tendons, and cartilage can all be heard grinding an ripping under his skin.
The mechanic is in an unbelievable amount of pain as Talon dusts of his attire and walks toward the elevator.
Talon, “…For whoever has will be given more, and will have an abundance. But whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him…. Mathew 13 : 12…”
He pauses as he steps into the elevator, taking in the painful cries of the broken man before him.
Talon, “I’ll tell Lindsey you are ‘sorry’…but I doubt she will be very receptive to your apologies either.”
Talon steps into the elevator as the mechanic screams out louder than before. The door shuts, drowning out his screams as Talon presses the intercom button on the elevator before pressing the “33” button. As the elevator train heads up, the intercom replies.
Guard (intercom): “Yes my Lord?”
Talon, “Send a small unit down to my garage. Mr. Reid has breached his contract and is now in the facility unpermitted… See too it he is dealt with very soon.”
Guard, “It will be done immediately my Lord, would you like him removed from the premises… or taken to a holding area?”
Talon’s eyes light up with a glint of imagination as he rubs his hands together with a sly grin.
Talon, “Take him to the beta lab in the Southern Tower… I have an experiment I think would be befitting to his situation. Treat his injury before hand though. I will be back on Friday night.”
Guard, “Yes my Lord. Is there anything else?”
Talon, “No, that is all. Is my load out kit prepared for my flight?”
Guard, “Of course my Lord, all ammunition, body armor, equipment, and staff are prepared whenever you give the order.”
Talon, “Excellent… I will inform you when I am ready for that voyage. Notify me when Mr. Reid is in the holding cell of the beta lab.”
Talon presses the button to disconnect the intercom as he steps forward and the elevator doors open on the 33rd floor. The cameras remain with him on his way down the long dark hallway. He arrives at a set of lavish double doors and pushes them open to reveal a luxurious yet cold, emotionless penthouse-like area. As soon as he steps through the doors, Talon looks left and right; but before he can say anything, the breathtaking young reporter from a week ago appears in the door way from one of the bed rooms.
Talon, “Courtney, I thought you may have attempted to leave…”
The reporter, who has seemingly completely given herself over to her new “savior” smiles nervously as she walks over to him and kneels.
Courtney, “No my Lord, I would never leave you. Through you I have salvation.”
Talon smiles, sending a relaxing wave over the young lady as she stands up.
Talon, “Very good my child. You have no doubt been making use of the libraries I see.”
Courtney, “Yes, yes I have. I have learned many things, I have atoned for many sins, and I believe I will soon be ready to fulfill the rituals.”
Talon looks at her very carefully, inspecting her as if she were a piece of unfinished work in a workshop.
Talon, “I will be the judge of that. Remove your clothes and step forward.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, the young lady removes her dress and under garments and steps forward, standing completely naked in front of her Savior… Talon carefully walks around her, running a hand across her body, seemingly looking for something in particular. After a few moments, he looks her in the eye and speaks.
Talon, “Do you believe that you are truly prepared?”
Courtney, “I want to be…”
Talon hesitates as he raises a hand stopping her.
Talon, “Are you truly prepared to do what is asked of you? Are you pure enough to partake in this ritual?”
Courtney, “…No my Lord… I am not yet prepared.. I am sorry, I have failed you.”
The young lady looks away in shame, seemingly expecting physical punishment.
Talon looks at her and closes his eyes as he puts a hand on her shoulder.
Talon, “You have been honest. You have done what I have asked of you… I am merciful, our Lord is merciful… Fear not my hand to strike an obedient child. Continue to prepare yourself. Soon I will be adding another here with you; she may help you reach your potential sooner and fulfill your destiny.”
Talon kisses the young lady on her forehead, bringing an overwhelming smile to her face. He then turns to walk away.
Courtney, “Please don’t leave me yet, I need you… I need you now.”
Talon turns his head and looks over his shoulder as he replies.
Talon, “In time precious one… in time. I will return soon and discuss your future and where you fit into the plans of our Lord. Until then, read the teaching from his book…”
Talon turns and walks away, re-entering the elevator, this time pressing the 75th floor… as he rides, he looks at the camera and smirks.
Talon, “Ronnie, you think you truly made an impact at Havoc don't you? ...You think that by urinating in my gas tank, that you somehow came out with a moral victory? ...Yet you are far from correct. You see what you caused just moments ago? That man's shoulder is in tatters because of you, and because of you his daughter has now been compromised, and will become a further part of your undoing, as she now fits into my plans... but you don't care about others do you Ronnie? No No, you are probably sitting at home, smiling about your Tide winning a game of football, and you again getting “the upper hand” in our little dance, but do not rest so easy Ronald, because in the coming days you will have to come to realize that at Fatality, we meet one on one, without Hans there to cause a distraction, without any one there to be your safety net. You will have to face me one on one, for the first time in well over a year, and Ronnie I must say that you are not prepared for what I will be bringing to the table. You do not have ANY idea of the power I possess now that I have been unleashed, now that the shroud has fallen and I no longer have to pretend to be something I am not… for Far too long I had to hide who I was, I had to conceal my true identity, and I was forced to keep my talents, my power, and my true weapons tucked away in the recesses of my mind… but now, Now is the time I get to unleash all that energy unto you. I will break you in the ring Ronnie, and after I do so, I will make the trip down south to find the rest of your family and deliver the message that The “Champ” the Franchise, the Angelic Assassin, the Angelic Enigma, the Enigmatic Angel, that Ronald DeShawn McNeil II will not be coming home this time; because Ronnie, you’ve talked your game, and you’ve tried to back it up to the best of your abilities, but at Fatality, the Championship comes back to its rightful owner… The Reflection of Perfection will once again stand at the top of the mountain as World Heavyweight Champion…”
Talon pauses and lets out a sigh
Talon, “Ronnie, you’re charade as champion will soon come to an end, and it will give you the chance to once again complain and claim that you are mistreated by the powers that be, but this time Ronnie… This time, you won’t have a ‘friend’ to stand beside you and help you get up off the mat, there will be no one there to do like I did and walk you back up the ladder… You’re time has come Ronnie… I am the true savior, I am the only way… No one shall pass through to the promise land without passing through me… So you will have your chance, but only this one. Salvation is still obtainable Ronnie, but you have to reach out and accept me as your personal savior… You must accept the will of the Lord, Senester… You must bow down once again and affirm your allegiance… or else, like so many others, you shall perish.”
Talon pauses one final time before smirking.
Talon, “…and champ, you can believe that.”
The door of the elevator chimes as it opens and Talon steps out as the scene fades to black.
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