(Nippur) Cleaning up the streets [Great]

[Victor Wolfe]

The plan had worked out perfectly, the idiots where dead and now, Bakers only friend in reach was the assassin, even if it had gone a little too far, he had asked for a hand to be cut off, not both, the blood loss before the wound had been cauterized causing Victor to become slightly delirious as the world faded in and out of blackness. Keeping his stumps hidden under his sleeves as his hands began to regrow Victor turned away from the guards. His new acquaintance, however, was in a bit of a panic as his eyes darted around at the criminals in the cell, some of them already eying up the new soft and squishy meat in the holding cell. Noticing Victor turning the baker did the same, scooting next to the assassin, knowing that even without hands, he was the best hope the merchant had, after all, some of the men in this cell had turned to a life of crime as a direct result of his aggressive business policy costing them jobs and homes.

"We have lost, I know that things were going too well, why did this have to happen, I just wanted my own republic, and now I am going to rot in a cell, or worse yet be killed!" He bubbled away tears in his eyes, his ambitions were crushed before him. Victor thought for a few moments, thinking to the hand of possible cards he could play to get the best result. Knowing the guards probably had a vague idea of the plan and would probably not try to interfere Victor decided to fully commit.

"Have we lost? Or did this all play into my overall plans?" The assassin smirked, the pained look on his face being masked with his usual cocky, overconfident smile. As his eyes darted to the side, turning his head slightly, noticing the guards pretend to be distracted, one of them drawing scribbles as he pretended to fill out paperwork, and the other seeming to take an interest in a particularly bland part of the ceiling. I looked like they at least knew enough to play along.

"What are you going on about now? Did all that blood loss make you even more delirious with your lust for power? Look at us, you have no hands, and we are in a state prison cell, awaiting the word of a very despotic and easily riled king, you don't get it, this is real for me sir, if I die I am gone, if you die you come back after a few days. And as we have seen even if they did banish you, even that is not permanent as the golden despot showed us all." The baker said genuine fear in his voice as he felt that his fate was already sealed, a defeated man, someone without any hope. Victor prepared his words coiling them like a viper ready to strike, his favourite method of operating was about to begin. Step one, build up hope.

"We are? The way I see it we are in the stomach of the beast right now, the control centre for all the guards in Nippur, the base of operations if you will, all we need to do is cause some chaos here and a few things could happen, for example all the guards could rush back to see why their base was destroyed leaving our little monarch far less defended and easier to overwhelm and burn at the stake for holding the merchant class down" Victor grinned showing his pearly whites in a predatory gaze. 

"Or losing their head would cause them to rush around directionless like a chicken, making it very easy for us and our comrades in arms to cause a few riots in the chaos and get rid of the monarchy in the process" Victor continued his devious smile as the oligarch seemed to be starting to take the bait, however with a shake of his head he sighed.

"And to do any of that we need to get out of here, and you need to be able to deal with the guards that are here. How do you plan on doing that? Because I don't think I could give you enough of a hand Lord Victor, at least not to the point that we could deal with these guards quickly enough" the overweight merchant sighed he started to lose hope once again.

"Ha, you assume that I need arms to beat up these guards, I could do that on one leg with my eyes covered. As for getting us out of this very tight little squeeze I am a prime remember? If I focus hard enough I could destroy this building and have us both running to safety before anyone even realised what was happening. However, I do need you to do one thing for me, as the leader you know exactly who is in on this whole scheme, I have an acquaintance on the outside who can help get everyone to safety and read to help us execute our little scheme but as you can see I cant type them out. So I need you to go into my side pocket and email the person labelled as Candy, tell them who everyone involved is, and they can get everything ready for once we escape boss man" Victor smiled as he saw the hope fill the eyes of the almost destroyed man, however there seemed to be some lingering doubt in his eyes, he took a minute or two mulling something over in his mind, the silence filling the air, had Victor went to fast and blown his cover? 

"I am not exactly sure if that is the best idea, you see... hm, I am not actually the one who organised everything, I am more like their accountant, I just organised the books and make sure the funds for new businesses get to the right people. And she said that the only people who were to know every member of this organisation where her and I, so that if one person fell the whole thing would not burn down around us. " The older gentleman smiled sheepishly, as Wolfe had to hold back a glare, resisting the urge to walk over and start bashing his head into the wall the assassin sighed and shut his eyes, tilting his head back as he realised that his gut instinct was right, this man was no evil mastermind, just the guy that does their taxes and pays their workers, a salaryman with a fancy title. Less a Victor and more a Kanda. 

"under normal circumstances that would work but you do not know that guard captain, he will find something in that office of yours even if he needs to tear it apart, anyone who has ever done business with you in your books legal or otherwise could wind up dead, think about it, he was hired by Gilgamesh and is thus probably utterly ruthless. Do you have a family Boss?" The assassin asked, noticing that as soon as he mentioned the idea that anyone connected to him could be in trouble caused the fat man to start sweating bullets.

