(Dammit, really? You owe some people a lot of money and the next thing you know they're sending their people after you. Granted, Cross owes him a lot of money because he told them that he was going to bet on a horse and thanks to some tampering (cheating), he won a lot of money because he defined statistics. Go him.
But instead of giving someone their money back, Cross decided to run away to Nepal with it. The original intention was to, in fact, maybe buy out the apartment next to his and take down a wall to expand his- maybe an indoor pool. Cross was in an alleyway with three very large people from the very influential Irish mob. It seemed that like these guys never really learned their lesson and Cross was starting to lose his temper with them.
Seamus wants his money, they say, says you disappeared with it.
He doesn't deny it, he's the one that towers over them, but they're armed and he isn't.
Hate for you to lose a kneecap, they threaten- or something, all Cross really wants is a drink so he isn't paying attention. They're talking, he's ignoring, it's a very routine thing for him. One gets mad and tries to punch him, and he dodges. It just goes down hill from there, Cross's hair gets messed up and he just snaps.
All the frustrations finally just come to the surface, and coupled with years upon years of dealing with things far above regular thugs on his shit I have to deal with scale makes it easy work to get rid of them. One thug gets his knees done in by Cross getting a hand on his bat, the other gets a fist to the face before getting a concussion and the last one, he pushes him up against the wall.)
You tell Seamus that if he should forget that he gave me the money. In fact, if you want, tell Seamus to find this lot in the hospital. You hear me?
(He just lets him go before ruffling through their suits for a cellphone to call for an ambulance.)
(hooded justice ; late saturday night)
But instead of giving someone their money back, Cross decided to run away to Nepal with it. The original intention was to, in fact, maybe buy out the apartment next to his and take down a wall to expand his- maybe an indoor pool. Cross was in an alleyway with three very large people from the very influential Irish mob. It seemed that like these guys never really learned their lesson and Cross was starting to lose his temper with them.
Seamus wants his money, they say, says you disappeared with it.
He doesn't deny it, he's the one that towers over them, but they're armed and he isn't.
Hate for you to lose a kneecap, they threaten- or something, all Cross really wants is a drink so he isn't paying attention. They're talking, he's ignoring, it's a very routine thing for him. One gets mad and tries to punch him, and he dodges. It just goes down hill from there, Cross's hair gets messed up and he just snaps.
All the frustrations finally just come to the surface, and coupled with years upon years of dealing with things far above regular thugs on his shit I have to deal with scale makes it easy work to get rid of them. One thug gets his knees done in by Cross getting a hand on his bat, the other gets a fist to the face before getting a concussion and the last one, he pushes him up against the wall.)
You tell Seamus that if he should forget that he gave me the money. In fact, if you want, tell Seamus to find this lot in the hospital. You hear me?
(He just lets him go before ruffling through their suits for a cellphone to call for an ambulance.)