The Future Is In Our Hands{Invite}

[The Contact]

3 Hours Earlier

They all stood around the hospital bed of one of their fallen leaders. He lay without motion as they all stared in his direction. The sound of the machines that kept air circulating through his lungs the only sound in the room as they all awaited the day his eyes would once again open. To assist them in finishing what they all agreed to begin all of those months ago.

The woman whom had been in contact with nearly every fallen Familia member found her way to the seat beside their fallen leader. Her hand slowly found it's way to his, grasping it firmly before commenting to the three gentlemen who occupied the room along with her.

"The doctors say that they aren't sure how his recovery will be. Their not even sure if he'll ever be the same man he was before. We've done fine so far. But his leadership could be instrumental in assuring that our enemies do NOT rise again. As they've been known to do time and time again. But for the most part, our precious "King" has to be on the verge of breaking by now. Our oh so thoughtful German brother made sure of such earlier this evening."

[The Trigger]

He nodded his head as the woman spoke to their fallen leader. The fall of The Familia has been going along quite smoothly. One by one, each member being picked off. All of which taken care of by his hands. This brought a smile to his face. It's been awhile since he had waged a war of this magnitude in a long time. Not the least bit rusty in his efforts to make sure the targets understood that this was nothing to take lightly. Once she was finished, he chimed in...

"Yes... I made very sure that the so-called "King" 'vas very close to the breaking point. Took care of that filthy 'vhore he called his Queen. It's only a matter of time before he 'vaves that 'vhite flag 'und surrenders. But unfortunately for him, 've take no prisoners... No surrender... 'Und no mercy.... Everything has gone according to plan for the most part. I've only got to take care of a few loose ends that decided not to die so easily. After they are taken care of und the "King" is disposed of... 've can all have a 'vonderful celebration. Soon The Familia 'vill be no more..."

[The Contact]

A light collective effort of laughter soon filled the hospital room. Her eyes never once wavered from the man whom lay without movement in front of her. She responded, a trace of anger in her words as she looked to the other two gentlemen in the room.

"Let's NOT get ahead of ourselves boys. The Familia may have seemed to fall with little or no effort from us. But I assure you, if they had been warned of such a thing coming things would have not been so easy. They aren't to be taken lightly by any means."

Turning her attention slightly in the direction from where the heavily german influenced voice came from, a smile formed on her face.

"And yes, you did very, very well friend. Hopefully you didn't take care of the "tramp" so soon. I'd hate to miss the chance to encounter her in a more hands on enviroment myself. Maybe we should plan a visit to her in a few days time? Just as we did with Mr. Taylor? With the "King" undoubtedly out for blood now, I'm sure she'll be alllll alone."

[The Trigger]

He shrugged his shoulders...

"'Varned or not... It doesn't matter. I'd have dealt 'vith them all the same 'und they 'vould have all fallen the same..."

He cared not whether they were warned or not. He was good at his job. That's why they picked him to be their mercenary. He knew how good he was at taking people out. It was only a matter of when and how. He laughed to himself thinking of the job that they had just done earlier.

"Hahaha... That depends on how 'villing she is on staying alive. You never know how much power those explosive und bullets have behind them. The same explosives I used to deal 'vith Kasino 'vas the same I used to take out Tommy Gunns. One lived und the other 'vas blown out of existence. 'Ve 'vill have to wait and see if there 'vas any survivors. 'Ve 'vill see though. 'Ve'll make the trip to the hospital soon."

[The Contact]

"I would hope so. We wouldn't want for the dog to have to go on without it's master now would we?"

Her eyes quickly then darted back to the hospital bed. Her hand motions going on in a manner that possibly suggested that there was much more than a working relationship between the man in the bed unconscious and she.

"I want to make that trip tomorrow evening actually. They've done more than their share of damage. It's time we repay the favor even more. Leave one of their's wounded beyond recognition. The blond tramp should suffice I think. Nothing like earlier today though. Something "close range"?"

[The Trigger]

"Something close range? Hmm..."

He thought for a moment of what he had in his arsenal for such a job. He began to nod his head slowly as he knew he had plenty to work with. He looked back at her and responded...

"I'm sure I've got something for that. It's all in how you 'vant to do it. Which tactics 'vould you think 'vould be best? I could carve the 'vhore up real nicely or I could blow her face off completely. It doesn't matter how you 'vant to do it. Either is fine 'vith me..."

[The Contact]

"Actually...I was thinking...Both."

[The Trigger]

" 'Vonderful..."

[The Contact]

"Splendid."

