plotted starter → @chonsu
He’d been wearing the large coat given to him to hide his arm when in public. A way to blend in with the crowd as best as his large frame would allow. It was only to get from point A to point B, nothing more. Razor Fist had a job to do and he planned on getting it done. Never had he failed his father, a way to prove he was constantly loyal and repay the very debts he felt he owed the man. It had never been said by the other but it was Razor Fist’s own way of giving back. That was how he found himself weaving through the crowds, people in New York City rarely paid much attention to others as they walked through the streets so long as one didn’t act too out of the ordinary. Even then he had some wiggle room but preferred the more quiet approach. It didn’t take long to find his target, instructions were clear to grab him and have a little ‘talk’. After that, well, it depended on the man’s cooperation. Lucky for him he was slipping into the crowds himself which gave Razor Fist the perfect option to walk right up and use his left hand to hook under his arm discreetly, directing him towards an alley off the path from others.
The man was defiant, that much was clear. Maybe they wouldn’t be getting much cooperation out of him. And just as Razor Fist had decided it was about time to drop the coat, reveal his little party trick, he heard movement from behind. His brow furrowed as he turned to meet the source of the noise, get them to leave, and continue on his business. However, what greeted his gaze was not exactly what he had expected.
