Dec 18, 2021
[Sitting in Immortal's desk is the SHF representative, humming and flipping through various files with some sort of tablet propped up beside them.]
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[Sitting in Immortal's desk is the SHF representative, humming and flipping through various files with some sort of tablet propped up beside them.]
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[The man twitches in relief yet his heart is still pounding in his chest.] Thank goodness, someone more reasonable than Plethora Valentino! And no Miss, I'm no hostage against that person! And they pose a threat to you too now. To them, we are nothing but...[He hisses in pain again as his nose starts bleeding again. Too close!] Look, we can discuss the details ELSEWHERE. And you should listen to the representative Goldielocks: I have no part in the arrival of our flying company!
“How the hell are we supposed to work with this guy if he won’t even tell us what the fuck is going on?!” Mrs. Parker yelled.
The representative pondered for a moment. “You’re right. If you aren’t going to tell us exactly what’s happening right now, we are going to surrender you. We need you for money, but more then anything, we need our lives. We already have one casualty caused by your lack of ability to converse with people, we don’t need anymore. So if you want our help, you’re gonna have to talk.”
“The key to negotiation, Mr…?” Mrs. Parker paused, not knowing his name. “Is that we can’t work on little information. We can’t be helped, and we can’t help you, if we know nothing. From a business standpoint, that’ll leave us running in circles. Something tells me that bloody nose has to do with whoever is trying to kill us and what you needed Mr. Valentino for. Not to mention you went to lengths as to emotional blackmail and holding ones family hostage for it. I reckon your life is in danger.”
“We are in the clear. Taking to undisclosed location.” The driver spoke, in caution of any kind of tracking device on the fugitive.
“Good.” Mrs. Parker sighed in relief. “Answer these questions, and we will work something out. 1) what is your full legal name? 2) what are your aliases? 3) who do you work for? 4) who were those people following us? And 5) what is that bloody nose caused from? Something tells me it isn’t a natural occurrence.”
“Keep in mind, if you stray us to a path that’ll fuck us over, lie to us, withhold important information, or compensate us, we will kill you. We value the money you can provide, but we value our lives above it all. If Mr. Valentino is dead by the end of this, we will kill you for that as well. You’re going to need to brush up on your conversational skills if you want to make it out of this. You don’t strike me as a bright one, as all of this could have been resolved and handled better if you were professional about it. Now someone is dead, someone is unnecessarily being held captive, and we have lost members of BOTH teams and lost a whole lot of fucking money!” The representative shouted, each word getting louder and angrier. The fugitive still had a gun to his head, and was handcuffed. 
Mrs Parker nodded in agreement, folding her arms over her chest. “You’re also not in a good standpoint to be throwing insults, as of right now, WE are your bosses, and we determine how your life pans out.” She pulled a cigarette box out of her pocket, and began to light one with a small zippo lighter stored in the box. She pulled one out, handing one to the representative, and lighting it for him. He gave a cheeky and somewhat flirtatious grin at the small generosity. She raised an eyebrow at that.
Okay, fast negotiation? I can't say most of the things necessary HERE, but we're also inclined to reach a mutually beneficial scenario. Worst case: you can have your precious Mr. Valentino back and in turn you may leave my men at our final destination alone as if nothing had happened. I may serve as your hostage until a large sum of money will be at your disposal. Best case: all of the above, but with a temporary co-operation towards an eventually way larger amount of money at your disposal.
Mrs Parker, still furious, glared at him. “You ARE our hostage now, if it means we get out of this alive! Mr. Valentino isn’t my concern, that’s the reps concern! My concern is I get compensation and live another day! I have NO interest in working towards your benefit-“
“It’s a deal. We work together and get the money, if any more shit like this pulls off, then you’re dead.” The representative cut in.
“WHAT?!” Mrs. Parker screamed.
“If we do what he says, and we are assuming in this scenario that he’s not working with whoever sent the drones, we all make it out alive, Mr. Valentino is out of captivity, and we get our compensation AND some. It’s a win win for both of us. This is risky, but we already got ourselves into some deep shit cause SOMEONE-“ he glared at the fugitive, “is fucking SHIT at negotiation!”
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[The mysterious helicopter makes its retreat as soon as it appeared while also destroying at least some of the security personnel and Mrs Parker's equipment coupled with a few of the other cars containing the man's own companions in it's wake. The drones leap into action and start shooting at everyone and everything regarding the security staff and their new captives. Especially the car containing the man, Mrs. Parker and the representative. The man continues.] Now we're all in knee-high shit!
Mrs Parker screamed as bullets dented and ricocheted off the windows, the driver speeding off in a flurry, attempting to escape. More gunfire could be heard aimed at the drones, one exploding after rapid fire. “WHAT THE HELL?!” She turned to the man in a rage. “DEALS OFF! CALL THESE DRONES OFF NOW!”
The representative in a hurry called the airline Cassandra was supposed to take. “Don’t have her come here right now! Take her somewhere disclosed! Don’t tell her about what’s going on other then her husband has been compromised and the other is dead!” He hung up in a panic, pulling out a large briefcase holding parts to an AR. He quickly began to assemble it while another man in the car held a gun to the fugitives head. “You got a whole lot of fucking explaining to do!”
[The man's shoulders drop in defeat. It was a mistake, he shouldn't have played leader. He should've waited. Damn this bleeding! Damn the Valentinos too... His mic was still on when that woman was speaking. Maybe...? He has to think of something, there must be some way out of this. They cannot die here! She...No, don't panic, think! Talk! He slowly complies with the given instructions] We didn't intend to kill anyone. Your "PRIZED [Chuckles at that] members tend to use self-detrimental methods.
Mrs. Parker slowly trailed behind them as Mr. Angevins representative escorted the man out of the home. She turned behind her to see paramedics starting to arrive, no siren as to not disturb any neighboring houses.
“He went to extreme measures to ensure his partners safety, I doubt he did it for us. You were trying to negotiate with a suicidal man, but where you failed and he won is unlike himself, he deeply cared about the well-being of two people. Him dying didn’t concern him if it ensured their safety. To which it did.” She walked beside the man, the representative on the left, and pushed him into a black car with tinted windows and an odd looking license plate.
“We are doing to release Mr. Valentino from your captivity, and if you comply, I’m sure Mrs. Parker would be willing to arrange something for your situation.” Said the representative.
Shooting a glare, annoyed that she was being spoken for in a time like this, she bitterly agreed. “Yes… I’m sure we can work something out. That is, if you comply AND more. You are forcing me to cancel on clients, ones that specifically requested for Mr. Valentino’s help. He may not be a god, but he was highly liked. I don’t appreciate losing money.”