Harlan Higgs and the Tower of Hashimoto

[Blink]

The security room was frantic as all of the monitors continued to clicker in and out of various rooms of the tower. The alarm lights above the green-skinned creatures shined crimson as they attempted to figure out what was going on.

"Where did he go?!" Someone asked.

"I saw him go through the kitchens!"

"No, he was in the offices!"

"He's one man, why can't you just find him!?"

"Silence!"

The orcs in the security room were panicking, trying to locate the one-man army that was rampaging through their tower. Finally, it took the sound of a fist making contact with a table to silence everyone. All eyes turned towards the back of the room where the largest orc in the room stood. His mammoth-sized hand was curled inwards, resting where it landed on the long table. He blinked through his frowning face, teeth like tusks sticking out from his lips.

"Creed." The big man said simply. Once again, all of the eyes of the orcs in the monitor room turned to look elsewhere, this time to the corner of the room. "You are up."

In the far, dark corner of the room was a muscled human with long, blonde hair. He had a cigar between his lips and his big feet up on the table in front of him. He smirked at the statement from the head orc in charge. He moved to put his cigar down in the ash tray on the table and sit up straight. "Finally," he said as he stood up.

"Hopefully you are worth your money."

The man known as Victor Creed cracked his knuckles. "I'm good for it," he informed his emerald-skinned contractor. "What's his name?" He nodded his head towards the monitors, which were still flickering from room to room to locate the individual loose in the building.

"Harlan Higgs," the orc said, clearly annoyed with the situation.

"Sounds like a wussy," Creed determined. "I'll be back in a few." With that air of confidence and slight disrespect, he moved to walk of the room and find his prey.