The sword of Damocles was pointing downwards into the face of Cringe in the form of a standard 9mm pistol, armed with killcode. Cringe, who is a Zionite messenger carrying two different offers from both the Merovingian and Machine organizations was highly valued by all organizations. Despite his name, he was rather a peaceful fellow, somebody inwhich was trusted with high and valuable information, somebody who could end the war, or atleast do something to lower the casualties with one message, and possibly a bit of reasoning with the higher-ups. It was quite a shame he had to die, quite a shame he was at the wrong place in the wrong time, stumbling infront of the Morrell south hardline, Jac's sanctuary, one of the few places that actually fulfilled him, that reminded him of.. her.
The brown-haired villain sighed, shaking the tips of his hair from his vision. It had been a long time inwhich somebody had actually seen him here, mourning her. He was forced to attack him, he was forced to kill him, he held too much information of Jac's background, of the things he wanted to keep hidden. Despite the fact that defeating Cringe would cause Jac's bounty to increase to 'wanted for dead'.. He had to..
Time froze for Cringe, his long blonde hair was quickly drenched in blood as a bullet flew into his left eye's pupil and through to the cement, his death would be quick, no final words, actions, nor the possibility that he would live at all. Cringe had begged for his life, had practiclly cried out for help and offered everything he had.. It was a shame..
As quick as it had began, it had ended.. And a counter-attack had followed, a circle of green code emerged around Jac, Zionite, Machine, and Merovingian operatives formed a circle around him. They aimed their weapons, not speaking a word, not making any other action besides that of raising their weapons. Suddenly, one of them began to speak. His face was covered with that of a cloak, body completely covered by baggy clothes. The figure was sexless, and so was it's voice, due to the use of a voice-masking device.
"Operative Jacbenimble.. We want to ask you one thing, and one thing only.. Why?"
A smirk accumilated onto Nick's face, quickly fading into darkness as he dropped into a shadow. The word 'fire' is completely audible through out all of Morrell, though the bullets do nothing, they just go right through his darkness, through the nothingness and into their comrades.
As quick as it had began, it had ended, Jac picked up the phone.