Hot. That was the only way to describe the wasteland-like landscape that was considered Mexico. There was no real way of telling where exactly but, with the sound of helicopters in the distance, it was only a few miles off from the border into the United States. The town, La Guatal Los Muetas. The place, Ol' Papi's Saloon. There, a man sat drinking flaming shots; he was dressed with a bullet-proof vest, long dark-brown raincoat, and an old-style (Wild West Era) white shirt underneath it all. Topped off with a cowboy hat, he practically looked like a cowboy from the movies. This man, who had fancied so many different types of cultures and histories, sat at the counter with no concern for his surroundings.
A man, severely drunk and not in his right mind, walks up to him and bellows out in a slurred speech, "Hey buddy! Whatsh wrong with you, can't finish your drink?!" The man at the counter stood up and stared the drunken fool directly in the eye an whispered, "If you want to keep living then I suggest that you go on your way. Otherwise, I'll send you to your maker for free." The drunk suddenly shoved the man backward, sending him over several chairs. The drunk staggered after his foolish decision and laughed, "Shtupid American trash, you should learn to shtay out of our beautiful bars!" he walked outside in the hot sun. Looking up at the sun for a brief moment and squinting his eyes. Suddenly, a shot rang out, the drunk felt something tear into him. As he looked about his chest he saw no wounds, but as he felt his back the drunk felt only blood. His back had been shredded, the wounds were everywhere.
The drunk fell, showing the man that he shoved still inside the bar lying on the floor. "The name is Nathaniel McWarren and I'm no American. I'm Scottish!" As the man stood up and made his way out of the bar he heard his cell phone go off. He answered to a man saying, "It's time, did you receive the targets file, Silencer?" McWarren responded grimly, "I got it, but I really don't see how a holy man is a primary target. Not to mention that there are kids, KIDS! And I don't mean the ones that are drug runner. I mean the ones that are just learning!" the phone responded, "If you're not up to it then we could always find another second rate hit man. There are always options Silencer." McWarren responded with an almost timid reply, "No no no! I...uhhh....*sigh*...never mind, I'll get the job done. But after this I'm done. I want all the money you owe me." McWarren turns off his phone and walks to his 1990's Mustang, puts it in drive and floors the accelerator. He heads straight for the border, pushing a hundred miles an hour.
Nathaniel McWarren, also known as "Silencer". A man with a flexible self-guided rule book and an uncanny sense of the world. Nathan finds the world dull in many ways ever since he became the best at killing people. The only thing he finds some sort of satisfaction in anymore is making money, and being the best at something allows him to make plenty of it. His main employer, The Red Dragon Association, has payed him for over 500 contracts, over 1200 assassinations. They are a world-wide crime syndicate that holds over half of the global economy, owning millions of businesses and other organizations. They can operate anywhere on the planet. Their main opposition, The United Nations. The combined force of these countries have put their powers together for containing and eliminating this global threat. In all, the world is being slowly engulfed into anarchy and this is Nathaniel McWarren's adventure in it.
Nathan felt the air flow around him, in and out of the car, as the world around him blurred from his speed. As he neared the gate that was guarded by two towers Nathan grabbed his two infamous 50. caliber magnums, Azrael & Michael, and fired a round from each gun into the guards in the tower. "Women and children might have requirements for death but men are free game." said Nathan as the bullets tore large wholes into the guards chests. He neared the gate. The engine roared louder as his distance was reduced from the door. The car smashed right through the gate, completely tearing it off the hinges. Nathan didn't even stop for a second thought, he knew where the target was and the price. It was the only thing going through his mind, "10 billion euros, 10 billion euros, 10 BILLION!", his nostrils flared with excitement and his eyes widened as he saw the old church. Nathan shut off the engine of his car a mile away from the school since he didn't want to be discovered and he began to walk the rest of the way. Azrael and Michael in hand, Nathan strolled up to the door of the church and opened the door slowly. He entered to a building filled with terrified children hiding under their desks and only a few women teaching them.
