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Jack Seypka would be standing over a figure with a bag draped over his face. The white bag would be moving with intensity as the one underneath was tied behind their back and sitting in a chair. Squirming and mumbling as it was apparent they were scared absolutely shitless. Jack watched quietly as a smoke in the corner of his mouth would billow out into the room as only a single light hung over the person sitting in the chair and left the rest of the room in darkness. The room smelled of old wood and dust, like nothing was down there in many many years. The light flickering occasional from the faulty old wired circuit that kept it running for room. Taking a long drag of his cigarra as he exhaled it after some time of holding it in.
Jack's pale blue eyes flickering up to a pair of masked men across from him wearing suits with masks. "Yeah boss, we caught him trying to undermine your casino in Coruscant.". Jack never said anything, never even so much as winced as his pale blue eyes just stared at the masked traitor. The smoke still hanging from his lips as he stood there. The bagged man began to plead relentlessly after hearing the two others remark him as a traitor. "Please Seypka, I never meant to double cross you, I was just looking out for my family..I n-n-eeded the money...I have a daugh-" he never finished the sentence when Jack drew his blaster pistol that was holstered on his chest suspenders underneath his jacket.
The bolt impacting the back of the bagged mans head. It was quick and messy as the two men who worked for Jack stood on the side facing the traitor. The splatter of blood impacting all over their feet and clothes as a tiny bit got on Jacks face. The red contrast was stark in comparison to his pale blue eyes as the deeply strong colors were vibrant on his white skin. Letting his hand come back with the pistol he would holster it back into the holster on his suspenders like a detective would have. Buttoning up his coat right after as the lifeless body slung forward but never fell completely over as his tied up hands were held up by the back of the chair.
Jack would turn his gaze to the two men in front of him. "Get rid of him. Clean yourselves up." he said flatly as the Two nodded without a single complaint of the blood splattered over their clothes and untied the man before dragging him off into another room. Jack stood there quietly looking at the empty wooden chair with red pools of blood all around it. His pale eyes in a trance as he grabbed the chair with one hand and yelled as he tossed it against the wall and having it splinter into pieces. The impact sent wood flying everywhere as he let his arm down to his side and stood there. His anger quickly gone and the ice like composure filled him again. He would then turn and walk out the door of the basement.
Jack's pale blue eyes flickering up to a pair of masked men across from him wearing suits with masks. "Yeah boss, we caught him trying to undermine your casino in Coruscant.". Jack never said anything, never even so much as winced as his pale blue eyes just stared at the masked traitor. The smoke still hanging from his lips as he stood there. The bagged man began to plead relentlessly after hearing the two others remark him as a traitor. "Please Seypka, I never meant to double cross you, I was just looking out for my family..I n-n-eeded the money...I have a daugh-" he never finished the sentence when Jack drew his blaster pistol that was holstered on his chest suspenders underneath his jacket.
The bolt impacting the back of the bagged mans head. It was quick and messy as the two men who worked for Jack stood on the side facing the traitor. The splatter of blood impacting all over their feet and clothes as a tiny bit got on Jacks face. The red contrast was stark in comparison to his pale blue eyes as the deeply strong colors were vibrant on his white skin. Letting his hand come back with the pistol he would holster it back into the holster on his suspenders like a detective would have. Buttoning up his coat right after as the lifeless body slung forward but never fell completely over as his tied up hands were held up by the back of the chair.
Jack would turn his gaze to the two men in front of him. "Get rid of him. Clean yourselves up." he said flatly as the Two nodded without a single complaint of the blood splattered over their clothes and untied the man before dragging him off into another room. Jack stood there quietly looking at the empty wooden chair with red pools of blood all around it. His pale eyes in a trance as he grabbed the chair with one hand and yelled as he tossed it against the wall and having it splinter into pieces. The impact sent wood flying everywhere as he let his arm down to his side and stood there. His anger quickly gone and the ice like composure filled him again. He would then turn and walk out the door of the basement.
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