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He stands outside the Tekiya mansion, plainly visible from the street, not blending in at all with the ornamental rock gardens of the front entrance, on either side of the flagstone walk. He's completely unconcerned about being spotted. His men, however, are less than thrilled at the prospect of being caught, and so lurk in the shadows to watch for the signal.
Cowards.
He does not even bother to nod, or twitch, or do anything to indicate they should begin. He just strides to the front door and kicks it in, calmly and with precision.
Of course the bodyguards hear it, and rush out to the foyer from the dining room to try and stop him. Freeze recognizes their faces. Brothers of the father, and named in the file.
They leave very dynamic corpses, frozen forever in the postures of going for their guns.
Freeze senses his three helpers dashing in behind him, but he does not bother to direct their actions. They know what to do. He simply proceeds to the dining room, catching the father just rising from his seat, a small snubnosed pistol in his grip.
It's really unfortunate that the position he was in was overbalanced. He leaves a less than dynamic corpse, as he topples and falls, knocking over his chair and then shattering against the rosewood floor.
The women and children are screaming. Except for the boy. The boy, with a snarl of defiance, picks up a butter-knife and tries to attack him. Freeze easily disarms him, breaking the boy's arm in the process.
He pulls the boy, whose face is twisted in a rictus of suppressed pain, up close to his mother, who is whimpering and crying and muttering in broken English.
"No, not boy... no hurt son..."
He places the boy in his mother's lap. Neither of them resist this, as she simply wraps her arms around her wounded baby and cries.
It's almost artistic. The madonna and child, suspended in blue crystal.
There are two women left in the room, now, huddled together in the corner, clutching at each other in terror and shock. The eldest daughter and... someone not named in the file.
He regards this second person for a moment. She doesn't really fit in with this scene. She lacks the epicanthic fold that the rest of the dinner guests had, has hair so blonde it's almost white.
Freeze speaks for the first time.
"Who are you?"
The woman replies, barely coherent, "Hiroshi's wife..." The large diamond ring on her left hand indicates that she's not lying. Ah. One of the uncles went native. Charming.
"That's a lovely ring," says Freeze, as he aims at the daughter and fires.
Since Hiroshi's wife still has her arms around the girl, she's now stuck there. If she's very fortunate, she'll get to keep her arms. But Freeze rather doubts she'll be that lucky. The woman is screaming in earnest, now. But Freeze is not done.
He reaches forward and grabs at that ring embedded in the ice. His suit gives him the strength to wrench it free, but not without taking her entire ring finger with it.
The woman faints.
His men re-join him in the dining room, large bags of objects d'art slung over their shoulders like they're robbers straight out of some stupid cartoon.
"Nothing left worth taking, boss. Let's get out of here before the Bat shows up."
"Patience," advises Freeze. "Did you find the safe?"
"Yeah, but we can't get it open," replies one of the three. The other two imperceptibly scoot away from him.
"Where?"
The master bedroom, it seems. Freeze marches up the grand staircase, finds the room in question and enters it. He locates the safe, grabs at the handle of it, and wrenches it open easily, buckling the heavy steel door, crumpling it as easily as if it were paper. He empties it, even taking the birth certificates and deed to this mansion.
And without another word, he decends those stairs and just walks out the front door. Passing the uncles on the way out, their dead eyes trained forever on his entrance.
His men are close on his heels.
Cowards.
He does not even bother to nod, or twitch, or do anything to indicate they should begin. He just strides to the front door and kicks it in, calmly and with precision.
Of course the bodyguards hear it, and rush out to the foyer from the dining room to try and stop him. Freeze recognizes their faces. Brothers of the father, and named in the file.
They leave very dynamic corpses, frozen forever in the postures of going for their guns.
Freeze senses his three helpers dashing in behind him, but he does not bother to direct their actions. They know what to do. He simply proceeds to the dining room, catching the father just rising from his seat, a small snubnosed pistol in his grip.
It's really unfortunate that the position he was in was overbalanced. He leaves a less than dynamic corpse, as he topples and falls, knocking over his chair and then shattering against the rosewood floor.
The women and children are screaming. Except for the boy. The boy, with a snarl of defiance, picks up a butter-knife and tries to attack him. Freeze easily disarms him, breaking the boy's arm in the process.
He pulls the boy, whose face is twisted in a rictus of suppressed pain, up close to his mother, who is whimpering and crying and muttering in broken English.
"No, not boy... no hurt son..."
He places the boy in his mother's lap. Neither of them resist this, as she simply wraps her arms around her wounded baby and cries.
It's almost artistic. The madonna and child, suspended in blue crystal.
There are two women left in the room, now, huddled together in the corner, clutching at each other in terror and shock. The eldest daughter and... someone not named in the file.
He regards this second person for a moment. She doesn't really fit in with this scene. She lacks the epicanthic fold that the rest of the dinner guests had, has hair so blonde it's almost white.
Freeze speaks for the first time.
"Who are you?"
The woman replies, barely coherent, "Hiroshi's wife..." The large diamond ring on her left hand indicates that she's not lying. Ah. One of the uncles went native. Charming.
"That's a lovely ring," says Freeze, as he aims at the daughter and fires.
Since Hiroshi's wife still has her arms around the girl, she's now stuck there. If she's very fortunate, she'll get to keep her arms. But Freeze rather doubts she'll be that lucky. The woman is screaming in earnest, now. But Freeze is not done.
He reaches forward and grabs at that ring embedded in the ice. His suit gives him the strength to wrench it free, but not without taking her entire ring finger with it.
The woman faints.
His men re-join him in the dining room, large bags of objects d'art slung over their shoulders like they're robbers straight out of some stupid cartoon.
"Nothing left worth taking, boss. Let's get out of here before the Bat shows up."
"Patience," advises Freeze. "Did you find the safe?"
"Yeah, but we can't get it open," replies one of the three. The other two imperceptibly scoot away from him.
"Where?"
The master bedroom, it seems. Freeze marches up the grand staircase, finds the room in question and enters it. He locates the safe, grabs at the handle of it, and wrenches it open easily, buckling the heavy steel door, crumpling it as easily as if it were paper. He empties it, even taking the birth certificates and deed to this mansion.
And without another word, he decends those stairs and just walks out the front door. Passing the uncles on the way out, their dead eyes trained forever on his entrance.
His men are close on his heels.