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[RP] For the Greater Good

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TrainerX:
Cecil watched the mall explode, not hiding the fact that he was enjoying it. After the fire was put out, he turned around and calmly walked away. He walked through the streets, only trying to conceal himself when he saw the police. There were police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks all drove towards the mall, while the people in the streets panicked and tried to get indoors. He was still able to see the mall in the distance when it started collapsing.

St. Jimmy:
  His phone was ringing like crazy, though he continued to ignore.  Never in his career had he failed like this.  He finally picked up the phone answered.
 
  "What do you want?"
  "I need you to talk to a man named Miles.  He's a bartender working nearby.  I've had the location downloaded to your phone, it's only a few miles away."
  "How the hell is a bar tender going to help us?"
  "He knows more than both the TBL and ourselves.  I need you to get as much information out of him as possible!"
  "Yes, sir."

Frenchfry:
Chernobog pushed the double doors to be bar open, extending his arms to their fullest length and noting with satisfaction the loud crash as each door impacted the wall.
"Miles!"
He then noticed a few peculiar things. For one, the chairs were all stacked on top of the tables. The bar was also entirely empty. Miles was absent as well.
"...It's... closed."
Immediately, Chernobog slammed the doors shut, noticing he'd broken the lock. Checking around, he confirmed that the blinds were all shut. He headed behind the bar, poured himself a glass of Château Margaux, then sat down on a stool and removed his helmet to drink, waiting for the bartender to arrive.

Silver:
From a distance, you could hear some glass clinking together, followed by fast moving footsteps.
"Watch what you're doing to my BAR!" Miles screams, bursting out of the back and throwing a chep bottle of champagne at the armored man's head, having it smash and glass flies throughout the room.
"How many times do I have to tell you?! Do you not understand what CLOSED means? It means you're not allowed inside, as in, don't come in!"
He swipes the glass from the champagne covered Chernobog, and takes a swig from it.
"And you're gonna pay for the entire damn bottle too..."

Hank:
Bastion pulls up his car near the bar and parallel parks. He takes his suitcase with him and walks casually towards the bar. He sees a closed sign and sighs, he stares at the old brown door with the words "BALL-SACK" engraved on the lower right. He's slightly pissed off, and sits down on the steps pulling out his phone.

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