» Fri May 13, 2011 9:17 pm
OOC: Apologies for the delayed response folks. Internet went out for a bit last night.
Edit: Edited to fix a continuation error.
Wesley Hardin
Wes muttered various curses under his breath as he spotted two guards outside of Matthew's house, indicating that he was in some trouble of his own. With his only life-line currently out of reach, Wes would have to think of a different way to get out of his current predicament. After bribing two of the guards stationed outside of the storage area with more then half of his liquor supply, along with all of his "gentleman's" magazines, they agreed to leave their posts for a few hours and the path to the Block A was clear.
Now making his way back to the housing area, Wes paused as he came by Jason Pierce's apartment, noticing something was awry. Much to his chagrin Wes had came upon a crime scene he hadn't created personally, tickling his deranged sense of humor. Now standing in Jason's doorway, Wes took note of multiple burn marks etched across the man's room. Wes had heard the man was a bit odd but an outright pyromaniac?
Whats more, it seemed it was a murderer as well judging by the amount of pooling on the floor. Following the trail with his eyes he spotted Jason frozen in front of his closet as if he'd seen a ghost... Or more likely a corpse. A warm smile spreading across his face with an expression to match, Wes slowly enters the apartment, slamming his fist on the switch to the right of the door causing it to slam shut. Now making his way over to Jason's side to get a better look of the unlucky fella, Wes didn't recognize the man.
"I see you had a little accident pally. You should be countin' your lucky stars it was me who came upon this little shindig of yours and not say, this guys buddies." Without waiting for a response from Jason, Wes made his way over to the body as the makings of a great idea formulated in his mind. Wes began searching through the man's pockets, stopping as he found exactly what he was looking for; the guards wallet. Not interested in whatever meager amounts of ration tickets the man had, Wes took the only his security id card, looking it over to make sure it was the kind he needed. Without so much as a thanks to Jason, Wes stuffed the solution to his problem in his back pocket and darted out of the man's apartment, casually walking down the hallway so as not to draw unwanted attention.
Still maintaining a calm front, Wes continued doing so until he reached the security head quarters. Now would come the dangerous part. If a vault officer caught him, a known offender, snooping around their base they'd be liable to shoot just as soon as question him. Knowing he couldn't afford to take any chances, Wes crouched down to his knees and began to control his breathing. A stealthy approach was his only option. After pulling the id card out of his back pocket, Wes swiped it through the reader and stifled a smile as the red light on the door's control panel changed to green. Wes hit the switch and made his way into the station's entrance, thanking his lucky stars that the receptionist/guard that was usually posted out front must've been on a coffee break, giving him the opportune moment to make his move.
Wes had been picked up and tossed in jail a few times, usually for stupid stuff in his younger years like setting off cherry bombs and manufacturing illegal firecrackers, so he already had a pretty good idea of the facilities general layout. Making his way down the corridor to his right, Wes did a small victorious fist-pump as he recognized the area. The jail cells were down the adjoining corridor which meant the evidence locker had to be further down the hall.
Wouldn't make much sense to keep a stockpile of illegal stuff so close to where a bunch of criminals are being held. After sneaking his way past the cells, Wes paused as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway he assumed the evidence lock-up was located, confirming his suspicions. A guard wouldn't be patrolling the entrance to the ladies room now would he?
As the guard came to the end of the hallway, Wes straightened himself against a nearby wall, taking care to breath slowly out of his mouth so as not to blow it too early. The guard seemed to stick around the end of the hallway for an unnaturally long amount of time, but in reality it was probably only a few seconds. As he made his way down the hallway to check the other end, Wes made his move, doing a sort of half-run half-sneak to the middle of the corridor. Jackpot! Wes swiped the ID card once more to gain access to the evidence lock-up and darted inside before the patrolling guard turned around.
"Son of a [censored]!" Wes muttered under his breath, louder then he had planned but still quiet enough not to attract attention. The visor was missing. That could only mean one thing; the crime technicians were already working on finding prints. Knowing things were about to get hairy, Wes looked around the room for any confiscated weapons. Bam! There it was, the answer to his prayers. Apparently some jerk-off had done some killing with a baseball bat, as proven by the dark red stain at it's very tip.
Wes grabbed the bat and made his way out of the lock up, no longer bothering to sneak. The guard had spotted him this this time and already had his baton out, barking out commands to Wes as he came sprinting down the hall. Wes simply stood still, the bat hidden behind his back. As the guard came within striking distance, Wes gripped the bat firmly and swung in a diagonal arc, hitting the guard in the head hard enough to knock his helmet off. Knowing that wouldn't be enough, Wes slammed the wooden club against the daze man's temple twice, stopping after small spurts of blood started to leak out.
No longer possessing the element of surprise, Wes ran down the only hallway he hadn't checked out it, relieved to find what looked like some sort of scientific laboratory. With no time to stop and ask if it was the right place, Wes slid the keycard into the control panel, sliding inside before the door even opened all the way. The helmet was propped up on a nearby table with all sorts of various swabs and powders. Immediately Wes grabbed it, pausing as he noticed a man in a labcoat in the corner of the room shaking violently. The bat still in one hand with the helmet in the other, Wes grimaced as he made his way over to the cowering simpleton.
After drawing back with one arm, bat-in-hand, Wes let it rip as he cracked the side of the scientists head open, causing him to hit the floor and enter a seizure instantly. Knowing the man would at the very least suffer some kind of brain damage, Wes ran back to the guard he first encountered, noticing the idiot had managed to crawl halfway down the hallway, no doubt trying to reach the alarm switch on the nearby wall. Knowing he could leave no witnesses alive, Wes did his brutal yet efficient work with the bat once more, leaving a thoroughly dead man in his wake with a pulverized skull. Finally he reached the entrance to the vault security station, now out of breath from all the running and killing. Wes paused for a moment to wipe some sweat out of his eyes then continued onward, a new murder weapon to stash and the only evidence connecting him to Raleigh's death in hand.
Knowing the perfect place to "melt away" his problems, Wes made his way down to the crematorium, finding it absolutely empty. Having a general idea of how to work the huge man-sized oven, Wes threw both the bat and the helmet inside, then flicking various switches and pushing buttons that looked important. Suddenly it started up, reducing the bat to ash and the helmet into a smoldering puddle of plastic. His problems solved and a huge burden lifted, Wes walked calmly back to his apartment, his arms above his shoulders and his head interlocking behind his head, as if to say "I couldn't be more relaxed or more satisfied right now." After making it back to his apartment, Wes hit his mattress without a single thought toward the three lives he'd ended that day, sleeping like a man who'd just done a days worth of hard work.
