Core

You cud of told me that...Joseph was like a piece of art...he was the best character i ever made...damn!!! Someone open up that hatch there is a man in there!
 
Vasiliy sat back at the information. Assassins... And they'd be wanting vengeance. They wouldn't know who was in the mobs whenever they were driven out. He was in danger. Everyone could be in danger. If Vassiliev seemed to actually fear their return... he shuddered involuntarily. But -a thought came to his mind- they surely couldn't be that powerful now? He voiced this thought, "How powerful could they be? If the cops and the Mafias all teamed up, there couldn't be more than a handful of survivors."
 
Alessandri frowned.
"We don't know how many survivors there were, or how many of them still exist. But there have been some.. interesting events, of late."
 
(OOC: I think you can relax, Mick. Someone's gonna open it when they get on.)
Vasily frowned and asked again, "What kind of events?"
 
All I know is that I'm gonna beat the out of Zirkhov sinceing he was the cause of Josephs death...
I know it was that stupid machine but I blame Zirkhov
 
Nikolas:

Zimmerman waved his hand hurriedly.
"Irrelevant. It's something I want to see. Just.. try and find one working."

Vasiliy:
Alessandri grinned.
"Have any of you ever heard of the Catacombs of Core?"

Spoiler :
It's sunset.
 
Vasiliy blinked in surprise. The Catacombs? He spoke out, probably quicker than he should have. "Only in stories. Tales of cave-people living their entire lives down there, away from the surface. Corpses lined up along walls and placed on top of each other until the walls seem to be made of the dead. I don't doubt they're real, but... what could be down there that's so important?"
 
And you thought the Vootens where gone...meet Michael:

Michael van de Vooten

Physical – Very tall, taller than Joseph, he reaches 1.98m tall. Has a Mohawk, stubble and Hitler moustache. Blue eyes, fair skin colour. He is 29 years old. Physically top condition, but has weakend due to being locked in the hatch.

Job – Professional Assassin

Background – My name is Michael. Michael van de Vooten. I am 29 years old. If you thought Joseph was bad, I am worse. I suffer from Amnesia, Psychosis, Tri-Personality (Yep, he has three personalities), Arachnophobia and of course, Schizophrenia. I have been stuck in this hatch for 2 weeks, and have survived on rats, water, urine and the odd can of tuna. I ran away from home when my brother was 13, and joined the Black Snakes. How I got in this hatch is none of your business. All I want is Viktor Vasseliev, dead!
 
Nikolas:

Zimmerman waved his hand hurriedly.
"Irrelevant. It's something I want to see. Just.. try and find one working."

"Uh, yeah, I'll be sure to look for another one." And with that, Nikolas exited out into the deserted street, both dissapointed and intruiged at what had just occured. He gazed at the strange, green object in his hand. Well, I guess I can confirm at least one thing; this isn't just a useless piece of rubbish. And I didn't even have to pay to find that out! Placing the object in his bag, he set off for home, hoping to get a good night's rest.
 
If Vasiliy was shocked before, this simple statement had stunned him. He looked with wide eyes at the Italian Don, managing to sputter out, "An... an exit? From Core?"
 
Ray was covered in red shreds of Joe's flesh. Pretty much like the rest of the house, Zhirkov and hatch included... "Come on, we gotta get in there!" Ray dragged Zhirkov with him into the room of the hatch, and locked the door behind them. he then proceeded to open the hatch...
 
The limping man recovered, and glared at the random intruder.
"Who the hell are you, anyways? I've got better things to do then deal with a complaining brat."

For whatever reason, he shows no fear of the gun.

"A couple days back, you walked inside my house and killed my parents. You escaped, but I got your ankle with a bullet- the same ankle that causes you to limp. Now please tell me why the <redacted> you killed them, or I will shoot again. And again. And again," I snap at the man.
 
Nate looks at the girl.

"Can you talk? Can you move?"

No response. No movement.

Shuddering, Nate picks the girl up and puts her on his back. He starts walking to the exit, and then...

A man stands by the exit, looking coolly at him.

"Who are you?"
 
For the first time in two weeks, a bit of sunlight crept into the hatch. Michael smiled. Joseph did it!
"Joe! I am here Joe! It's your brother!"
He looked up. Two men, one was Russian. Michael still had a 9mm gun, but with only one bullet left.
"Who the f*** are you?"
 
Someone was there! Under the hatch, there was somebody living there!
"Joe's dead. The defence system just turned him to shreads. I'm covered in Joe. And this guy as well. Is this it? Because I don't think they'll stop at a mere wooden door..."
 
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