Post by goodbottom on Nov 28, 2018 14:10:33 GMT
“Shit, mother-” Berserk paced the floor back and forth, stopping only to push a bust of a famous historic figure over, she didn’t know which one, she just guessed they were famous. Anyone with a bust probably was famous, but now the bust was busted. Sadly her rage was not. “Goddamn stank-filled bastards!” She marched over to the wall and drove a fist into it, breaking through some of the fine glazed wood.
The job was supposed to be simple. There was a wealthy stockbroker throwing a big party in her mansion this weekend. It was up in the mountains of Vermont, not too far from a small town. It was pretty isolated, but beautiful. Her, a small team of ten, and the man who hired them were going to break in, have the wealthy people attending the party transfer their money into a private account, and then steal any remaining valuable loot around the house. The hired protection at the house would be the team Berserk’s boss hired in disguise. Berserk would then go in, act like she overpowered the guards, then her, a few of the remaining teammates, and her boss would take the rest from there. The entire team would then make their getaway before the cops could even get to them.
It was even snowing! The roads were covered so they’d be able to get even further before the cops showed up! This should’ve worked out.
But somewhere along the way it all got mucked up. She punched the wall again, splintering it further. Someone had gotten away, got into a panic room, and alerted the police. They had even told them about Berserk being a super. Of course, that someone had to be a politician as well. Someone high up in the government apparently, not that Berserk knew who they were, she never paid attention to that junk.
“This is brilliant…” She pulled her hand out of the wall and looked to the guard who stood at the foot of the staircase in the main hall. The staircase was split in two directions, one going up to the second floor, and the other going downward. Berserk went downstairs and into the basement. The politician was still locked behind the doors of the panic room. She would’ve liked to try and tear them down before, but the rest of house had to be secured beforehand.
She approached the metal doors of the panic room, a fierce glare in her eyes. She cracked her knuckles then slammed a fist into it, denting the metal. It wasn’t steel, but it was tough and sent a surge of pain through her. She slammed it again, then again, and again, and again until finally it came off its hinges. Her fists were a bit bloody, but it would heal soon enough. She looked inside and stared down at the politician who met her gaze, trying their best to match Berserk’s ferocity.
Berserk didn’t take kindly to that. She walked towards the politician who refused to budge. She then rose her hand, slammed into the politician, knocking her out. “You bitch…” She spit on the ground next to her, “You’ve gone and brought us company.” She cracked her knuckles again. “Let’s see who they bring…”
The job was supposed to be simple. There was a wealthy stockbroker throwing a big party in her mansion this weekend. It was up in the mountains of Vermont, not too far from a small town. It was pretty isolated, but beautiful. Her, a small team of ten, and the man who hired them were going to break in, have the wealthy people attending the party transfer their money into a private account, and then steal any remaining valuable loot around the house. The hired protection at the house would be the team Berserk’s boss hired in disguise. Berserk would then go in, act like she overpowered the guards, then her, a few of the remaining teammates, and her boss would take the rest from there. The entire team would then make their getaway before the cops could even get to them.
It was even snowing! The roads were covered so they’d be able to get even further before the cops showed up! This should’ve worked out.
But somewhere along the way it all got mucked up. She punched the wall again, splintering it further. Someone had gotten away, got into a panic room, and alerted the police. They had even told them about Berserk being a super. Of course, that someone had to be a politician as well. Someone high up in the government apparently, not that Berserk knew who they were, she never paid attention to that junk.
“This is brilliant…” She pulled her hand out of the wall and looked to the guard who stood at the foot of the staircase in the main hall. The staircase was split in two directions, one going up to the second floor, and the other going downward. Berserk went downstairs and into the basement. The politician was still locked behind the doors of the panic room. She would’ve liked to try and tear them down before, but the rest of house had to be secured beforehand.
She approached the metal doors of the panic room, a fierce glare in her eyes. She cracked her knuckles then slammed a fist into it, denting the metal. It wasn’t steel, but it was tough and sent a surge of pain through her. She slammed it again, then again, and again, and again until finally it came off its hinges. Her fists were a bit bloody, but it would heal soon enough. She looked inside and stared down at the politician who met her gaze, trying their best to match Berserk’s ferocity.
Berserk didn’t take kindly to that. She walked towards the politician who refused to budge. She then rose her hand, slammed into the politician, knocking her out. “You bitch…” She spit on the ground next to her, “You’ve gone and brought us company.” She cracked her knuckles again. “Let’s see who they bring…”