Drakkwall
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My name is Rick Turnstone, I am a twenty years old driver for the multi billionaire Laura Hornet, who came from the position as a movie star to a business woman at the age of twenty eight around six years ago, she's thirty four now. I have to admit that I had a crush on the beautiful woman as a child, I still do to a certain level. She is a kind lady, giving money to Charity while keeping her business from corruption, even though there are many nasty rumors about my boss being in league with several terrorist organizations do I not pay them any mind. I have been working for Laura for two years and I have been with her for at least a month without spotting a single wrong in her actions.
Well... until today at least. I had been working late, letting Laura off at her home, getting a kiss on the cheek for driving her to the world cup and back, she walked off with a skip on her feet, happy that her favorite team had won the semi finals. I myself drove the limo back to the office and parked it inside the parking house. As I parked the limo I suddenly heard loud voices from a door market 'authorize personal only', I felt a bit uneasy as nobody was supposed to be in the building this late, so I walked over to the door and looked through the crack of the door. I saw a warehouse, which was weird as there was not supposed to be any kind of warehouse on the Tenth Floor, this was beyond freaky, and what more, I saw men dressed in our company's security force uniforms, but I didn't recognize any of them except for Carl from the night shift who greeted me when I came to put in the limo, but he had not been down at the guard booth tonight.
I then felt my breathe cut short as I saw them unload a large crate and cracked it open, revealing what I could only describe as heavy weaponry, highly advance heavy weaponry from the fact that there was a weapon that looked like a flamethrower but had an electric generator instead of a gasoline tank. Then voices rang from within the warehouse and it was clear that something was up, though I couldn't understand what, they were not speaking English but Russian. I watched as the men drew weapons, hand guns and sub machine guns, I had a gun license so I knew what the difference between such weapons were.
Then a shoot was heard and one of the men fell with a hole in the head, they began to shoot at where they thought the shoot came from, yet another one fell after they finished shooting. I was filming this, everything, with my mobile phone's camera, I wasn't sure what to believe now, but i couldn't think of Laura to know of this, she was not that kind of person, I had known her for two years for crying out loud.
I then had to duck as the men began to fire in a panic and one of the bullets tore through the door, deciding that enough was enough I moved away from the doorway and entered my limo, normally I would have used my personal car but for that I had to go down to the security cam desk and get it, and I was not going to risk there being anymore of those people in the security force. Luckily were there no cameras at this part of the building, they had yet to be installed as it had recently been built, unlocking my limo I move to take the handle when suddenly a loud explosion rocks the building and I jumped down on the floor. At the same time the door is blown open and a black dressed figure runs out of the door, followed by the other men, I see that only five of the once twenty were out of the room, the others must be either incapacitated or dead.
Wincing as I stagger to my knee I rub my side, it had hurt to jump down on the concrete, grasping my driver's hat that had fallen off I hold it to my chest as I roll on my back and sit up. I then hear a sweet hot voice from in front of me. "Hey there hand some, can I hitch a ride out of here?" Looking up I saw a woman, dressed to kill with the looks of all the handguns and knives on her, though I didn't doubt she could possibly kill by looks alone, she was equal to Laura in the look department only she had an sexy air of predatory danger coming from her.
"W-what is going on?" I ask as I stagger to my feet, and then duck my head as I hear gun shoots, the bullets grazing the support pillars of the garage. "Tell you what handsome, you get me out of here and I will tell, and do, whatever you want as a reward." My cheeks heat up at her sultry voice but I keep my head cool, I was used to such comments from Laura, and I open the door to the limo, motioning for her to get in. "Considering they are shooting at me as well do I not think I have many other options."
OOC: A limo driver is taken into a dangerous adventure alongside a beautiful special operations agent to find out the source of illegal weapon trade in the country. One of the suspects of the weapon trade is his own boss, a famous former movie star turned billionaire. Is she not aware of her company's dirty deeds or is she like the smuggling, nice and tidy, and yet raw and dirty?
Well... until today at least. I had been working late, letting Laura off at her home, getting a kiss on the cheek for driving her to the world cup and back, she walked off with a skip on her feet, happy that her favorite team had won the semi finals. I myself drove the limo back to the office and parked it inside the parking house. As I parked the limo I suddenly heard loud voices from a door market 'authorize personal only', I felt a bit uneasy as nobody was supposed to be in the building this late, so I walked over to the door and looked through the crack of the door. I saw a warehouse, which was weird as there was not supposed to be any kind of warehouse on the Tenth Floor, this was beyond freaky, and what more, I saw men dressed in our company's security force uniforms, but I didn't recognize any of them except for Carl from the night shift who greeted me when I came to put in the limo, but he had not been down at the guard booth tonight.
I then felt my breathe cut short as I saw them unload a large crate and cracked it open, revealing what I could only describe as heavy weaponry, highly advance heavy weaponry from the fact that there was a weapon that looked like a flamethrower but had an electric generator instead of a gasoline tank. Then voices rang from within the warehouse and it was clear that something was up, though I couldn't understand what, they were not speaking English but Russian. I watched as the men drew weapons, hand guns and sub machine guns, I had a gun license so I knew what the difference between such weapons were.
Then a shoot was heard and one of the men fell with a hole in the head, they began to shoot at where they thought the shoot came from, yet another one fell after they finished shooting. I was filming this, everything, with my mobile phone's camera, I wasn't sure what to believe now, but i couldn't think of Laura to know of this, she was not that kind of person, I had known her for two years for crying out loud.
I then had to duck as the men began to fire in a panic and one of the bullets tore through the door, deciding that enough was enough I moved away from the doorway and entered my limo, normally I would have used my personal car but for that I had to go down to the security cam desk and get it, and I was not going to risk there being anymore of those people in the security force. Luckily were there no cameras at this part of the building, they had yet to be installed as it had recently been built, unlocking my limo I move to take the handle when suddenly a loud explosion rocks the building and I jumped down on the floor. At the same time the door is blown open and a black dressed figure runs out of the door, followed by the other men, I see that only five of the once twenty were out of the room, the others must be either incapacitated or dead.
Wincing as I stagger to my knee I rub my side, it had hurt to jump down on the concrete, grasping my driver's hat that had fallen off I hold it to my chest as I roll on my back and sit up. I then hear a sweet hot voice from in front of me. "Hey there hand some, can I hitch a ride out of here?" Looking up I saw a woman, dressed to kill with the looks of all the handguns and knives on her, though I didn't doubt she could possibly kill by looks alone, she was equal to Laura in the look department only she had an sexy air of predatory danger coming from her.
"W-what is going on?" I ask as I stagger to my feet, and then duck my head as I hear gun shoots, the bullets grazing the support pillars of the garage. "Tell you what handsome, you get me out of here and I will tell, and do, whatever you want as a reward." My cheeks heat up at her sultry voice but I keep my head cool, I was used to such comments from Laura, and I open the door to the limo, motioning for her to get in. "Considering they are shooting at me as well do I not think I have many other options."
OOC: A limo driver is taken into a dangerous adventure alongside a beautiful special operations agent to find out the source of illegal weapon trade in the country. One of the suspects of the weapon trade is his own boss, a famous former movie star turned billionaire. Is she not aware of her company's dirty deeds or is she like the smuggling, nice and tidy, and yet raw and dirty?
