[Azriel]

Chapter 3 Beginning
Las Vegas 3 Days Earlier

"My view on the war is this. It needs to end and..." Anderson's voice is cut off as the man watching TV leans forward and shuts it off. His name is Ishmal Lopendor. He is the newest addition to the ring leaders of Vegas crime. Unfortunately for him someone called Brothers of Blasphemy Contracts. Death is only about six feet away and a gold .45 out. Silently he screws the silencer in and waits for the signal from Lil Evil. Two seconds later the windows in the building next door all explode as the building collapses. Their employer had a special request. Blow out his knee caps with a gun then throw him to the streets below.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lopendor." The man turns but Death is already in action. Two shots and Lopendor is on the ground pleading for his life. A large hand slams into his jaw and the pleas become sobs. The mandible shatters as Death begins to drag him towards the balcony. Thirty seconds later an egg like crack is heard and the contract is fulfilled. Death walks out the back door and crawls in the passenger seat. "Do the people always whine when they realize their worthless lives are about to end? I mean this guy was pleading so damn loud that i had to break his jaw to shut him off."

"Yeah they do seem whinier these days. Perhaps we should raise our price again?"

"Nah not yet but soon." They are interupted as the phone in the center console begins to ring. "Death speaking."

"Mr. Death its good to hear your voice. My name is Jonathan Panel and I'm the CEO at Free Lives. I have a proposition for you and Mr. Evil to hear. Are you interested?"

"Sure meet us at the strip in at ten tonight. You and one other any more and we won't show. Have a good night Mr. Panel. See ya then" He hits the end button just as Evil pulls the car into the base's garage. "Lil Evil I'm gonna go to town in an hour. Until then I'll be in the basement." He grabs the briefcase that's in the front door and heads straight down. Seconds later a thunderous echo runs through the house as Death once again is training with the sniper. Meanwhile Panel turns toward the president of the united states and promises once again that his ass will be safe.

If Panel's plans fail then he won't be lying but hopefully he just lied to the president.