"y,yes , I have a wife and daughter. My daughter turns nineteen in about a month" the baker showed a worried but still very proud smile.

"Well, think about it, if we don't act quickly and they don't find anything at your office, well you already kidnapped another mans kid, so maybe they will decide that she might know something, they might take you out of here before we can act, and force you to watch as your wife has to "please" the entire guard division, then as she is totured and touched , all the while you and your daughter watch, they finish with her and because you are a loyal and stubborn man the captain takes that sword and begins to do what you did too little sophie, and as bits of her litter the floor he finally ends her missery, then he turns his gaze to your young and innocent child..." Victor painted the image as vivid as possible outlining the possible brutality of the new guard system causing even the other hardened criminals around the pair to give the assassin and guards fearful gazes. Stopping only when the Baker lashed out, hitting Vic on the upper right arm. 

"Stop it! I get it, please not my poor daughter, she knows nothing!" The man continued to panic and mutter to himself unable to even think straight anymore as the reality that his own greed may lead to his entire bloodline being purged simply for sharing his name and possibly knowing a thing or two about his business." 

" This is why we need to act fast, do you think that the real leader of this thing is going to let you stay captured for long? No they are probably going to pay to have you killed in this cell before the guards can even talk to you, after all, you know everyone involved, too much of a risk love, can't have you spilling the beans, then they will probably just go back into hiding and keep being wealthy whilst you rot in the dirt and the guards destroy the lives of everyone you hold dear looking for a now covered up and dead trail. But if we can act now, maybe you can be the true second in command for making everything work out so well!" The assassin saw the furnaces of hope reignite in the felons eyes as he nodded, not sure if he should really be doing as the traitor said, but not seeing a better option.

"Fine, I will give you all the names" The baker reached into Victors side pouch, his body between the baker and the guards allowing the slow action to be covered from their vision, he began to tap away at the screen a list with names, occupations, and ranks within the organisation quickly appearing, after a few minutes the baker grinned. Finally, he selected Candy and hesitated, his eyes questioning the name.

"Prostitute friend of mine knows the underground very well and is great at organising people so this is right up her alley, not bad of a hooker, kinda flat but a very nice ass" The baker shook his head as he sent the mail right to the guard captain causing Victors smile to turn a little more mischevious, standing up he walked over to the cell door, and pulled up his sleeves, hands now fully regrown he reached into his back pouch pulling out the key Kanda has so graciously put there, and opened the door, stepping out he turned and slammed the cage again causing a dumbfounded look on Bakers face, slowly the peices falling into place, before he could try to explain Victor always being one to gloat stole the spotlight.

"You see my overweight repulsive love pillow. I have been playing you all this time, whilst you thought you where clever playing your little game of economic checkers I was playing political chess, and I just checked your king all thanks to a treacherous little pawn" Victor grinned as he rubbed salt into the prisoner's wounds.

"Now let me tell you a thing or two, for one Victor Wolfe despite my reputation is the single most loyal follower Gilgamesh has, I have sent people to the underverse for that god amongst men and I would happily do it again if he so much as asked, I have given up my life many a time to serve the banners if this glorious city and its people, and that is how I climbed to the top, through grit, hard work, and dedication to the cause. Not through crushing the will of the people by keeping them poor and making the very few rich. So no, nobility cannot be bought, because even after all of the wealth you acquired through dirty means, at the end of the day you are still another mongrel peasant who would not be good enough to even shine my shoes and your existence brings shame to your entire bloodline, but since I am a very nice guy and you did help us out with that list of names. I will give you a much lighter sentence than the rest of your disgusting lot, so come over here right now!" Victor snarled, his words filled with venom and disdain that he had internalised over the last day, the rush of releasing it bringing him satisfaction at last

Boss Baker was in shock, once again he had the hope of a better future dragged out from under him, but at least he seemed to be getting a lighter sentence than his former co-workers. Standing up he shuffled slowly towards the bars of the cells, wondering if the assassin wanted to shake his hand for at least giving him an interesting game.

Before any of the guards could react, or Baker could back away Victor in a swift and fluid motion with one hand grabbed Baker by the shirt pulling him towards the bars, and with the other lifted his silver dagger, into the air and embedded it right into the eye socket, the sound of metal scraping bone, flesh and brain matter filling the room as the face of the assassin was covered in dark red blood, removing the blade as some of the guards nerviously motion to try to restrain the Lord, Victor dropped the corpse of the baker, it faling backwards with an ugly thud as blood continued to pour from the wounds, the eye and one at the base of the skull where the dagger had poked a hole. Shaking off the Guards Victor smiled 

"What? I promised him a lighter sentence, these idiots are going to wish I had just killed them by the time they serve their punishments, now go get Candy! We have things to discuss" The assassin smirked looking at his kill again as he awaited the captain of the guards.