“A noble goal! Worthy of a Legacy! Pity I have started walking down the path of villainy…”
He sighs. He puts the rapier down to the sheath on his torso.
Then he moves his left hand over Laura’s neck and hold his gun to Laura’s head.
“No worry, Miss Laura! All I want is to meet Mr. Roger, a common goal, it seems!”
“Isn’t it ironic that I am trying to bring peace by not hurting you but yet you threatened to hurt a close friend of yours?.. You really are a villain.”
Pierre raises an eyebrow.
…
“With all due respect, you’re not going to seeing any members of the Rogers family today, sir. You’ve injured multiple members of my security staff. I’d bring you into custody, but in light of current events, I don’t think that’s happening. So our bargain is that I don’t do anything to do, and in turn, I don’t see you for a very long time. Is that alright with you?”
Francis tilts his head sideway as he sees Pierre.
“With due respect, there is no respect in this situation. What matters is that-”
“EDMUND”
Francis clears his throat.
“Like I said, what matter is that-”
“EDMUND”
“Who dares to interrupt my monologue?!”
At the entrance, behind Pierre, is someone that looks a lot like Francis.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Francis look-a-like asks, infuriated.
“Ah! Who are you! Oh, fate, has dimensions finally intersects with each other, creating one unified realm with no border?! Greetings, Francis from another di-”
A pebble flies to his forehead.
“Other dimension your ass. Don’t you realise how serious your actions are right now? Release the girl and get the fuck over here.”
“Never! For I, Francis-”
“AND STOP USING MY NAME, YOU FUCKER!”
With red eyes and pebbles in hand, Francis approaches Francis, looking nothing but angry.
“Do you have an idea what I’ve gone through this last few days? I can’t even walk down the street without getting stared at and whispered behind my back!”
Realising that he is being approached, Francis presses his gun to Laura’s head again.
“Halt! Or I will-”
“LIKE HELL YOU WOULD.”
Before Francis can react, a pebble hits the hand that holds his gun. He drops it in surprise. The other Francis leaps at him, starting a fistfight.
Laura is soon forgotten as the siblings get busy punching and kicking each other on the floor.
Daniel doesn’t cry out, but you can see him visibly wince in pain.
D: “Better stall for some information at the very least…”
D: “I won’t rot away, and Pierre will arrive sooner or later. In the meantime, do you mind telling me why you’re doing this? What do you have to gain from it?”
Rito looks at Pierre with confusion
“Should we just leave these two alone for a bit?”
(Whammerist, you really need to reinforce these doors and to install a keycard scanner for all doors and elevators)
The second masked man scoffs.
“We already told you, freak. Revoke your pledge, and beg for forgiveness.”
Another strike from the rod, placed this time between Daniel’s shoulders.
Pierre simply chuckles at the two, fighting at the tower’s entrance. They’ve now drawn the attention of several handfuls of passerby.
…
“Fine by me.”
“Mr Pierre. Do you know where Mr Samuels is? There are things I have to discuss with him.”
Pierre pauses for a moment.
…
“Regrettably, I can’t disclose Samuel’s current whereabouts to you at the moment. He’s not available for any meetings.”
She takes out a yellow envelope from her pocket. Crumpled it is, due to the earlier commotion, but still salvageable.
“Hand this over to him. It will help in restoring peace to these changing times.”
The paper contains laws to pass and suggestions on how to resolve this peacefully with the legacies.
She nods.
“Your job is tough. Keep going. If Samuel listens, your job would be a lot easier.”
She walks away. But her brother comes in, running.
“Are you hurt?”
Laura’s eyes widen. Gar is holding her by the shoulders, spinning her to make sure nothing on her is injured. Of course he sees a bruise on her neck.
“I’m fine. Just a little drama.”
Turning in the direction of Francis and Francis.
“…”
Pierre frowns.
“Remember that person you dragged away from here a while back? A “Francis”? Splendid.”
