The icy winter wind whistled through the sleeping alleyways of Rome Blue. Night had rolled around, and once again the bustling streets were left to be occupied by the inhabitants of Guard posts and the occassional Omni-pol speeder or shipping truck, delivering anything from household good to the standard Omni-Med sealed containers of "God Knows What".
The street lights cast a heavy orangish glow across a row of buildings, spilled through cracks in the boards of a condemned Omni office of some sort, and illuminated the narrowed eyes of a solitus who remained carefully scanning the alleys, windows, and streets nearby.
Silettal gave a quick hand motion to signal that all was clear, and the clicking of a freshly modified Energy Cell into the well of an Electronium pistol was barely audible over the muffled screams and pleads of the now unrecognizable pulp of an Opiflex that remained bound to a chair in the center of the room.
"Now that we've had this little chat, I think it's time for us to send a message to your little pals." Sturmfausts voice boomed across the room as the Atrox finished sponging the Opi's blood from the cracks in his armor.
Kemque eyed the sleek design of the modified Electronium v2 pistol before silently passing it to Silettal, who had walked over from the window to finish the job... after all, who better than a Doctor to understand the in's and out's of Perma-Death?
Thirty seconds, the snap of a trigger-pull, and one brilliant flash later, the three men moved casually through the door and onto the street, leaving the room behind them peppered with bits of charred skull, blood, and what could have at one time been considered a successful Opiflex "clanner" who had the tendency to let information slide into the possession of the wrong Omni officials.
The hum of approaching get-away vehicles echo through the Rome streets as Sturmfaust lights a cigar and mumbles a few cryptic messages across the organizations comm's channel.
"Baboon's for a drink?" asked Kemque casually, as Silettal wiped down and tossed the still warm pistol into a curbside garbage can.
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