The Major (
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Are you ready, Are you ready for this, Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
WHO: The Major and Black Mask
WHERE: The darker corners of the City Port
WHEN: Midnight
WARNINGS: The Major and Black Mask exist
SUMMARY: The Major has an arrangement with the False Face Society: they smuggle his vampires into the City, he hands them weapons. Tonight the bosses are overseeing the transaction personally.
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“Careful, now!” The Major called out. “He’s still sleeping at the moment. And those who are like him are always very upset when their rest is interrupted!”
The Major was standing atop a shipping container, white suit and glasses faintly glowing beneath bright moonlight. Black Mask’s associates moved around him swiftly and surely, getting the job done with a minimum of noise, light, and time. Smuggling things into the City’s Port had its risks.
Above, a long wooden box was swinging somewhat precariously as it dangled beneath a crane, in the midst of being hoisted out of a small Dolvanian freighter. The ship’s official manifest listed it as having a far more innocent cargo than what had actually been stuffed in hidden compartments and tight crawlspaces. Ten boxes, of a particular size and shape with very particular contents. Coffins.
The swinging of the coffin lessened somewhat as the masked man at the crane’s controls slowly lowered it towards the ground, to join the three other coffins awaiting loading into trucks. There would be ten in all once they were done. To start with, of course. This was only the beginning.
WHERE: The darker corners of the City Port
WHEN: Midnight
WARNINGS: The Major and Black Mask exist
SUMMARY: The Major has an arrangement with the False Face Society: they smuggle his vampires into the City, he hands them weapons. Tonight the bosses are overseeing the transaction personally.
FORMAT: Paragraph
“Careful, now!” The Major called out. “He’s still sleeping at the moment. And those who are like him are always very upset when their rest is interrupted!”
The Major was standing atop a shipping container, white suit and glasses faintly glowing beneath bright moonlight. Black Mask’s associates moved around him swiftly and surely, getting the job done with a minimum of noise, light, and time. Smuggling things into the City’s Port had its risks.
Above, a long wooden box was swinging somewhat precariously as it dangled beneath a crane, in the midst of being hoisted out of a small Dolvanian freighter. The ship’s official manifest listed it as having a far more innocent cargo than what had actually been stuffed in hidden compartments and tight crawlspaces. Ten boxes, of a particular size and shape with very particular contents. Coffins.
The swinging of the coffin lessened somewhat as the masked man at the crane’s controls slowly lowered it towards the ground, to join the three other coffins awaiting loading into trucks. There would be ten in all once they were done. To start with, of course. This was only the beginning.
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"If any of the cargo is awakened and, by some miracle, you manage to survive, I will personally see to it that you'll wish you'd taken your chances with what's in the box."
It was impossible to tell the men's expressions beneath their masks, but their increased caution spoke the truth. Roman smiled (or would have been had he lips) and directed his attention to the Major.
"They're such well-trained, lovely boys."
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This was not to say he was without worries. He turned his head to the man with the cigarette beside him. "I am curious. Have you any concern about some of your 'playmates' interrupting us this evening? I know you are a popular fellow."
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"These men aren't just here to move cargo, Major, as obedient and hard working as they are. They can be canon fodder just as well, if not better."
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There was a sudden snarl. Box five shook dangerously in the air, wobbling at the end of the crane's rope. A hard thump came from inside. "Hey now, Schutze! Settle down in there!" The Major called. "You are in the New World now. Soon you will emerge and make it your own. Until then, go back to sleep!"
The box was still, and continued being lowered to the ground. The Major sighed, but did not stop smiling. "Ah, it is a long sleep for them. This late at night, with the sun down and the moon out, everything in them calls to wake up and hunt. I would be restless too, to be honest."
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"What kind of damage are we talking about, say one of them escapes?"
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"Very little, I would think. They lose control on occasion, but they still obey my orders, even if it means denying their bloodlust. These men were obedient and devoted to me personally before they became undead demons. My research has determined that the original personality of the human is partly preserved after the transformation into the vampire." The Major did so love talking about his work, and he'd had few opportunities to expound while studying, breeding, and training these creatures on his lonely island.
"They were mine in life, and now they are still mine in death. It helps that I control their feeding, of course. They know that without me, they would be abandoned and without purpose, like stray animals. And so by force of will and mind, a human commands monsters." It helped that the Major's metallic, oil-laced blood was distinctly unappetizing to any vampire that might tire of taking his orders, but the cyborg tended to discount that factor. "I would predict one or two horribly mauled corpses at the most, if one of them breaks loose and is particularly hungry or upset."
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"You can't buy that kind of obedience." He nodded, quietly impressed. And secretly envious. He couldn't help but admire the Major's talents. It made him a threat, true, but for the time being, a priceless ally.
"One or two corpses is a piece of cake to clean up. And if one of 'em decides to go rogue...? How easily can he be taken down?"
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"Each of them know that if they betray, there is nowhere they can hide. They will be hunted down without fail." As the Major spoke, the next box was on its way out of the freighter, and the ones already on the ground were being loaded onto the trucks that would take the vampires to their pre-arranged lairs. There were no further thumps or snarls for the moment. The night's operation was well on its way to a successful completion.