The first thought that crossed Nathans mind, "Set-up"; before Nathan could run from the building he heard sirens in the distance. Then he noticed a small clock on the side of the wall, it was a bomb! Nathan turned and ran for the door but right as he made it to the doorway the building blew up, from back to front. "Multiple Explosive Detonation Elimination, a tactic used exclusively by Red Dragon.... I should have known that they'd never pay that much, just got too damn greedy for retirement..." As this thought ran through Nathans mind he was sent flying from the concussive force of the blast, landing in the dirt only a few dozen feet away. The sirens grew louder until a wheel rolls right beside Nathans head, then all that is heard are the gasps of the officers and the crackling of the fire feeding on the incinerated bodies of the innocent.
The officers see Nathan and grab him by the collar of his tattered raincoat, "You sick monster, they were only children and women!" Tears run down his face as it flares with red fury, "I should tear your head off right now! Die you disgusting fiend! Die! Die, die, die, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!" The officer proceeds to fire rounds into Nathans vest, emptying his clip. He throws his gun to the ground and starts to pummel Nathan, each blow smashing and cracking a bone in the face. By the time the other officers pry him away Nathan is left burned, broken, bleeding, and blacking out. As the paramedics arrive on the scene, the only one they take away is Nathan, now considered the worlds most wanted monster.
As Nathan awakes he feels a severe pain in his head and sees that he is strapped into a chair with metal restraints around his ankles and wrists. He sees a camera in front of him with a man speaking to it, "Dear people of the world, this is the butcher of innocence, the monster of reality, and the fiend of the world! We, the United States, have arrested "Wicked McWarren" in his latest abomination of slaughtering a catholic school of women and children!" The crowd roars as the man pauses for the dramatic effect. "This moment in history will be known as a major victory for peace as we put down this hell-spawn!" A storm unlike most is hurling lightning and blasting thunder across the nation. "Executioner, please throw the switch!", the officer grabs the lever and makes one long pause as he looks into the camera. As lightning lights up the skies he throws the switch and the camera cuts out. The speaker says with haste, "Hurry up! We need him out of here now! Get the decoy in here!" Nathan looks about as the men carry him off, he murmurs, "Who are you people..." One man walks beside him and says, "We are the United Nations, you are now officially the property of our organization because as far as the world is concerned.....you're dead, my soon-to-be friend."
Nathan is dragged to a helicopter and strapped in, he sees a man in the shadows across from his seat. The man discards his cigarette and speaks with an educated voice, etiquette that is all but forgotten in this time, "Well well well, what do we have here... So you're the big bad man who has been terrifying the world's most important individuals...I'm not impressed...again." Nathan speaks with a swollen lip, "Nice to see you again Mr. President. How's the bullet wound from The Global Economic Crisis Meeting? Does Azraels pestilence round still burn at night?" Nathan jokes with a kid-like naive manner as he looks at his old target. The president looks with a grim seriousness, "Enough small-talk. I need you to help us take down the Red Dragon Association, and your choice is either do this for us and serve a life sentence in the end or go back to the electric chair. What would you prefer...?" Nathan looks at the president as though he had just offered him a complex math problem to solve, "Well, only if you give me all the equipment I want, INCLUDING my babies, Azrael and Michael." The president leans back into the dark corner and grins a satanic smile, "You mean these?" He holds the two grossly over-sized handgun-revolvers in his hands. Nathan only looks at the president and smiles with a glint of revenge in his eye.
Nathaniel McWarren (Silencer)'s Abilities include: Extensive Military Training, Gifted Hand-Eye Coordination, Super Fast Reflexes, Extensive Arsenal (anything allowed by the U.N.), Lucky, Trained to Peak Perfection, Genetically Gifted Endurance (can last 10x longer than a trained Navy SEAL in physical activities), Flexible (Multiple Joints), Fluent Linguist (English, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, German, French, Etc.),
Side Note: Azrael & Michael are special weapons enchanted by a previous Pope (in exchange for his life) before being assassinated with Azreal. The two handguns fire heavy hitting rounds with an array of flexible ammo types; from shredder rounds, concussive rounds to toxic and scatter rounds. The two guns are similar to the M1911 model handgun but are triple the size, have a rotating 12 round chamber and are being constantly reloaded automatically from the clip hidden in the handle. The weapons also may come to him when they are called; although, Azrael demands blood in order to serve.
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