Turning her attention towards the other two men in the room, a raise of the eyebrow to seemingly gain their attention surrounding the meeting they were having. They seemed to be the types to go off on little personal conversations of their own from time to time. Which was greatly frowned upon by her as well as their fallen leader.

"Now all we have to do is wait for our little messengers and helpers to get things rolling on towards the end of our little game here. I've spoken with them both and they are both prepared to play their parts. Not that we gave them much choice in the matter."

"One of them DID relay the most interesting bit of information to me just this afternoon I must say. It appears that the almighty leader of the original Regime faction has foolishly shown his face in Toronto as of a few days ago. I'm sure you already know where this is heading hm? We can't very well allow Mr. Styles to feel left out of the games can we?"

[The Trigger]

He laughed to himself and shook his head. Like leading cows to the slaughterhouse.

"Foolishly is but an understatement. I'd like to think he 'vas ignorantly thinking he 'vould 'valk back into his home country and not be touched because he's on his homeland. It doesn't matter though. 'Vhether or not he 'vas born in Canada or not doesn't make him immune to the death that 'vill undoubtly find him. He must've felt left out und wants to join the rest of his little family here. I say 've give the man 'vhat he wants and put him down 'vith the rest. Just let me know 'vhen, 'vhere, and how. That's all I need to know."

[The Contact]

"You NEVER seem to disappoint friend. Never. Oh, has there been any word from our good friend on his end? He usually operates under a more timely "standard" if you know what I mean. I wonder what could be taking so long to complete his given task. Perhaps we should call in the others standing by to assist sooner than thought. Though the Familia is decimated beyond the point of survival I do believe."

[The Trigger]

"I haven't heard anything from him yet. He must be 'vorking thoroughly. He enjoys his 'vork as much as I do. You can't rush perfection. 'Ve should probably call him soon. Don't 'vant him to stick around the area too long. You know how he gets 'vhen it comes to 'vork. He likes to enjoy his 'vork and play 'vith his targets. But sometimes he tends to over due it. Might have to call him und tell him to hurry up und accomplish his mission. If he hasn't already."

[The Contact]

She removes her hand from that of their leader, standing from her seat as her vision never leaves him for a second. Flipping a bit of her long blond hair from her vision she goes on.

"Perhaps we should. He DOES like to stretch matters out I'm afraid. It shouldn't take long to rid the world of those four those. The explosive work you did should take care of most of the job I suspect. Perhaps I am just anxious to see things through to the end I suppose. I should relax. We've done very well thus far. No reason for panic I guess. I guess we should be on our way shortly. He needs as much rest as possible. We'll have even more to do once he's ready to rejoin us.

[The Trigger]

"Yes... Relax. We've been doing very 'vell for ourselves. There's no need to panic. 'Ve've had the upper hand so far. They can't do anything now. They're even running scared, 've've been doing so well."

He turned his vision to look at her as he paused for moment. Then he wondered what was next on the agenda. So he decided to ask. He was growing bored and felt he needed some excitement of his own.

"'Vhat shall 've do until then? We've still got a few running loose out there. That perverted, sick, male-'vhore Jason Arielle is on the loose 'vith his nymphomaniac Lilith. That Dice Dillinger still needs to pay his dues. As 'vell as the "King".... 'Vhat do you suggest 've do for the time being?"

[The Contact]

"Mr. Arielle won't return and I have no intentions on expanding our battleground if possible. I'd like for all involved to stay as close by as possible. As far as that harlot Lilith Creighton? She's no threat to our operation. She doesn't even acknowledge her small time affiliation with the Familia from what our "sources" say."

"So I say we forget about her. Let her go and be free. And let's hope she gets some sun while she's at it. "

"As far as Mr. Dillinger goes, I'd like to inflict some pain on him as well before he can flee the city. Almost as much as I wanted to do so with Miss Wilson one week ago. Oh how enjoyable would that have been. We should send Mr. Dillinger a message before his departure. Maybe even make it so he can't leave us hm? He as well as Mr. Styles and Miss Knight should be our next "targets". Now let's take our leave gentlemen. Let's allow our fallen the time for recovery yes?"

[The Trigger]

"Sounds great. I've got a perfect plan for Dillinger. Hahaha..."

He could envision the sight of the flames and the explosions in the sky. It would be like... What do those Americans call it again...? The Fourth of July Fireworks...? Yes. That's it. The thought brought a smile to his face. He began to nod his head and continued...

"Oh... How I love 'var.... Haha... Yes. I think that would be wise. Let's take our leave. Our leader will indeed need his rest. We must be off."

He looked down at their fallen leader and nodded his head.

"Heal soon."

Then he proceeded to make his exit from the hospital room.